The car stopped.

The car door is opened.

Qiao Wenshu stepped out of the car with long legs and tied the suit buttons with both hands.

Strolling towards the other side.

Wang Han also got out of the car and prepared to go over and become the leader of the Gonghuo.

The young man holding the sword box had bruises on his face.

Beside him was a middle-aged man and an old man, and there were a few people who were brought with him lying on the ground.

Several of them are dead.

The fat man sitting at the front of the car had a tilted head.

A thin and small man next to him smiled, with a fan on his back collar, walked towards the young man.

"Youngsheng, I will give you two paths, or you will give you 50 million and you will sell the sword to us! Or you will die accidentally and we will pick up the sword. Just these two paths, you can choose it yourself!

”

The young man held the sword box and said, "We bought this sword ourselves, why give it to you!"

The thin man chuckled strangely.

"Your? Who said it was yours?"

"Of course we bought it is ours!"

The thin man took out his fan from the back and spread it out loud.

"Young Master, I think you are punished if you want toast!"

The thin man took a step back, and immediately jumped out from behind and began to attack.

In a few seconds, the young people and the few people they were with were knocked over to the ground.

The thin man grabbed the sword box from the young man, "Take it for you!"

The young man roared, "Give me my crane sword back!"

The thin man made an iconic hehe laugh.

"What is your sword? Whoever is in the hands of the sword is whose!"

The young man hid a dagger in his sleeve, and suddenly took action. The thin man quickly retreated, but his skin was still cut.

"Oh, fuck! Hold him down!"

The thin man yelled.

Several strong men held down the young man, and the thin man kicked the young man's head a few times. He felt unhappy and untied his belt again, "Little Bastard, I'll give you a face!"

As he spoke, he peed on the young man's head.

Qiao Wenshu walked towards this side with great strides.

Seeing this, the onlookers looked over, and many of them greeted him politely.

"Young Master Qiao!"

The thin man looked at Qiao Wenshu who was gradually coming.

He quickly shook his gun, lifted his pants up, and glanced at the fat man over there.

"Oh! Mr. Qiao, what wind has blown you?"

Qiao Wenshu looked at the young man lying on the ground, and did not bother him to be dirty. He helped the young man up and handed over a tissue.

Turning his head and looking at the thin man.

"Give things back to others."

The thin man, Yu Guang, swept towards the fat man. The fat man shook his head slightly, clasped his fists at Qiao Wenshu and said with a smile.

"Young Master Qiao, this is my sword, why should I give it to him?"

The young man roared, "You fart! This is the sword we bought in our family! I still have evidence!"

"Don't fart like a young man! The rules of the world are, whoever has the things in their hands, that's who has the things! Now that things are in my hands, that thing is mine!"

The young man was trembling, angry but helpless.

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, weak is original sin.

Strength is truth.

If you are weak and have a treasure, you can only get angry if you eat it all.

However, anger does not solve all problems.

"My name is also engraved on the sword!" The young man pointed to the sword box in the thin man's hand.

Unexpectedly, the thin man raised his eyebrows immediately, "Grass! Who the hell gave you the courage to engrave your name on my sword!"

The young man was so angry that he rushed up and was about to beat him up, but he was kicked to the ground by a thin man.

The thin man handed the sword box to someone beside him and asked the man to hand the sword to the fat man.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Wenshu suddenly raised his hand and pressed the sword box.

The thin man turned around and looked at Qiao Wenshu.

"What advice do you have for Mr. Qiao?"

"Give things back to others!"

The thin man closed the fan and turned around in his hand.

"Mr. Qiao, I respect you as the eldest son of the Second Grandpa Guard, so I talk to you well! But the things about face are given to each other! If I give you face, you have to give me face! If I give you face, you won't give me face. If I give you face, you won't give me face.

Then you are too disrespectful to me! Don’t think I am..."

Qiao Wenshu pinched the thin man's neck and lifted it up.

"Then you don't have to give me face!"

The thin man was short and was lifted up by Qiao Wenshu like a little chicken, and his legs were shaking around.

He grabbed the fat man with one hand.

The fat man stuffed his fingers into his mouth and snatched his teeth.

He walked towards this side in one step.

"So it's Mr. Qiao! I'll have any advice for you?"

Qiao Wenshu threw the thin man like garbage, picked up the sword box and handed it to the young man.

However, the fat man raised his hand and pressed the sword box.

"Oh? Mr. Qiao, are you a little too busy?"

"You know, Qiao Wenshu, the one who looks down on the weakest, the most."

The fat on the big fat man smiled and piled up.

Adding a bit of evil.

"Then, Mr. Qiao has to take care of this matter today?"

"I see it, so of course I have to take care of it."

The fat man held the sword box with his hands.

"Mr. Qiao wants to take action? I am also from Shanhehui. Shanhe has clear regulations. Members cannot kill each other. Those who take action first will be punished. Mr. Qiao wants to destroy the rules of Shanhehui.

Is it?"

Qiao Wenshu smiled and raised his wrist, and took off the watch on his wrist gracefully.

He picked up the watch with his fingers and smiled at Wang Han, "Xiaofeng, help me get it."

Wang Han took over the watch.

Qiao Wenshu nodded and thanked with a smile.

He raised his hand and held his glasses.

He reached out and grabbed the big fat man's wrist, strangled the big fat man's wrist and pulled it into his arms, and patted Qiao Wenshu's chest with the back of the big fat man's fat hand.

Qiao Wenshu let go of the fat man's wrist.

He lowered his head and glanced at his chest.

He raised his hand and patted the place where his chest had just been slapped.

Youran raised her head and stared at the fat man behind the lens.

"Everyone saw it, it was you who attacked me first.

Shanhehui Association also has a clear provision that any party can fight back with all its strength after the other party takes action!”
To be continued...