"Brothers, which path are you on?"

"Prince Hongtai? Uncle Mei's son."

At this time, Yaoyang thought to himself for a long time and finally thought about what kind of person this Prince Hongtai was.

This guy is not a good guy. Regardless of his character or ability, he is the kind of person that Yaoyang dislikes extremely.

Now, if you still provoke me for no reason, you really can't do it without fighting.

"Ah Gui, Ah Xiong, teach him a lesson."

In the past, Yao Yang, who had always stopped Killer Hero and Ghost from meeting Cho, telling them not to be impulsive, unexpectedly ordered them to take action.

While everyone present was surprised, Gui Jianchou and the killer Xiong were greatly excited. One on the left and the other on the right, they pounced directly on the prince.

"do not come!"

The prince saw two big men rushing towards him, shouting and gesturing with half a wine bottle, trying to shock them.

It's a pity that Gui Jianchou and Killer Xiong came from serious police schools, and they definitely have real skills in their hands, especially in capture skills. The two of them practiced a lot.

I saw Killer Xiong reaching out with both hands, and he grasped the prince's hand holding the wine bottle accurately. With a slight twist, the prince screamed and the weapon fell to the ground. At the same time, Gui Jianchou punched the prince hard in the face, and the prince instantly

He spurted out a mouthful of blood and almost fainted.

"Fuck, boy, you dare to be arrogant with us, you are really impatient."

The two of them beat the prince hard and kept talking. They were very unhappy with this boy in a suit.

It’s no wonder that no matter how happy you are after a meal, you won’t be happy if someone interrupts you in the middle of a passionate conversation.

"Who are you? Why are you chasing this kid?"

Regardless of how hard the two men taught the prince, Yaoyang looked at Sangbo with interest and said with some doubts.

Well……

Sangbo had a lot on his mind at the moment. To be honest, the actions of Yaoyang and his group frightened him a little.

Prince Hongtai, this name is definitely worthy of recognition in this area.

After this group of people heard the names, they started to beat each other hard. It was obvious that they had great backgrounds!

At least, he is definitely not inferior to the leader Hong Tai, or in other words, he is not afraid of him at all.

"Fu and Sangbo!"

Thinking of this, Sangbo honestly gave his name and said:

"This guy owes me a debt of half a million yuan and wants to cheat on him."

"Sangbo?"

When Yaoyang heard that the other party signed up, he looked at the other party a few more times, and then turned around and said, regardless of Sangbo's presence right in front of him:

"Uncle Biao, what kind of club is Fuhe?"

When Uncle Biao heard Yaoyang's question, he immediately replied without even thinking:

"Brother Yaoyang, this is a small club with only a few striptease bars and some street gambling and money lending businesses."

"oh!"

Yaoyang nodded, looked at Sangbo again, and asked:

"I'm curious, how dare you collect debts from the prince?"

"I was framed just now and I have to run away. I don't have money to run away. I'm dead!"

Sangbo was still honest, and the other party was obviously a big brother-level figure. Without knowing the details, Sangbo was unwilling to offend him.

"Honest enough!"

Sangbo answered all questions and his attitude was quite good, which gave him enough face.

In this case, Yaoyang doesn't mind being a "convenient favor".

"Okay, since you are so honest and I am in a good mood today, I will leave this piece of trash to you. As a condition, if one day you want to find someone to follow you again, you might as well consider me, Yaoyang."

Yaoyang said, turned to look at Uncle Biao and said:

"Write him our contact number."

Immediately, he ordered the two assassins who were still beating the prince:

"Stop fighting and leave that piece of trash to him."

"Okay, Brother Yaoyang!"

The three of them nodded almost simultaneously and began to carry out Yaoyang's instructions.

After a minute, Sangbo already had a small piece of paper with a phone call written on it in his hand, and Prince Hong Tai, who was completely unconscious, stood still, feeling a little confused.

"Still not leaving?"

Yaoyang laughed and couldn't help but remind him.

"Why?" Sangbo remained motionless, looking at Yaoyang with a serious look on his face, and asked questions without thinking.

"No reason, I think you like me, I think you're brave enough, I'll sell you a favor, give you a chance, it's that simple."

After Yaoyang finished speaking, he ignored Sangbo and called Uncle Biao again:

"Uncle Biao, ask the waiter to serve the food again, and we'll drink again."

"I'll go right away!" Uncle Biao left his seat and immediately walked out of the box.

Sangbo saw this and knew he couldn't delay it any longer. This was Hong Tai's place. If anyone knew that the prince was caught by him, he might be surrounded in minutes.

"Thanks!"

After leaving two words, Sangbo carefully placed the note and left with the prince.

The matter of Sangbo did not disturb everyone's interest, and no one cared about it.

Except for Zhan Mi, no one here is a ruthless character.

In particular, Killer Hung and Oni Jianchou were allowed to beat the prisoners until they were covered in blood, and then went home to eat, but they could still eat with gusto.

To them, teaching the prince a lesson was nothing more than a trivial matter. So they drank until two o'clock in the morning. Everyone except Yaoyang, Killer Xiong, and Zhan Mi were drunk.

.

Fortunately, there is a medium-sized hotel opposite the restaurant.

Yaoyang told Killer Xiong to open a few rooms in the hotel opposite so that everyone would not have to go back tonight.

Killer Hero didn't care. He had a very good drinking capacity and was only slightly drunk at the moment. He nodded and immediately went to check out the room.

By the way, I called a few waiters to help and helped a group of drunkards to the opposite side. When it was Zhanmi's turn, Zhanmi smiled sheepishly and gave a strange answer:

"Brother Yaoyang, I promise my grandma that I will go home every night."

Oh? Yaoyang looked at Zhan Mi who was blushing and shaking when he walked. He greatly appreciated his filial piety and nodded:

"Okay, I'll take you back."

"Brother Yaoyang, no need, I'll just go back by myself."

Zhan Mi waved his hand and wanted to refuse, but as soon as he raised his hand, he covered his mouth and retched.

"Okay, let's go!"

Yaoyang shook his head repeatedly, grabbed Zhan Mi, walked out of the restaurant, called a taxi and got in.

...vomit...vomit...

In the taxi, Zhan Mi had just sat down for two minutes. Due to the shaking of the vehicle, he could no longer hold on. He sat alone in the back seat and vomited loudly.

"Master, I'm sorry, my friend had a few too many drinks!"

Yaoyang knew that the taxi drivers in Hong Kong Comprehensive City were not very good-tempered, and speaking like this was really deceiving, so he couldn't help but explain.

Unexpectedly, the taxi driver nodded repeatedly and said in a relaxed tone:

"Understood! I'm like this when I'm drunk. I feel like vomiting as soon as I sit in the car. It's okay. Anyway, you guys are my last business tonight. I'll just drive home and wash up later."

As he spoke, he actually held the steering wheel with one hand, took out a stack of paper from the front and handed it to the back seat. He greeted Zhan Mizi and said:

"Little brother, if you want to vomit, just vomit well. Once you vomit it, you will feel better. Here, a tissue!" Zhan

Mi Zai took the tissue in a daze and had no intention of replying. He continued to vomit Daye. Yaoyang was somewhat impressed by this taxi driver and said with a smile:

"Master, you are a very good person!"

"It's convenient for others, and it's convenient for you. That's not a good thing."

The taxi driver also smiled and replied.

"interesting!"

Yaoyang thought what the other party said was very interesting, so he asked Duoguo:

"What do you call master?"
To be continued...