"ah!"

"ah!"

"ah……"

The sound of the flesh fist and the sound of screams was endless.

In a blink of an eye, all these sword-holding murderers had fallen to the ground and moaned.

"This...this...this is Superman!"

The boss's body trembled slightly, his eyes full of incredible expressions.

What just happened really made him unable to believe that such an ordinary person in front of him beat him up in a short while.

It is agreed that two fists cannot beat four hands!!!

Could it be that things will turn back if you are too extreme? You can’t beat them even if you have too many hands?

"You're the only one left."

Black hat patted the clothes with both hands, trying to slap off the non-existent dust.

He smiled and walked slowly towards the boss.

The boss swallowed and pulled out a far-fetched smile like crying.

"Yes... say it well, we don't need to be too harsh, do you think so?"

"Now you know it's a society ruled by law?"

The black hat asked slowly with a playful smile.

"Tell me, who asked you to come?"

"This..." The old man's mind flew.

"I want to come by myself!"

"I won't tell the truth yet."

The black hat shook his head helplessly. The hands were clattering.

"That's all you can suffer."

What the boss was about to say.

Suddenly, a black hat several meters away from him appeared in front of him instantly. At the same time, only a sharp pain was felt on his stomach.

"vomit!"

A stream of sour water couldn't help but retching from his mouth.

The boss only felt that his neck was being lifted up.

"Bang."

His face was burning and painful.

"Bang"

The chest was hit again and suffered a severe pain.

"Stop...stop. I said..."

The boss was red and swollen with regret, and he planned to give honest explanation.

But the black hat seemed to have not heard it, and continued to beat the boss.

...

The eldest son was covered in blood and was thrown on the ground like a pool of mud.

Except for not beating him to death, the black hat did whatever he was cruel.

He squatted in front of the boss with a black hat, and he showed a gentle smile.

"Now you can say it."

To the boss, this smile looked like a demon, and his body couldn't help but tremble and quickly explained.

"It was the owner of this phone call who told us..."

The boss was so scared that he gave it very detailed, even the color of underwear he wore when he answered the phone.

"Is there anything else to say?"

The boss shook his head quickly.

"It's gone, I've said everything I need to say."

The black hat stretched, and he took out the walkie-talkie.

"Things have been resolved and you can come in."

Soon, two vans drove in.

Two people got in and out of the car, and these were the other two sitting in the Old Hen Hotel.

Zhang Yangyao also walked in from outside and looked at the miserable boss.

"So cruel? If you break someone, it depends on how you explain it."

Black hat smiled and said.

"You don't think about what I did before I entered the Super League. At that time, I was much better than them."

The black hat showed contempt in his eyes.

"I know the best thing about these guys. Being kind to them is worse than beating them with a good look."

"Besides, this is the right given to us by Director Lin. You can use any means to deal with people who are not good at teahouses. Stop talking nonsense. Move them in the car."

After saying that, he held one in one hand and kicked open the door of the van with his feet very roughly, throwing the two of them into the car.

“That’s right.”

Zhang Yangyao said to himself: "I don't know what kind of door of this teahouse can make the director pay so much attention."

"Why do I think so much? These are not something I can get in touch with. Just do my job with peace of mind."

The other two were like him and soon threw them into the car.

Zhang Yangyao took out a box of cigarettes and handed them to several people.

"Old Hei, what should we do with these guys?"

The black hat took the cigarette and lit it beautifully.

"I don't know, go and ask the director for instructions."

"Hello, Director..."

The internal phone was soon dialed, but the other end of the phone was not Lin Shangfeng's voice.

Lei Wubai sat bored at the desk.

During this period, Lin Shangfeng went into seclusion and threw a mess like the big one of the Chaofan Games to him. He was so uncomfortable that he was so sad that he had no choice but to do so.

The phone call now gave him a bit bored and sleepy, refreshing.

"I am Lei Wu, Lin Shangfeng has gone into seclusion. I will manage the Chaofan Bureau during this period. What's the matter?"

"Director Lin is in seclusion?" The black hat was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but he did not react much. He repeated the incident just now.

"Director Lei is like this. We just caught a few people trying to go to Zizai Teahouse..."

After the matter was finished, he asked.

"So I want to ask, what are these people doing?"

Lei Wu thought about it for a moment. He seemed to have heard Lin Shangfeng ask him to do this alone, and he said.

"Lin Shangfeng mentioned this matter to me. If the way to deal with it... how long can it be kept? If there is a mastermind behind the scenes, deal with it as soon as possible."

"I understand. Thank you Director Lei."

"You guys heard it too, so I don't need to repeat it."

Black hat hung up the phone.

"Let's do this, you send these people back, and I'll invite the owner of this phone to have a drink of tea. At that time, we will try to apply for more food and accommodation for them."

"OK."

Except for the black hat, the other three got in the car and left.

The black hat said with some complaints.

"I'm so annoying that I have to work overtime again. Can't these troublemakers come back later? This is what the group of colleagues responsible for the safety of the teahouse at night will handle."

Although he complained, his actions were still very fast, and he sent the string of phone numbers to the technical team in Chaofan Bureau for inquiries.

He was wandering around the street while waiting.
To be continued...