Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man's face changed, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Young man! Stay at the forefront of everything, don't go your own way!" said the middle-aged man coldly.

He Sheng smiled: "Thank you uncle for reminding me..."

After saying this, He Sheng slapped the fat man who had just stood up next to him and slapped him out in the face.

"Korean side! Take action!" The middle-aged man could no longer bear it. He had never seen someone who dared to be so arrogant in front of him. He beat his son in front of him. Do you really think that his Han family is easy to bully?

After saying this, the man sitting in the driver's seat unbuttoned his seat belt, his face cold, and wanted to get out of the car.

Take action? You are really not afraid of death!

He Sheng sneered, and before he could get off the car, he kicked the car body.

With this kick, the Bentley moved out directly, and after sliding it for a full three or four meters before stopping.

The car stopped, and the South Korean side in the driving position stabilized.

"Boss! He is a high-level cultivator..." Han Fang's face changed, and a look of horror flashed through his pupils. He Sheng's kick just now made him extremely surprised. His internal strength is so great that he is definitely a high-level cultivator!

The middle-aged man stabilized his body. He leaned his head and looked out the car window. There were traces of four tires sliding on the ground, his eyes full of horror.

"Can you beat it?" asked the middle-aged man.

"His strength is at least at least the sixth level of the disciple, and I am not his opponent."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man was completely stunned. How could he have thought that if he had a car accident on the road, he would meet a cultivator. The most important thing is that he was a cultivator who was better than the Korean side!

This time, the middle-aged man realized that this young man might not be able to afford to offend him.

Such cultivators often have a backstage. Even the huge Han family is only one cultivator. This cultivator who is even more powerful than the Korean side may be incredible behind him.

"Uncle, aren't you going to fight? The place has been vacated, come on." He Sheng shrugged lazily and said with his head raised.

"Brother, you misunderstood. I didn't want to fight you." The middle-aged man said loudly: "Tell me, what should I do to make up?"

Seeing that the other party admitted his fault, He Sheng had no need to continue to be aggressive. He smiled and said, "Okay, since uncle is so happy, then I'll offer the offer?"

After hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled in his heart. After a long time of doing it, he still wanted money.

"Okay, you can offer the offer."

"Uncle just said three times, okay, just pay three times." He Sheng smiled: "Your son slapped my friend, and I slapped your son three times. I've already slapped two of them just now, and there's still one shorter."

After the words were finished, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank a little, and he was stunned.

This kid doesn't want money?

Looking at his son lying on the ground, the middle-aged man was helpless. He never expected that the young man in front of him would not have any penny compensation, but would have to stare at his son and beat him!

"Dad, save me! Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

The fat man's body of 180 kilograms was able to knock him over to the ground with just a slap in the face!

The middle-aged man turned his head aside and ignored what the fat man said.

If it were normal, who would dare to say something wildly to beat his son, the middle-aged man would definitely let the South Korean side take action. But now, his father's old illness relapses, and even the South Korean side admits that he can't beat this young man. If he agrees to the kid's request, then if this matter continues, it will definitely be detrimental to his father's condition.

Therefore, the middle-aged man thought about it and could only acknowledge He Sheng's unreasonable request.

"It seems that the uncle has allowed it, so I'll fight!"

After saying this, He Sheng turned around, raised his right hand, bowed his body, and slapped the fat man lying on the ground.

He Sheng took action very quickly and without any warning. The fat man had no chance to react, so he was slapped by He Sheng and fell to the ground completely.

After slapping the fat man, He Sheng kicked the fat man out of the stomach again.

A round body flew several meters in the air and landed heavily next to the co-pilot of the Bentley car.

"Uncle, I think you are quite decent, so I won't care about this matter. But in the future, I will take care of your stupid son more. If you don't take good care of it, you have to be prepared for him to be beaten by society!"

After being taught this by a young man, the middle-aged man's heart was filled with anger.

After so many years, no one dares to say such things to himself. This kid is simply too arrogant!

However, middle-aged men now don’t care about talking to He Sheng. The most important thing is that their father’s condition is more important.

"South Korea, get Xiaowei into the car and let's go."

"yes."

South Korea got out of the car, walked to the next to the passenger seat, opened the car door, picked up the fat man with both hands, and threw it into the passenger seat. Then, he returned to the car and drove away.

During the whole process, the middle-aged man remained silent and stared at He Sheng tightly. His deep eyes seemed to be trying to penetrate He Sheng.

Seeing the Bentley driving far away, He Sheng turned around and was about to say something, but saw three people looking at him with monster-like eyes, especially Yan Shuo, this usually serious guy, had a little star of admiration in his eyes at this moment.

"Mr. He, how did you do that kick just now?" Yan Shuo asked in a low voice.

"Ah? Which kick?" He Sheng was stunned and asked back.

"It's the kick that kicked that car..." Yan Shuo spoke a little stiffly, his mind full of what He Sheng had before.

Oh my god, that was a car. Mr. He kicked it so lightly, and the car moved three or four meters horizontally. If the force on the foot was kicked on someone, wouldn't this kick kick the person to death?

I don’t know how long it takes to practice to be like Mr. He…

"Oh, just kick it casually. There is a master in the car. I'll scare them with one kick." He Sheng said casually, as if kicking it was just a matter of lifting his feet for him.

Hearing this, Yan Shuo couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Kick it casually? Is this too casual? You can kick a car so far with just one kick. How strong is the foot?

He Sheng walked towards Yan Jin.

Li Wen stood beside Yan Jin and kept comforting the little girl. However, if such a thing happened, Yan Jin would definitely be very sad. Just forget it if the car hit him, and he was slapped in the face. The grievance in his heart was self-evident.

"Xiao Jin, are you okay?" He Sheng asked Yan Jin.

Yan Jin shook his head, pouted and said, "Mr. He, I...I'm fine."

Looking at He Sheng in front of her, she remembered everything He Sheng did before, and Yan Jin felt a warmth in her heart. Although she was slapped in the face, she felt anger in her heart when she saw the fat man being beaten by Mr. He and begging for mercy.

Moreover, Yan Jin knew very well that the other party had already asked He Sheng to offer the offer and was obviously willing to compensate him, but He Sheng didn't want a penny, just to force himself to breathe a sigh of relief.

Yan Jin was very moved. He remembered that he didn't talk much with He Sheng at night, but just now he heard He Sheng call him a friend, Yan Jin had the urge to cry.
Chapter completed!