Wu Bei wrinkled his nose and hesitated whether to take action.

Although the brothers have the upper hand, as the boss, and Han Wei is coming for him, it is not appropriate to stand and watch the excitement.

Just when he decided to use only two parts of his strength, Uncle Ren grabbed him and shook his head.

"Uncle..."

"It's too troublesome to explain, you're opening today!"

Uncle Ren gave a concise and concise reminder.

That’s right! Regardless of taking advantage of the situation, as long as Wu Bei participates, he will definitely have to go to the police station to take notes, and the company’s opening ceremony today will definitely be scrapped.

If people with good intentions continue to promote it randomly, Huxiao Company will definitely be pushed to the forefront again.

"No loss, it's okay!"

Uncle Ren handed Wu Bei a cigarette.

Wu Bei's clenched fist slowly loosened.

Not far away, Zhao Nianxia, ​​who was hiding behind the tool cart, saw this and took a long breath of the aroma.

The other end.

In the chaos, Luo Hu knocked over several bodyguards one after another, and once again set his sights on Han Wei.

As a young man who used to spend money like water, what he hated most in his life was hearing someone call him a poor man. Of course, the reason why he reacted so strongly was also because of a ridiculous experience, which will be discussed later.

Han Wei also noticed a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at him. It was the bald boy he had met once.

Seeing the other party running toward him, Han Wei felt something was wrong, but he had nothing to do.

Because he was being held tightly by the repairman whom he had scolded earlier.

I don't know what this guy grew up on. His arms were as hard and strong as welded steel rods. He tried his best and couldn't pull his arms out.

"Call me poor!"

Luo Hu stood in front of Han Wei panting.

"What are you going to do?! I'm warning you not to..."

"Bah!"

Luo Hu tilted his head back, as if accumulating strength, and spat a mouthful of brown sticky phlegm on Han Wei's face.

The spit mixed with the smell of cigarette smoke stretched down the tip of Han Wei's nose, and the scene was so touching.

"vomit.."

Han Weirang choked so much that he couldn't help opening his mouth and retching several times.

The repairman who surrounded Han Wei laughed and cursed: "Hey, Tie Zhi, you are so awesome!"

"You don't understand, this is called humiliation from the soul!"

Luo Hu explained with a crooked mouth, but he suddenly realized that the repairman was quite handsome, dark, short and thin, and he didn't even have front teeth.

"Where are you looking? You're distracted while fighting!" the repairman scolded him with his sparse eyebrows raised.

"Sorry!"

Luo Hu shook his head, swung his arms in circles, and shot left and right at Han Wei's cheeks.

The loud ear-scratching sound echoed in the crowd like a cannon.

Wang Shun and Qi Jinlong, who had defeated several other bodyguards, followed them. Wang Lang and more than a dozen car repairmen also formed a circle around them.

It was getting bright at this time, and it was already past seven o'clock in the morning.

Many stevedores who had arrived early gathered around to watch the excitement out of curiosity. After a while, the three Luohu people were overwhelmed. They thought there was some kind of singing and dancing performance. More and more people who didn't know the truth crowded in. In an instant, the door of the small courtyard was closed.

The room became very lively.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!"

The endless applause never stopped.

"Don't tell me, it's quite rhythmic, doesn't it sound like Jingle Bells?"

Wang Lang emerged from the crowd at some point and stood next to Wu Bei, teasing him.

"Thanks Lang!"

Wu Bei bowed gratefully to the other party.

Although he helped Zhao Nianxia to save face, he did solve a big trouble for himself.

"Relax, don't keep such a sullen face. I know you are serious about words, but I don't know that you think you are putting on airs!"

Wang Lang laughed, patted Wu Bei on the shoulder and said, "You have to learn to laugh. No one will be wary of smiling people. The more heartless you laugh, the less likely others will know what you are thinking."

Wu Beileng was stunned for a moment, as if he understood something instantly, but he didn't know how to describe it. He imitated the look of the man in front of him and grinned stiffly.

"That's right, a real assassin is someone who kills without a knife!"

Wang Lang raised his thumb with satisfaction, then took out his mobile phone and pressed 110: "Hey, I'm calling the police! The security in Chong City is so bad. I came from Linxian County to do business, and a group of local gangsters insisted on asking me to pay some management fees.

Fortunately, a group of young men volunteered to help..."

Listening to Wang Lang's words, Wu Bei was stunned. This was the first time he saw how "the evildoer should complain first" could be so refreshing and refined.

"Absolute character!"

Uncle Ren whispered in Wu Bei's ear, and then walked to the wall where he had just slept. He first pulled his clothes hard and tore a few big holes. Then he rubbed his hair randomly, grabbed a handful of dirt and wiped it on his face.

Lying on the ground.

Just when Wu Bei was wondering what he was going to do, Uncle Ren also took out his cell phone and groaned in pain.
Chapter completed!