Chapter 850

As soon as he appeared, the atmosphere in the theater which had just eased up was suddenly raised, and Lin guobing looked at Wang Dihuan with a look of schadenfreude. Another bad guy came, and Lin guobing felt that his mood had changed a lot.

"Wang Bingbing, I didn't say you. Today is your theater opening. How can I not tell my cousin? Do you look down on my brother? "

Hearing Wang Dihuan's complaint, the smile on Wang Bingxue's face instantly disappeared, and he subconsciously shrank behind Bai Zifan.

Wang Dihuan bullied Wang Xuebing when he was young. When Wang Xuebing theater was renovated, he wanted to take advantage of it, and the relationship between the two sides became worse and worse. Wang Xuebing in Xiaobai did not think that Wang Dihuan would really come to congratulate him on his opening.

Sure enough, after a ha ha, Wang Dihuan waved a few people to come with a plaque.

Pulling away the red silk, Bai Zifan pointed to the plaque and said, "do you know the characters? Time has changed. Wang Xuebing, you have been naughty since you were a child. You don't study hard. Do you know what time means? "

"That is to say, the times have changed. You still keep the brand of the Li family and use an old dog named Li Wenchao. Why do you want to recreate the glory of the Li family? I tell you, now, in this city, it's our Wang family who is in charge. The Li family is a fart. No, not even a fart. "

Hearing Wang Dihuan's words, even though he has considerable fear of Wang Dihuan in his heart, but Wang Dihuan insults his mother's family in front of him. Wang Xuebing can't bear it.

"Wang Dihuan, what do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean? Didn't I make it very clear just now? Time has changed. Your mother is dead and still guarding the property of the Li family. Don't forget your surname is Wang! In this week's city, how many people are scrambling to be the king's family? It's really shameful

"Wang Dihuan, you'd better respect the point." Bai Zifan said coldly.

Hearing Bai Zifan's words, Wang Dihuan said with pride: "why, I'm not convinced. I can speak as I want, but it's not your turn to manage me? Why, if you are not convinced, you can beat me. "

"What are you talking about?" Bai Zifan said angrily.

No matter what hints or threats and inducements, Bai Zifan and Wang Xuebing had to accept their requirements. They didn't get any benefits from such a big decoration project. Today, if they don't teach them a big lesson on the opening day, I'm afraid no one will recognize their identity as a young master.

Now he finally took revenge on them. Wang Dihuan felt that he had a lot of anger in his heart. He wrote an ancient prose, and now he had a lot of ideas.

"I said, if you are not convinced, hit me. If you have the ability, hit me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Dihuan found that the grief and indignation on Bai Zifan's face disappeared in an instant. Instead, he felt like he had stolen a chicken.

As soon as Wang Dihuan realized that it was not good, Bai Zifan's fist had appeared in front of him, and it was getting bigger and bigger, but he didn't respond. Wang Dihuan felt a pain in his nose and staggered back two steps.

Seeing that the young master had been beaten, more than a dozen guards who came with him immediately came to him. But as soon as they stepped forward, they saw that Bai Zifan had reached Wang Dihuan, less than one meter away. Bai Zifan could definitely kill his young master before they arrived.

"What are you doing? But your young master said that if I'm not convinced, I'll beat him. If I have the ability, I'll beat him. I did it according to what he said. I'm so obedient. Aren't you satisfied? "

"NIMA, baizifan, do you mean to play tricks with me! If you listen to me, I'll let you beat yourself now! " Wang Dihuan said, biting his teeth.

Nodded, Bai Zifan clenched his fist again and punched Wang Dihuan's face again.

Seeing the guards ready to move, Bai Zifan said helplessly: "I can't listen to Wang Dihuan just now, but I still can't listen to him now. What do you want me to do?"

Bai Zifan's fist looks light and has no strength, but only Wang Dihuan, who has been beaten, knows how terrible it is. When one fist comes down, it not only hurts the nose, but also spreads the strength to the bone.

Now Wang Dihuan seems to have facial paralysis, brain paralysis, even the tongue seems to be dead, can't move, can't say a word.

And the guards around found that their grumpy young master did not speak, and did not dare to move, Wang Dihuan these two fists are in vain.

Wang Dihuan had been beaten by Bai Zifan before, but he was caught by Bai Zifan every time, which made him unable to stand still. After that, he had no way to retaliate. He thought he had nothing to do now. He came to avenge himself. In the end, he was still killed thousands of miles away.

Running back to his guard, Wang Dihuan said in a hurry: '% ￥ @ & #'

Hearing Wang Dihuan's words, the guards were confused. Although Wang Dihuan's tongue moved, it was not flexible at all. The degree of blurring was more serious than drinking too much. The guards could not understand what he was saying.

"Why, I didn't expect that your young master is quite learned. He actually speaks the language of spitting fire. I thought I would be the only one in the world. I didn't expect that there would be anyone else. Don't worry. I'll translate for you. You young master said, beat him."

"You, what did you say?"

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Your young master said, hit him! How dare you not listen to the young master? Want to rebel? "

Found that this group of mindless guards even silly look at themselves, a look like really want to believe, Wang Dihuan angry to jump foot curse.

After mumbling a few words of "spitting fire Luo language" that no one understood, Bai Zifan translated again: "your young master can't wait. Hurry up, they will hit you if they don't hit him!"

Wang Dihuan shook his head to tell them not to be misled by Bai Zifan. However, as soon as his neck was twisted, a deep pain came from his cervical spine.

Wang Dihuan, who has never suffered since childhood, can't bear it at all. As soon as his neck shrinks, his shaking head turns directly into nodding.

Seeing that the young master really nodded, all the guards were stunned. They couldn't think of anything. Did the young master really mean that? Is it possible that Wang Dihuan, who has been beaten many times by Bai Zifan, finds that he has great pleasure in being beaten and becomes a masochist?

Just when they hesitated, the white man who didn't ask for anything rushed to Wang Dihuan's face as soon as he dodged, and the third punch fell back on Wang Dihuan's face.