Chapter 280

"I'll see if it's a frame up investigation."

Xu Shaochen said coldly that for this kind of unscrupulous profiteers, they should be eliminated quickly.

He's not a man with a sense of justice, but he's not the kind of person who can see someone hurt the world and be indifferent. This is the bottom line of life.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, it has nothing to do with him. If you see it, you have to take care of it.

What's more, this time he's also a victim, so it's even more important.

"Bang."

At this time, the door of the office was pushed open, and a bald middle-aged man came in. Behind him, there would be four strong men, who should be younger brothers.

"What's the matter?"

The bald middle-aged first glanced at Xu Shaochen and Zhao Qingyu, then looked at manager Liu.

It was below that he heard the waiter say this, and then he hurried to come here. After all, if he can't handle it well, something important will happen.

Ditch oil was severely beaten a few years ago. Now he is still using it. If someone blows it out, he will die in a new round of severe beating.

What's more, all his restaurants use gutter oil, not just this one.

"Uncle..." Manager Liu said it all over.

Baldheaded middle-aged relieved. Fortunately, he came fast enough, otherwise, there would be no way to remedy it.

"This brother, we are all for a living. Why don't we make friends? I'm sorry for that. How is it going?"

Bareheaded middle-aged look at Xu Shaochen tone calm said, attitude is polite.

After all, he thinks that what Xu Shaochen wears and what he wears on his hands, although he can't recognize what brand it is, it doesn't seem cheap. Can it be solved peacefully or peacefully?

"Sorry, I never make friends with animals."

Xu Shaochen looked at the bald middle-aged and said rudely, what's the difference between a man who has lost all his good fortune and a beast who makes money in a black heart?

Baldheaded middle-aged face gloomy down, coldly said: "friend, cut off people's wealth such as killing parents, you will not have heard of this sentence, advise you to weigh it out before you speak."

What he wants is to solve it peacefully, but if the other side does not praise him, he can only solve it by some very hot means.

As the bald middle-aged voice fell, several younger brothers directly guarded the door behind him, cutting off Xu Shaochen's retreat.

"Then I'd like to advise you to stop doing such things as giving birth to a son without farting or seeing. Otherwise, your father and mother are likely to send black hair to white hair people." Xu Shaochen looked at the baldheaded middle-aged and said that he dialed long Yidao's phone casually: "come up, the office at the end of the third floor."

"Fuck!"

Xu Shaochen's call speed is very fast. The bald middle-aged people realize that it's too late to stop it. They just slapped Xu Shaocheng's mobile phone on the ground.

"Bang."

The screen of the mobile phone is broken like a spider's web.

Xu Shaochen squatted on the ground and picked up his mobile phone. Looking back at a man with yellow hair behind him, he smiled: "you are good, you are the first one who dares to smash my mobile phone."

"Who are you scaring, grass mud horse? I don't know how to praise you. Believe it or not, I'll throw you to feed the fish and give your horse to the wheel!"

With a sneer, Huang Mao pointed to Xu Shaochen's nose and said it was a threat.

"I hope you can be so arrogant all the time."

Xu Shaochen looked at him and dropped a faint sentence. Then he looked back at the bald middle-aged man and said, "I can tell you that you are finished."

"Get rid of this girl and take some pictures of her. If this boy dare to tell the story, he will make his girlfriend famous."

Baldheaded middle-aged expression is gloomy and cold, pointed to Zhao Qingyu to say.

"Little morning."

Zhao Qingyu is scared to lose color when he hears the words. He holds Xu Shaochen's arm tightly.

"Eldest brother, this girl looks quite punctual, otherwise let us have a good time?"

A little brother looks at Zhao Qingyu with a funny face. After all, with their status, they can't reach such a high-quality beauty.

Bareheaded middle-aged smile, lit a cigarette in his mouth: "hurry up, do remember to take a picture, then let her that little mouth for me to play a song."

I've killed people. I'm just a woman. What's the big deal.

Xu Shaochen's face was so gloomy that he could dribble out of the water. Looking at his bald head and middle age, he seemed to be looking at a dead man.

"Hey, girl, let me love you well."

After getting the consent, Huang Mao couldn't wait to reach out to Zhao Qingyu, and his eyes were red.

"Bang!"

Xu Shaochen grabbed his palm, then pressed it on the desk, looked at him coldly and said: "some people are not you can touch, you can't afford this price."

"I'm going to meet her today, and I'm going to meet her in front of you. How about that?" Huang Mao looks at Xu Shaochen defiantly, his eyes full of ridicule.

"Bang!"

The door of the office was roughly kicked open, and dragon one and dragon two rushed in.

Xu Shaochen took out the pistol from the waist of Long Yi without saying anything, and then put the muzzle of the pistol on the palm of Huang Mao.

Seeing this scene, the bald middle-aged and other people in the office all turned pale.

"No!" Huang Maozhuang also realized the seriousness of the matter and wanted to get his hands back.

"Kang! Kang! "

Xu Shaochen pulled the trigger expressionless and fired two shots in a row. Half of Huang Mao's hand was almost broken, blood and shattered bones splashed all over the desk.

"Ah ah ah!"

The Yellow haired man uttered a shrill scream. His face was as white as white paper, and douda's cold sweat kept falling from his face.

There was no noise in the office except for the screams of the Yellow haired man.

Xu Shaochen pulled several pieces of paper at his desk, slowly wiped the blood on his hands, and said lightly, "I said, some people you can't touch, you can't afford this price."

Voice falls, Xu Shaochen pauses for a moment, raises his head, looks coldly at the bald middle-aged: "what do you say?"

Speaking at the same time, the gun in hand has been aimed at the bald middle-aged forehead.

Everyone was scared to step back, want to run, but found dragon two with a gun in the door to play.

"Peng Friend, calm down, calm down, misunderstanding. It's all misunderstanding. Take the gun away first. What do you want us to sit down and talk about? There's no need to use a knife or a gun. "

The bald middle-aged forehead exuded a dense sweat. Looking at Xu Shaochen, he raised his hands. His voice trembled when he spoke. His legs were already soft. If he didn't lean against the desk, he would have fallen to the ground.

After all, Huang Mao's painful lesson tells him that Xu Shaochen is not bluffing, but really daring to shoot.

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