Chapter 1772

"You're right, the weak eat the strong!" Yang Ming picked up Lange's collar from behind, and lifted him up: "A weak person like you was born to be trampled on by me."

"Who? Let me go!" Lange was taken aback, and quickly turned around, but seeing Yang Ming lift himself up with one hand, Lange said angrily, "Boy, what are you doing?"

"Don't do anything, I told you before to tell you to get out, if you don't get out, then you have no chance to get out now." Yang Ming said with a smile, "You don't have dementia, do you? You have amnesia so soon?"

"Let go of Mr. Lange! What are you going to do!" Seeing Lange being picked up by Yang Ming, Slater was startled, subconsciously drew out his gun, and pointed at Yang Ming: "Boy, I don't want to die! If so, let go of Mr. Lange!"

"Shoot?" Yang Ming nodded to Slater nonchalantly.

"You...don't force me!" Slater just drew his gun to scare Yang Ming. Although he, as a member of the Mafia, had killed people before, he still didn't dare to kill people in public like this! After all, the police are not vegetarians. If they shoot and kill people in front of so many people, then he doesn't even need to think about it. He will definitely be arrested and sent to prison in a short while.

"I didn't force you. You want to shoot, whatever you want." Yang Ming smiled, and stopped talking to Slater, but said to Lange: "How is it? Remember what I said before?"

"Hmph!" Lange snorted coldly, and suddenly reached out to grab Yang Ming! Although he was caught in mid-air by Yang Ming, he didn't hinder the movement of his hands. He wanted to give Yang Ming a surprise attack! In his opinion, Yang Ming is just a little bit stronger and has no other abilities, so he relies on his rich fighting experience, thinking that he can easily deal with Yang Ming.

"What are you going to do?" Seeing that Lange dared to sneak up on him, Yang Ming grabbed him by the neck and threw him hard, directly hitting the bar beside him. With a "boom", the shelf of the bar fell down. It came down and landed on Lange's body, making a big gash on his forehead, and the blood flowed down immediately!

The nearby security guards originally wanted to stop Yang Ming, but after the waiter who received Yang Ming bowed his head and said a few words to the security captain, the security captain immediately retreated!

Living in a VIP room on the top floor? This is the treatment that only members of the boss's family can enjoy! The security captain hurriedly told his subordinates to just watch, and don't stand out! In his opinion, although Lange couldn't afford to provoke him, he couldn't afford to provoke Yang Ming either. He could only watch the gods fight from the sidelines.

"You dare to hit me?" Lange got up from the ground and pointed at Yang Ming, his head was bleeding, and Slater was struggling in his heart at this moment, should he shoot or not!

Shoot and he's finished, spending most of his life in prison. If you don't shoot, Lange will probably be beaten! So Slater hesitated. Although he is Lange's follower, he can't ruin his future for Lange?

"Don't move, I'll shoot you if you move again!" Slater threatened, holding a pistol.

"It's up to you. Don't keep repeating the same thing." Yang Ming glanced at Slater and ignored him. Yang Ming also saw that the family was aggressive, but even if he really wanted to shoot, Yang Ming didn't care. Yang Ming has been paying attention to Slater from the corner of his eye.

Slater's face froze, he really didn't dare to shoot here! This is a joke about your own future! After hesitating for a while, Slater put down the pistol, then took out the phone, and dialed a number...

"Mr. Lange, wait a moment, I'll call someone over right away!" Slater said.

"Call my dad and tell him to bring people to surround this place!" Lange roared, "Damn it, what about the Douglas family, I demolished this place today!"

"Yes, Mr. Lange." Slater quickly dialed the phone, waited for a while, and then said carefully; "Is it the old leader? I'm Slater! I have something important to tell you..."

"Give me the call, and I'll tell you in person!" Seeing Slater whimpering, Lange immediately became impatient, and stretched out his hand to ask Slater for a phone call.

"Okay, Mr. Lange!" Slater was wondering how to describe it. When Lange asked for a phone call, he hurriedly handed the phone to Lange.

"Dad, I was beaten! At the Douglas Hotel!" Lange said directly: "You brought people to surround this place! The other party is a guest of the Douglas family!"

"What? What's going on? Lange, can you explain clearly?" Lange's father didn't know what was going on after hearing Lange's words.

"I'm chasing women here, and someone meddled in his business, and he beat me! My head was broken! Bring someone to catch him!" Lange explained.

"Oh? Who is so bold? How dare you touch my son? Humph! Don't you want to live?!" Lange's father said, "Wait, I'll take someone there!"

"Okay, okay, then I'll wait for you here, I'm at the nightclub on the first floor of the Douglas Hotel!" Lange said quickly after hearing his father's words.

After hanging up the phone, Lange pointed at Yang Ming and said, "You boy, don't leave if you have the guts, and see how I deal with you later!"

Lange knew that he was not Yang Ming's opponent, so he could only speak against him, hoping that he could wait here for his father to send someone.

"Hehe, of course I won't leave." Yang Ming said lightly. Since he took care of this matter, he must take care of it to the end! Chen Ze and Tao Linfang, Yang Ming still has a good impression of these two people, so Yang Ming decided to help them. After finishing the matter, leave again, otherwise, the two of them will suffer if they walk away.

Hearing Yang Ming's insistence on not leaving, Lange was overjoyed, and thought, you are kind, as long as you stay here, let's see how we can deal with you later! If I catch you where no one is around, then I can do whatever I want with you! Don't cry when the time comes!

When Lange's father received a call from his son, he was extremely angry! He is a well-known protector of the calf, he is just such an only son, he was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, otherwise he couldn't have handed the Speeding Party into his hands early!

After listening to the phone call, Lange's father was going to bring someone to copy the guy, and he would clean up the boy who beat his son, but he thought that it was the territory of the Douglas family after all. Since the man was a guest of the Douglas family, he should still talk to Barterton. Say hello! After all, I have a good relationship with Butterton, and the Douglas family is also a big family. Since I am their guest, I should talk to them before I move.

However, even if Butterton disagrees, he will take a strong action, which has already angered his bottom line! His son was his lifeblood, and he had to ask that man to pay the price.

He picked up the phone and dialed Butterton's number. When Butterton answered the phone, Old Lang said in an unquestionable command tone: "Mr. Butterton? There is a friend from your Douglas family in your hotel." Right? He beat my son, I'm going to lead someone to bring him back now, please cooperate with me!"

All he wanted was to inform Barterton, regardless of whether Barterton would object, in his opinion, it was impossible for Barterton to object.

"What? A friend of our family? Beat your son?" Butterton was taken aback: "Is there some misunderstanding about this?"

"What a misunderstanding! It's in the nightclub on the first floor of your hotel, well, I'm going to arrest people!" Old Lange said.

nightclub? Butterton's face suddenly changed. Old Lange couldn't be talking about Yang Ming, could he? Thinking of this, Butterton is not so afraid of Old Lange anymore. Although he has to rely on Old Lange for some things, if there is a conflict with Yang Ming, he will naturally favor Yang Ming immediately!

"Old Lange, let me advise you, if you don't want to die, don't worry about it!" Butterton said with a sneer. He had fulfilled his duty of benevolence and righteousness, and told Old Lange in advance.