C9 wuchun Zhao San

"Bam!" As they fell backwards, the few robust men were almost unable to hold on to the bastard that was sent flying by Yang Qi, including themselves, and fell to the ground. From this, it could be seen how much strength Yang Qi had used in that strike!

Liu Qing was stunned, these seven to eight hooligans were shocked, it was obviously the leader of the hooligans. He was wearing yellow fur, and with a glance behind him, he saw the three hooligans lying on the ground, and with trembling hands, he took out a cigarette from his pack of cigarettes and passed it to Yang Qi.

"B-big brother, we failed to recognize Mt. Tai when we had eyes, just treat us like sh * t!" As she spoke, she had a vulgar smile on her face.

Yang Qi obviously did not buy it. He tilted his head and asked: "Are you rich?"

The yellow-hair was stunned for a moment before he hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes. How much does Big Brother need?" Did he meet some sort of scam? The yellow-hair didn't quite understand.

Liu Qing couldn't help but nod in a daze when she saw Yang Qi's mischievous smile before she even reacted.

Oh my god, what bag? Thirty thousand dollars! The blonde wanted to cry, but there were no tears in his eyes. His hands were trembling. In the air, he didn't know if he should put it down or continue holding it.

This time, he finally understood. He had just met an old man. There was clearly extortion.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Don't shake your hand, it's not like I'm going to kill you."

Yang Qi's smile was as bright as spring. He received the cigarette with a beaming smile and reached out to grab the yellow-hair's hand. It seemed to be comforting and threatening him.

The sweat on yellow-hair's forehead dripped down bit by bit. He could clearly feel that the other party had already begun to exert force when he held his hand. It really was f * cking painful!

The group of lackeys behind him could not bear to watch anymore. Other than the few that were hit in the beginning, the rest of them were all furious. They looked at each other and grabbed towards Yang Qi.

Yang Qi was not afraid that they would not go, he had principles when it came to borrowing money. He had just helped to kill off three scum of society, and he borrowed 30,000 from yellow hair.

One in each hand, like carrying a chick, Yang Qi's hands were quick, the yellow hair did not even have time to react before his subordinates were already thrown out by Yang Qi.

It's over, the yellow hair knew that this evil fiend would not stop there. After interacting with Yang Qi for a short while, he already knew that this guy was black-hearted.

Sure enough, Yang Qi opened his mouth wide and said embarrassedly: "Big brother, look at this dirty society, I have to help you manage it, don't you think so?"

The yellow hair nodded his head, his forehead was covered in perspiration, he really wanted to say no, but his hand was still in Yang Qi's hand, how could he not say?

The corner of his mouth twitched as he helplessly said, "Big brother, several tens of thousands, right?"

Seeing Yang Qi's embarrassed look, people who didn't understand thought that yellow hair bullied him.

Since the other party had already said so, Yang Qi would be embarrassed to hold his hand. After hesitating for a while, he stretched out his seven fingers at the yellow-hair.

"Buy a better bag for your sister-in-law. See how pitiful your sister-in-law is." Hearing Yang Qi's words, Liu Qing's face turned red, and he twisted the former's waist with all his might. The pain made Yang Qi's expression warp.

The yellow hair wanted to push the price down, but when he saw Yang Qi's sinister look, he did not dare to say anything. Without wasting any words, he took out his phone and transferred the money to Yang Qi, all he wanted to do now was to stay away from this fiend.

Seeing that he was so nimble, Yang Qi didn't feel like making things difficult for him anymore, so he waved his hand and told them to scram.

Looking at the balance in his phone, Yang Qi was really happy. This was his salary of more than a year. His clothes were stained by the meat skewers, so he had enough money to buy another set. Yang Qi turned his head and ordered over twenty meat skewers.

Looking at Yang Qi wolfing down his food, Liu Qing really found it difficult to combine that domineering man from earlier with this Yang Qi who had a mouth full of oil.

"Eat!" Eat quickly, eat to your heart's content, I still have things to do tonight! "

"…"

Seeing that Yang Qi was eating so happily, Liu Qing was unsure of why, but his appetite suddenly rose.

Night had fallen, and in this drunken city, noise was indispensable at night. The faint starlight resonated with the light emitted by the neon light on the ground.

The sky was hazy, and even the black was less pure.

The Wealthy Clubhouse was one of the top clubs in Minghai City. Every night, the streets in front of the door were full of cars, making the whole city extremely crowded.

Suddenly, the sports car sped up and stopped in front of the luxurious clubhouse.

The doorman had long seen all kinds of cars. He recognized this silver sports car at a glance. It was GranCabrio Maserati limited edition. There were only a dozen cars in the world. Dazzling appearance, making the doorman's originally strong smile, even more brilliant.

"Sir, give me the key. I'll help you park the car!" The doorman skillfully opened the door and bowed as he waited for the owner's order.

Silence, a deathly silence.

Just as the doorman couldn't help but raise his head to look at the interior of the car, a few black Mercedes-Benz suddenly stopped beside the sportscar, emitting an ear-piercing sound.

Soon, a group of people came out of the car. They were wearing black suits. They were led to the Maserati car by a tall man.

"Third Young Master, please get off!" His voice was like thunder, shaking one's soul. It was the voice of the muscular man in the lead.

The doorman could not help but look up, his square face, eyes full of spirit, a deep scar running down his face from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, almost two meters tall.

Just then, that voice came from him. Just as the doorman was thinking, a foot shot out from the car and landed on the doorman's body. Although it was weak, it was strong enough to kick him to the ground. As he got off the car, he didn't forget to step on Ye Zichen's body.

"Trash, you're blocking my way!" Just when the doorman was panicking and confused, the person in the car said softly.

Insult, blatant insult. The doorman trembled all over. He really wanted to tell the man that he wasn't trash! His mother was in bed and he had dropped out of school to work. He was the day of their family! What right do you have to call me trash?

Unfortunately, this was the society. Without money, there was no dignity. The doorman knew that if he cursed, not only would he lose his job, which was not a low salary, he would also not know if he could return in one piece.

After being stepped on by that man, the doorman trembled as he raised his head, wanting to remember that person's face. This could be the unyielding behavior of that youth, or it could also be the words of encouragement from the youth.

His body was thin and weak, as if he was malnourished. His handsome face revealed a sickly white color. He was not even 1.7 meters tall and had a nonchalant expression on his face. Even so, the two meter tall scarred face showed only respect.

This was power! I told you to stand, you had to stand, I told you to lie down, you had to lie down.

A frail man walked past the doorman. Maserati's key was still on the doorman's face. He stretched lazily. Looking at the prosperous scene before him, disdain could be seen in his eyes. Compared to the bustling capital, the difference was too huge!

Turning his head to look at the door, he saw that the figure that made him so lost in his dreams was right there, and it was even walking towards him.

That's right, he was Zhao Ziyu, and he had an enviable identity, the third young master of the Zhao Family.

Zhao Ziyu's small eyes narrowed even more to a slit when he saw Yun Ruoshi. Seeing Yun Ruoshi walking over, he also quickly walked up to welcome him.

When he moved, the big and buff bodyguards behind him also moved along with him. The sturdy knife-scarred man was not even a step away from him, and as he moved, many people's gazes moved along with him.

Yang Qi and Yun Ruoshi naturally saw the battle formation, Zhao Ziyu was fine, the sturdy knife-scarred man just left, and Yang Qi's gaze turned to look, following the other party's footsteps.

Yun Ruoshi could not tell, but Yang Qi could see that the person behind Zhao Ziyu was definitely proficient in Guojiao, it was just that he did not know which clan it was from.

"Aiya, my good wife, how can you personally come to pick me up? Can't you just let an assistant come? " As soon as they met, Zhao Ziyu's unpleasant voice sounded out, causing Yun Ruoshi to unconsciously furrow her brows. (TL: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU – UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU))

In comparison, Yang Qi's eyes were a little calm. He came here today as Yun Ruoshi's assistant. Firstly, he wanted to protect Yun Ruoshi, and secondly, he wanted to see what ability this fellow, who was courting death, had.

"Director Zhao must be joking. As the representative of the Zhao Group, Ruo Shi will naturally personally welcome you." Zhao Ziyu came over to the two of them. With a cold expression, he bowed slightly, and with a joke, dispelled all of Zhao Ziyu's ill intentions.

"Haha, Ruo Shi, there's no need to be so courteous. Uncle Yun and I have already discussed this with each other. After a few days, we'll have a regular date. Then, we'll choose a good day and marry you off." Zhao Ziyu laughed.

He reached out his hands to grab at Yun Ruoshi's palms. Yang Qi smiled in his heart, this was the time when he would appear on stage.

"You must be CEO Zhao, I'm Cloud Total's assistant. Yang Qi, it's nice to meet you, nice to meet you!"

He took a step forward, and with a face full of smiles, he separated Zhao Ziyu from Yun Ruoshi, extended his hand out, and grabbed onto Zhao Ziyu, shaking him with force.

Oh my god, Zhao Ziyu's face suddenly flushed red, he swung his arm even more, as though he wanted to pull it back. Yang Qi sneered. To let him go so easily, he was no longer Yang Qi.

While pondering, he grabbed Zhao Ziyu's hand and suddenly increased the force, causing Zhao Ziyu to directly kneel down and cry out.

"Zhao San!" "Come help me, kill this piece of trash."

Hearing Zhao Ziyu's miserable cry, the knife-scarred man called Zhao San immediately took a step forward and struck towards Yang Qi with a move.

Yang Qi squinted his eyes, holding back his hands, taking horse steps, wuchun?

"Bam!"

His body slightly moved, and he did not let go of Zhao Ziyu's right hand. With a swing of his left hand, he collided with Zhao San's arm. Qi splattered everywhere!