Chapter 703

"Why are you here? Aren't you in Haizhong school? You followed me?" Lin Qiyue asked. He really couldn't figure out how Dong Wenfeng appeared here.

"I didn't come here for dinner. Did I come to see you sneak on others?"

Dong Wenfeng sneered, and the strength in his hand increased. At once, he saw that Lin Qiyue's hand was twisted.

"Pain! Ah! Dong Wenfeng! I'll kill you!"

The restaurant echoed with Lin Qiyue's roar.

The crowd only heard a click, and then Lin Qiyue turned pale and fell down.

"Boss!"

The remaining gangsters quickly helped Lin Qiyue up.

Especially the fourth, he looked at Dong Wenfeng and said fiercely, "you dislocated my boss's hand. Wait to die!"

"Wait for you to come to me at any time." Dong Wenfeng said, looking at Lin Qiyue's men carrying Lin Qiyue's figure and ready to leave.

At this time, the uncle stopped him.

Dong Wenfeng looked back. The uncle was looking at himself with great interest.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

"I'm fine, young man. My skill is good." Uncle looked at Dong Wenfeng with appreciation.

"Uncle joked." Dong Wenfeng waved his hand. "Uncle's skill is also good and his reaction ability is very fast."

"Ha ha." the uncle made a gesture of invitation, "are you interested in having a drink with me?"

Dong Wenfeng looked at his watch. Anyway, it's still early and not in a hurry: "that's OK."

On the dinner table, uncle ordered some more dishes. Originally, the first floor was barbecue, but after that, the boss didn't pay attention to this rule.

"Sorry, guys, I'll treat you to this meal today. You can eat whatever you like." the boss smiled and went to the table to serve the dishes in person.

After that, the boss left without waiting for them to refuse.

Asked for some wine. After three rounds, uncle began to ask Dong Wenfeng some personal questions.

"Little brother, where did you learn this Kung Fu? I think your speed has exceeded that of normal people." uncle said something.

"Uncle, to be honest, I'm a cultivator."

Uncle nodded. Obviously, he just had some guesses: "the world is getting more and more chaotic now. You young people need to defend it."

Dong Wenfeng thought the other party was talking about people like Lin Qiyue just now, so he comforted: "there are few people like Lin Qiyue in this world."

"Ha ha, young man, I'm talking about those demons. Forget it, you may not know these things." uncle took up his glass and smiled.

"Is it the messenger of hell?" Dong Wenfeng asked.

"Oh? You know, it seems that you are really not an ordinary cultivator." uncle doesn't seem to say much about the hell messenger. As soon as he turns around, he asks Dong Wenfeng, "who is the man you just said?"

"Lin Qiyue." Dong Wenfeng was stunned and asked, "isn't uncle from biguicheng?"

"My son and I came to biguicheng to do something. No, I felt bored at home and ran out."

"Ha ha." Dong Wenfeng was also infected by uncle's mood and kept laughing happily.

"Uncle, Lin Qiyue is not easy to mess with. You met him today. I'm afraid he will trip you in the future."

"He dares!" the uncle suddenly became serious. He seemed to feel his gaffe. The uncle smiled happily: "don't be surprised, young man. I'm such a person. I'm straightforward."

Dong Wenfeng also appreciates uncle. At least this kind of person won't insert a knife in the back: "uncle, if you have this character in the mall, you can't make a lot of money."

Uncle glanced at Dong Wenfeng, smiled and turned away the topic: "did you just say that Lin Qiyue is very famous in this biguicheng?"

"There is fame, but it's a bad name. A while ago..."

Dong Wenfeng thought about it and told uncle about Donghai middle school. After all, it's not a private or secret thing.

After hearing this, the uncle smiled, nodded and praised: "young man, you did a good job. Education is much more important than fame and wealth. These businessmen take care of their own interests."

Dong Wenfeng also said with a smile, "it's rare to find a person with such a character. Uncle, you have a good appetite for me."

The uncle asked again, "you just said that Lin Qiyue was sent to the police station, and then he was released?"

Dong Wenfeng nodded and looked indignant: "I thought later that it should be put by the police chief. Lin Qiyue's father, Lin liming, is rich and powerful in biguicheng. It's just a very simple thing to spend some money to release Lin Qiyue."

The uncle sighed and said, "young man, you are a good man, but you shouldn't have been born at this time. This era is too chaotic."

Dong Wenfeng didn't know what uncle was talking about. He smiled and said, "don't worry about him. I'm drunk now."

Uncle laughed, raised his glass and drank like Dong Wenfeng.

……

Lin Ming's home.

Lin Qiyue is lying on the bed next to a doctor in a white coat.

"Doctor, how's it going? Can this hand still be connected?" Lin Ming looked anxiously at the doctor next to him.

The doctor looked dignified. He shook his head and said, "I'm afraid this arm is useless. It's useless to connect it. The surrounding muscles have died. Now it's not a bone problem. This broken arm is completely useless."

"How is it possible?" the old man and the second man shouted beside him before Lin Ming spoke.

"It's only eight minutes from Haitian barbecue to here. How can it be necrotic in such a short time? Doctor, please check it again." the old man and the second man trembled and said.

"There's really nothing you can do. Why don't you find another doctor." the doctor in white shook his head and went out.

Lin Ming looked at the old, two, three, four and five kneeling on the ground.

He looked at Lin Qiyue lying unconscious on the bed. He was so angry that he quickly walked to the table and took out a gun from the drawer.

"You guys tell me what's going on?" Lin Ming's voice echoed in the room.

"Boss, at the Haitian barbecue, the young master was caught by Dong Wenfeng and broke his arm."

"Dong Wenfeng?" Lin Ming frowned. "Is it Dong Wenfeng from Donghai middle school?"

"Yes, the boss is him. Dong Wenfeng also said that he won't be afraid to see the boss in the future. Now he's still eating at Haitian." the old man and the second man painted Dong Wenfeng black.

Lin Liming didn't speak. He took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Black dragon, it's me. Take some brothers to the seaside for barbecue."