Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 199 Disagree?Hold on!

Whoa!

From the right side of the hall, more than a dozen burly men rushed out to Yang Hao!

"elder brother!"

"Yang Hao!"

Seeing that Yang Hao was about to be beaten by the group, Yang Xiaohuan, Yin Meiling and the others were all anxious.

Little Lolita wanted to rush towards Yang Hao regardless, but was fortunately held back by Yin Meiling.

Wan Baoer frowned slightly, gritted her teeth, and prepared to ask the bodyguards to intervene in this matter.

Zuo Ling yelled at Prince Ma: "Grandpa..."

"Qiao Baichuan! Make it clear to me, this is not the north side, and you can't allow yourself to be presumptuous here!"

Prince Ma lost his temper, and shouted angrily: "Ma San, stop them for me!"

Following his order, more than [-] people poured out from the left side of the hall, and the leader was Ma San.

Qiao Baichuan was furious: "Okay, okay, old horse, are you sure you want to fight me for this kid? You have to think about it, I won't believe you, and you won't come to the north!"

Prince Ma showed a look of embarrassment, but he could only bite the bullet and said: "We will talk about the future, anyway, today..."

Yang Hao didn't want to make things difficult for him, so he interjected: "Old Ma, I appreciate your kindness, but I can settle this matter myself, so you don't have to worry about it."

As he spoke, he waved his hand first, signaling Yang Xiaohuan and the others not to worry, then sneered, and looked at Qiao Baichuan: "Hehe, are you planning to bully me with too many people?"

At this time, Qiao Junhui had already recovered, and ran to his grandfather clutching his crotch, glaring at Yang Hao with a ferocious expression: "You are the one who bullied, what's the matter, you don't accept it? Hold on!"

Whoa!
Suddenly, a large number of black suits, sunglasses, air duct headphones, heavy leather boots, and a standard three-piece high-end personal bodyguard suit rushed in from outside.

The little monk also ran in and winked at Yang Hao to ask for credit.

It turned out that Yang Hao had made a secret gesture to Xingji as early as when Qiao Baichuan was throwing a cup, asking him to call for someone outside.

The men in black suits rushed to Yang Hao like a whirlwind, and protected him in the middle. The strong man in the lead asked respectfully, "Mr. Yang, are you alright?"

Yang Hao smiled: "It's okay, you just stop these people, and I will handle the rest by myself."

The strong man hesitated for a second, then chose to obey Yang Hao's order.

He was Wang Xiaohu's captain when he was in the Special Forces, he is an old man, and he knows that this job is not easy to come by.

The annual salary starts at [-] yuan, all kinds of benefits are available, and the usual job is so easy, where can I find such a good job!

Moreover, Wang Xiaohu also hinted to him that Yang Hao had a very close relationship with Tiger Security, and that he and others could get this job thanks to Yang Hao's introduction.

So he waved his hand, and the former special forces rushed forward, easily crushing Qiao Baichuan's disciples, and forced them back to the right side of the hall.

The complexions of Qiao Baichuan and Qiao Junhui's grandfather and grandson turned black in an instant.

"Damn it, didn't you say that this kid is just a bastard with no background, why did he bring so many bodyguards with him when he went out, this... this fucking rhythm is wrong!"

The two were puzzled, and vaguely felt that this time, they might have been tricked by a madman.

Yang Hao came over at this time, and asked Qiao Junhui with a smile: "Hehe, I'm the one who bullied you? Don't accept it? Then you don't accept it now?"

He felt secretly refreshed, and thought: Why did you build Tiger Security?Why do you have to throw millions of money into it?Isn't it just to deal with this kind of scene?
If you have to fight by yourself for everything, wouldn't he be too cheap?
Like now, with an understatement, a large number of subordinates rush to crush the enemy. This is the winner in life, hahaha!

Yang Hao was happy, but the grandfather and grandson of the Qiao family were very, very upset.

Qiao Junhui was young and energetic, and impulsively said: "I don't accept it! I don't accept it! There are too many people bullying the few people, what's the skill? If there is a feeling that the two of us will fight one-on-one, do you dare?"

Puff!

As soon as he said this, Yang Xiaohuan and the others couldn't help laughing, thinking that this guy is shameless enough, and just now it was 'you are the one who bullied'.

Now that the situation is reversed, it immediately becomes "what's the skill", which is really a good material to be a spokesperson.

Yang Hao also laughed, and pointed his thumb back, pointing to his bodyguards: "Hehe, now you want to fight one-on-one? It's too late!"

"Let me tell you, a one-on-one fight means you pick a group of them one by one, and a group fight means that a group of them beats you one by one. Do you understand? I don't care if you accept it or not? If you don't accept it, hold on!"

"You! You're so fucking deceiving, I'm going to fight you!" Qiao Junhui's nose was so angry that his blood was so hot that he really wanted to rush upwards.

"Junhui! Calm down, stand behind first, without my permission, you are not allowed to speak anymore!"

Qiao Baichuan still has a city mansion, and he doesn't want to suffer immediate losses.

After yelling at his grandson, he looked at Yang Hao and said sullenly, "My friend, although Junhui did something wrong, it was because you bullied his friend first. Now you haven't suffered any disadvantages, so let's all retire." One step, is it better to settle enemies than to end them, how about it?"

Yang Hao just laughed: "Hehe, it's you who say it's black, and it's you who say it's white. Why do I feel like you two are talking like farting?"

Puff!

This time even Prince Ma joined the snickering team.

Qiao Baichuan had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and his eyes widened angrily: "Boy, I can warn you responsibly, don't go too far!"

Seeing that the situation was about to collapse completely, Wan Zulong came back after urinating 'just right'.

The old fox yelled from a long distance: "Oh, what's the matter, how did it become such a tense situation in just one pee?"

He walked over quickly, smoothing things over and saying: "Old Qiao, Xiao Yang, misunderstanding, this must be a misunderstanding, just give me face and stop making trouble, okay?"

Qiao Baichuan hurriedly borrowed the slope to get off the donkey: "Of course I will give Brother Long's face, but I'm afraid that some people don't know what to do!"

Yang Hao shrugged: "Boring, is it interesting to talk? Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, let Vietnam wash, cut, blow and sing first, so that this kid won't run away again."

Wan Zulong looked confused: "Vietnamese washing, cutting and blowing? Singing?"

Yang Hao thought for a while, and simply told the story of the madman betting with him last time.

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat. I reckoned that if I lost at that time, this kid would definitely not be merciful. He would 100% let me kneel down and sing "Conquer"."

Yang Hao snorted coldly: "Hmph, so since I met him today, of course I can't let him go lightly, right?"

"Uh, I'm willing to gamble and admit defeat. There's nothing wrong with that, but... ahem, that picture is too beautiful. I don't have a good heart, so I won't watch it."

The corners of Wan Zulong's mouth twitched, after thinking about it, he decided to urinate: "Well, I just happen to take another piss, you can do it yourself, don't wait for me."

A moment later, a weeping singing sounded from Shuiyue Xuan.

"Being conquered by you like this, cutting off all escape routes, my mood is firm, and my decision is muddled... Woohoo!"

The picture was so beautiful, Yang Hao insisted on listening to this sentence, and hurriedly let the madman go.

The madman covered his face as if he had been pardoned, and ran out of Shuiyuexuan crying.

The passers-by outside saw this scene, they couldn't help but look at each other, and couldn't help thinking: Fuck, did this handsome guy with long legs get raped inside? Otherwise, why would he cry so heartbreakingly, and even twisted and twisted? Twisted!
　Thank you いしがかり々, no one understands me, and the memory℡ can't return to the original memory for the reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)