Abandoned Master's Cultivation

This is a very indecent, even a rogue action. Several men at the same table laughed happily.

The lame boss and his wife lifted the curtain and came in from the outside. "What's the matter? What's the matter?" the wife hurriedly asked.

Zhong Zhenzhen blushed and pointed to the man, "he... He insulted me."

"I touched your milk or pinched you. How did I insult you?" the inch man said shamelessly.

The rest laughed again.

The lame boss's face became cold and limped here, "shuaizi, they are my guests. They have something to rush them..."

An inch man stood up and pushed the lame boss. The lame boss fell to the ground.

The landlady exclaimed and hurriedly said, "Why are you still doing it? Don't do it."

"Shuaizi is also what you call, waste. Your name is Grandpa." the inch man had a sneer on his face, and then took out a punch from his suit pocket. This kind of thing like a ring has great lethality.

"You used to be a soldier. Get up and practice with me." the man said.

The man in the vest crossed his legs, smoked cigarettes and said, "good iron doesn't nail, good men don't serve as soldiers. This is a counsellor."

The proprietress went over and said, "handsome boy, we just counselled. You are the boss. Don't tell us whether you are right or not?"

Ma Jianan smiled, "yes." then he took out a document from his small bag, "sign!"

Jiang Wuchen glanced inadvertently and saw the words "demolition compensation agreement" written at the beginning.

The landlady said, "handsome boy, the price is not good. We have signed now. We can't even buy ten square meters in Qizhou. Besides, my son is ill and lives in this hospital. You don't know, this..."

Ma Jianan put the agreement away, with a black face and shaking legs, looking impatient.

The cuntou man turned his head and looked at Zhong Zhenzhen. "Little sister, are we playing again?" he said, reaching out to touch Zhong Zhenzhen's chest.

"Stop." the lame boss immediately got up from the ground.

Another cuntou man, who was already ready, smashed his fist with a fist stab at the lame boss. The fist was fierce and accurate, and hit the boss's cheek with a click.

Bang.

The lame boss was beaten to the ground, but he immediately stood up again, half his face blurred with blood and flesh.

The landlady screamed. She brought a black folding knife from somewhere. She held it in her cold swollen thick hand, and the other hand put her arms around the waistcoat man's neck. The knife gestured on his face, "paralyzed, I don't get angry. You think we're really counsellors. Who dares to move? I won't live. I'll die with the dog called Marshal Wei!"

Ma Jianan was very weak, and the boss's wife made a sudden move. He didn't respond well and was kidnapped.

Three cuntou men immediately surrounded them.

The lame boss took the opportunity of lightning, knocked over his shoulder, immediately lay on him, grabbed the wine bottle in the corner, snapped and opened it.

When he got up from the ground, the inch with a punch came again. The lame boss stepped back half a step, his hands moved forward at the same time, grabbed the man's wrist, then twisted his waist and turned his crotch, and a typical anti joint capture came.

But the lame boss was a little cruel. This time, he tried too hard to catch the man. He directly broke the man's joints and howled like a pig in pain.

Another inch reached out to move the folding chair behind him, but unexpectedly, he didn't pick it up. When he looked carefully, he found that Jiang Wuchen's feet were stepping on it.

"Paralyzed, legs up." the man scolded.

As soon as Jiang Wuchen's feet loosened, the man exerted too much force. With a pop, he fell on his back.

Before he got up, the lame boss put his hand around his neck, banged his fist, fell on his temple and fainted.

From the boss's simple moves, Jiang Wuchen can see that he has a good military background and is not as simple as a cook.

The waistcoat man's face changed, and the landlady's face also changed. Unexpectedly, the lame husband really moved his hand. There were three lying on the ground, two unconscious and one crying.

The dull landlady loosened her hand, and the vest man got up from the ground and ran out quickly, "you wait, paralyzed, you have to die!!"

Ma Jianan ran outside and didn't drive away. He took out his mobile phone to shake people. He shouted, "Hey, come here, Huazhong Avenue, the stall under Yuanshan hospital. Here is the dead lame. This dead lame dares to hit people."

The landlady looked at the bloody boss and trembled. Her voice cried, "what's the matter with you today? You're crazy."

The boss wiped the blood on his face. "It's much more comfortable."

"Mao!" the landlady scolded, "what's next? What do you say? It's big. Marshal Wei can't eat us."

"Just eat, what a big deal." the boss didn't think so.

"What about your son? Wait to die!"

The boss suddenly flashed a painful color on his face and said in his heart, if it can't be cured, it's better to die and get out early. Don't be my son in the afterlife. If you want to be a child like Marshal Wei, at least you don't need money.

The lame boss looked at Jiang Wuchen and others. "Are you okay? Are you scared? Something's wrong. Let's go and go from the back."

Jiang Wuchen said with a smile, "how many years have you retired?"

"Two years..."

"Fighting skills have declined." Jiang Wuchen said.

The lame boss's bitter foot, "it's all gone."

"Hehe, open-minded." Jiang Wuchen said, "this is because we provoked it. We're gone. How can you fix it? What's the character of Wei Dashuai?"

"Black astringent will," said the landlady.

"Hahaha." Jiang Wuchen laughed, "this kind of organization has long disappeared because of the fierce anti Mafia campaign these days."

"They work for the pangs."

Jiang Wuchen moved his finger, "Pang Zhiyun?"

"Who?" asked the landlady.

In Jiang Wuchen's mind, a middle-aged fat man with a righteous face appeared, but the fat man seemed just, but in fact he was full of obscenity and despicability.

When dozens of families in Qizhou besieged Jiang Wuchen, the Pang family had one.

"Nothing. Which Pang family are you talking about?"

"It's Xinlong real estate."

"Oh." Jiang Wuchen nodded and couldn't run. It was Pang Zhiyun.

"They have fixed their eyes on this land and are going to take it down to build a shopping mall. The price is not appropriate... They have not come to make trouble once or twice. Hey, don't say it. Let's go. What's the matter... It has nothing to do with you anyway." the landlady said, wiping her tears.

Jiang Wuchen said, "sister-in-law, did you bring the knife in your hand?"

The landlady was stunned and quickly put away the black folding knife.

The boss took it away. "This is mine!"