Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

"What can't be dragged? Four old men can't drag such a smelly boy? Are you making me laugh?" The manager said unhappily, rolled up his sleeve and strode over: "get up, get up, I'll do it myself!"

"Are you the manager?" Wu Lai stood there motionless, staring at the man indifferently, and asked calmly.

"Yes, you boy, are you specially here to find fault with me? I'll refund you double the ticket price. What else do you want? It's said that young master Qiao has reserved the venue, can't you know better? When can't you play, but today!" The manager grabbed Wu Lai's hand and cursed there.

Then, he tried to drag Wu Lai with both hands, but... He was dumbfounded. He felt that his hands were about to break. As a result, the boy was still in place! He felt that this guy's body was like being filled with lead, at least a thousand pounds. No matter how he tried and tried, he couldn't make Wu Lai's body shake in the slightest.

"You see, manager, this boy is like a lump of lead, a little strange..." the security captain over there leaned close to his ear and whispered, looking at Wu Lai's eyes, there has been a little uneasy, this guy is too strange.

"I don't believe it. Even if you can drop a kilogram, give it to me. Give it to me!" With that, the manager shouted loudly, and everyone rushed up!

Surrounded by seven or eight people, Wu Lai's expression didn't change. These people tried to tease him here, but no matter how hard they tried, Wu Lai's body remained motionless.

"What's going on?" Master Qiao's face became a little ugly, but he spent a lot of money. Now he told him that he couldn't pack it. There were two people who didn't want to leave, even if they didn't want to leave. They were still so evil. A group of people couldn't make it up. With a gloomy face, he walked over and stared at Wu Lai.

He was about to open his mouth when he suddenly felt that Wu Lai's face seemed to have been seen somewhere, and he fell into meditation.

"Sorry, master Qiao, we'll fix it right away. Don't worry... Brothers, copy guys!" At the command of the manager, all the security guards have taken out their batons and are ready to greet Wu Lai.

"Are you really going to do this?" Wu Lai finally spoke.

"Smelly boy! Toast and don't drink! Are you afraid now? Tell you! It's too late! If you don't teach you a good lesson, you won't know how complicated this society is!" The manager was sneering with his hands on his hips, pointing to Wu Lai's white and tender face and yelling, "fight here!"

"Yes!" All the security guards responded, and without saying a word, all the batons were in their hands and fell on Wu Lai!

Nianbing silently shook her head on one side. She didn't sigh why these people wanted to ask for trouble, but felt that Wu Lai was too bad. Obviously, there was a faster solution, and she had to face these people with this forced appearance.

Just when the baton was about to fall on Wu Lai's face, Wu Lai put on a faint smile at the corners of his mouth. With this smile, young master Qiao over there seemed to find something. As soon as his face changed, he quickly shouted, "stop it! Stop it!"

"What's the matter, husband?" Qiao Shao's girlfriend looked at such a flustered Qiao Shao curiously and asked.