Temptation of my Auntie

Wu Huchen finally knelt down. He promised that in addition to his aunt, Tao Yuanyuan would also be one of the people he had to protect. If he knelt down and begged for the safety of Tao Yuanyuan and Hu Feifei, even if there was only one ten thousandth chance, he would be willing!

"Ha ha ha!" Looking at Wu Huchen, who has been ignoring himself and has been in the limelight, he actually knelt down in front of him with a pleading face. Yang Qing looked up and laughed, "Wu Huchen, Wu Huchen, you are really a love! Hum, don't worry, as long as you don't resist, I won't hurt the garden!" After that, his eyes were cold and fierce: "if you have a little idea of resistance, don't blame me for destroying flowers."

"Yang Qing, one person does things and one person acts as a pawn. I just punched you. Today, I Wu Huchen will kill or cut you here, but please let them go!" Wu Huchen's face was firm and calm in the face of Yang Qing's ridicule.

Yang Qing picked it from the corner of his mouth and said with a Yin Jie smile, "don't worry, I'll let them go, but after I killed you! Ha ha ha!" Immediately, his face changed, he shouted angrily, and shouted to several frightened middle-aged people around him, "what are you doing? Beat me hard!"

Those middle-aged people are all the men of Yang Qing's father on the battlefield. This time, they were invited by Yang Qinghua's money. These guys say they are workers on the battlefield. In fact, they are some thugs they are looking for to prevent hooligans from making trouble outside.

Of course, these people say they are thugs. In fact, they don't have much ability. They just dare to attack harder than ordinary people.

Hearing the little Lord's words, the two middle-aged men looked at each other with iron bars in their hands and walked towards Wu Huchen in some fear.

Wu Huchen's previous blow to kill chachai left a deep impression on both of them, which was completely beyond the scope of human ability. One punch, just one punch, actually beat the lower body into mud, smashed the bones and even the muscle tissue of the lower body.

This is terrible!

But they don't have any survival skills. They usually rely on Yang Wenyu's men to make a living. It can be said that Yang Wenyu is their food and clothing parents. Now the young boss has spoken, and they both go to Wu Huchen.

"Grass, what are you... Looking at?"

One of the men with a fierce face didn't expect Wu Huchen to look at himself with a sneer. He was a person with low self-esteem. What he hated most was that others despised him. Although he was afraid of Wu Huchen, he still drank angrily.

Wu Huchen sneered at the corners of his mouth, looked at the two middle-aged men holding steel pipes and said, "Yang Qing, why don't you hit me yourself? You see, your two men are struggling to hold steel pipes, so don't embarrass them."

"* *, you fart!" The man with a ferocious face was angered by Wu Huchen's words. His hands rose and fell. The steel pipe made a "whirring" sound because the arc was drawn too quickly, followed by a "bang" sound.

Wu Huchen's eyes turned back and glared at the man. The man was so stared by Wu Huchen and hurriedly stepped back. Accidentally, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

He used all his strength with this stick. Wu Huchen was not a copper skin and iron bone. He was so hard at once, and a cut was made in his head. The gurgling blood flowed down his forehead to his eyebrows, and then down his nose to the corners of his mouth, but the cruel eyes never changed

The blood on his face not only did not soften him, on the contrary, it also aroused the fierce anger in his heart.

At the moment, Wu Huchen's face was weakly stained with red and some blackened blood. He seemed to feel no pain and let the blood flow. His fierce eyes stared at Yang Qing fiercely, and the corners of his mouth looked ferocious.

Wu Huchen looked very ferocious at the moment. In addition, the previous blow killed chachai, which caused an indelible shadow in the hearts of the two people. Even the previously fierce looking man who was strong in the outside and strong in the middle was scared and didn't dare to do it again.

As for the translator, he had long been killed by Wu Huchen's fist and sneaked out of the factory building to escape.

Guess who it is? The underground boxer is the master of ten consecutive victories, but in the face of this seemingly ordinary young man, he is not a general. It's really abnormal. He's just a little citizen who makes a living as a translator. He's a gentle man. He disdains to do such humiliating things, so he slipped away!

One died, another slipped away, and an interpreter frightened a fierce looking man, and another held a steel pipe, but seeing his legs swinging constantly, Yang Qing angrily scolded the waste in her heart!

"Come here and watch these two chicks for me. What a waste! I've cured this bastard chick. Where does he dare to fight back?" Yang Qing scolded as he walked. If it weren't for the lack of manpower, he would have been angry, but he also figured it out in his heart. After this thing was over, he asked his father to fire the two freeloaders.

After the middle-aged man cured Tao Yuanyuan and Hu Feifei, Yang Qing dared to walk towards Wu Huchen.

He smiled grimly, picked up the steel pipe thrown down by the ferocious man from the ground, rushed to Wu Huchen, and said, "Wu Huchen, if I don't kill you today, I won't be surnamed Yang!"

Yang Qing is determined to end Wu Huchen here. He is not stupid at all. He knows that he has completely offended Wu Huchen today. It will be either you or me.

He doesn't want to die, so the only person who can die is Wu Huchen!

The friction between the steel pipe and the air makes a whimpering sound, as if crying about something. Yang Qing looked coldly at Wu Huchen kneeling on the ground. He was full of pride. Wu Huchen, I caught your death. Today is your death!

"Not good!"

Suddenly, Yang Qing was surprised. He found that Wu Huchen with blood on his face raised his head and looked at himself. His face was stained with blood, which was very terrible. Now the corners of his mouth rose, and a pair of divine eyes looked at Yang Qing coldly, full of banter!

Why does he laugh? Isn't he afraid of me killing Tao Yuanyuan? Or he doesn't pay attention to Taoyuan at all?

Just for a moment, a series of problems all appeared in Yang Qing's mind, but he couldn't figure it out

"Bang..."

The steel pipe fell heavily and hit Wu Huchen, followed by a loud bang in the whole plant