The Reincarnated Goddess is Fierce

Deng Zhiqiang was still talking, Xia Xibei's eyes cold, kicked him in the stomach, kicked him out, and overwhelmed several chairs.

Deng Zhiqiang was dumbfounded, but before he could react, he saw Xia Xibe bullying him again, grabbing him from the ground, and hitting him in the stomach with a punch.

"what--!"

Deng Zhiqiang felt that his internal organs were about to shatter, and cold sweats appeared like torrential rain.

His mind was blank. When did Xia Xibe become so cruel?

He was one meter eight meters tall and he was the size of two Xia Xibei, but in front of Xia Xibei, he didn't have the slightest strength to fight back!

But what made him frightened was Xia Xibei's expression, so calm, as if what she was doing now could not cause her any mood swings.

——She really wants to kill him!

Deng Zhiqiang's hair stood upright, and he quickly begged for mercy, "I'll give you! I'll give you money! Don't fight!"

In response, Xia Xibe punched him in the stomach.

"what!"

"Sorry, inertia."

Xia Xibei threw him away, expressing an insincere apology on his face.

But, how dare Deng Zhiqiang say anything? He was dumbfounded.

Who would have thought that looking at the thin and weak girl should have such terrifying power!

Is she playing a pig and eating a tiger because she was so bullying before? !

Deng Zhiqiang got up from the ground, ran behind the counter and took out a wad of money, which was five thousand yuan.

Four thousand and five of them are Xia Xibe's wages for the previous three months, which he has kept with him.

Had it not been for a meal here, Xia Xibe might have starved to death.

Xia Xibe reached out his hand.

Looking at Xia Xibei's tender little hands, Deng Zhiqiang trembled. He wanted to draw five, but in the end he passed a wad of money.

Xia Xibe collected the money, and then went to the back kitchen to take away his belongings.

Not many things belong to her, just a cup and a towel.

Seeing a pot of meat rolling in the back kitchen, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

After Xia Xibei left, Deng Zhiqiang breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment he was annoyed.

He rubbed his aching chest, gritted his teeth, and showed a bitter look.

He must make this little **** pay the price!

He picked up the phone and started calling the police.

Soon, the police came.

"Comrade police, I was beaten!"

The police looked him up and down, and then wondered, "Where did you hit?"

"Here!"

Deng Zhiqiang pulled up his clothes, but no scar was visible.

He was stunned. How could there be no trace of Xia Xibei's effort just now?

"It must be an internal injury!" he said surely.

"If it is an internal injury, then you have to check the injury first," the policeman said.

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the police officers' phone rang, and his face changed when he heard the words on the other end.

"……okay, I get it."

Hanging up the phone, Deng Zhiqiang was about to say something, and he saw the police speak solemnly: "Someone reported that you are mixing poppy husks in your food!"

Poppy shell?

As soon as this word came out, Deng Zhiqiang's face suddenly changed, his face paled, and he stumbled: "No, it's impossible! I...we are all serious businessmen here!"

However, his reaction was so intense that the police could not see the problem.

"Is it true? We'll explain to you. However, if someone reports a report, we have to verify it. It just happens that we are here today, so let's start."

Deng Zhiqiang's face was paler and his mind was blank.

——It's over!