Chapter 430 Young man, I'll give you another chance
Chapter 430 Young man, I'll give you another chance
Dozens of young men in white suits with three stars on their bodies rushed in with weapons.
Zheng Liubi immediately straightened his back: "Hack them to death!!!"
Aohou——
There was no need for Ye Xing to intervene. The naughty Yinbao was invulnerable to swords and guns and easily knocked down the gang. It didn't kill them, but just slapped them and almost broke their bodies.
Zheng Liubi was dumbfounded. Is a pet dog so awesome?
"Don't say I don't give the ugly guy a chance. I'll give you another chance. If you fail, you have to add another 100 million."
Seeing Zheng Liubi with a wet crotch, Ye Xing was in no mood to eat anymore. He snapped his fingers and asked the waiter to pack up all the dishes that had not been served.
"Ha, have you transferred the money?"
"Almost, there is a delay at the bank, ten minutes at most."
Wang Ou obviously wanted to delay it a little longer.
Ye Xing saw through it but didn't say anything. If you want to show off, you have to show off from beginning to end.
......
"What? The young master was beaten? Who is so bold!"
"It seems to be a foreign anchor. The other party should be a tall player. He has knocked down dozens of people."
"Tall player? Do we need tall players in Samsung?"
"Let's go and meet that tall guy!"
The Samsung Gang was stunned after receiving Zheng Liubi's call for help. They never thought that someone would dare to provoke their grand master in this place. They are so tired of living.
The three hall masters led the team personally, each with a hundred elites, and rushed to the Royal Capital Hotel.
When they broke into the room, they were shocked by the scene in front of them.
Papapapapa——
Twenty-something people knelt in a row in the huge box, clapping in a very rhythmic manner.
Among them were Sanxing Taiye and Wang Ou.
Looking forward, it turned out that Ye Xingsan was singing karaoke.
Arrogant!
Too arrogant!
But the singing was not bad, which made me want to give a five-star praise.
The members of the Three Stars Gang rushed into the box, and the three hall masters said an old-fashioned opening line: "You crazy people, tell me your names!"
"I am Zhao Long from the family village!" Just after the song was finished, Ye Xing turned around and laughed: "There are not even 500 people. Your Three Stars Gang is too weak, right?"
"Stop talking nonsense, Zhao Long, right? If you offend Three Stars, you will be a dead insect immediately!"
The three hall masters can also release their original energy at a high level. They felt an elusive breath from Ye Xing and Butterfly Dance, and they were suspicious. They suspected that they were the masters of a big family, so they asked about their identities, but the other party's tone was too arrogant. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot defeat a snake with a weak head. Since it was on their plate, even if the other party was not small, what did it matter? The Samsung Gang has been around for so many years and has a strong foundation. They are not easy to mess with!
With this thought, they moved.
"Storm Airflow Slash!!!"
Ye Xing's original energy burst out, using the microphone as a medium to slash a powerful blow. In the crowded space, a vortex-like airflow was generated to make these people lose their balance. They either collided with each other or were rushed against the wall, injured their bones, and lost their combat effectiveness in an instant. Only the three hall masters gritted their teeth and resisted, with blood oozing from the corners of their mouths and pale faces.
Horrible!
Too horrible!
If this handsome man had just used a knife instead of a microphone, the consequences would be disastrous.
No wonder he dared to be so arrogant, he has the capital.
With such momentum and power, he must be at least a high-level master!
Young masters are extremely rare in the world!
I can't afford to provoke you, I can't afford to provoke you!
The three hall masters exchanged glances and seemed to have made a decision in their hearts.
"Uh, what, my wife is going to give birth to her eighth child? Okay, I'll come right away!"
"Ah! My son died? How many died? All 18 died? Hey, isn't this an old man sending off his young son with his white hair!"
"Speak slowly, did Azhen really cheat?!"
The three hall masters picked up the phone in tacit understanding, cried or shouted in a serious manner, and then ran away quickly.
No matter what kind of grandfather he is, he is not his own son after all, just show your respect, there is no need to fight for it.
"Young man, I gave you a chance but you are useless. I can give you another chance to shout, and if you can't do it, then add another 100 million."
Ye Xing stretched out the third finger.
Zheng Liubi gritted his teeth and made a video call to the leader of the Samsung Gang, his father Zheng Goudiao.
