[Chapter 37 Bao Yi Dao]
The toilet is at the end of the corridor on the second floor. As soon as Zhang Ziran rushed into the toilet, he saw his attendant Xie Hui being stepped on the toilet floor by two young people.
At this moment, a figure scraped past them.
Then, there was a “bang, bang, bang” sound and screams from the toilet.
Within thirty seconds, the gangsters were all knocked to the ground, groaning in pain.
The two boys woke up like a dream, and rushed to Zhang Ziran’s side, as if showing loyalty and asked, “Young Master Zhang, are you alright?”
“I’m fine, you help Xie Hui up first.”
The two hurried to help Xie Hui, and they were a little uneasy in their hearts. They didn’t know if they hesitated and didn’t rush up just now, whether they were seen by Zhang Ziran. Thinking of this, they regretted it in their hearts.
At this moment, Xie Hui looked very embarrassed, his bruised face was covered with foul-smelling urine, and there was even a lot on his head and body.
“Wipe it.” Song Yan took out a pack of tissues and handed it to Xie Hui.
“Thank you.” Xie Hui said gratefully, but his eyes swept across a group of gangsters on the ground, but his eyes were full of hatred.
“Brother Yan, what do you think should be done with this group of people?”
Song Yan did not answer, but looked at Xie Hui and said, “What do you want to do?”
“A tooth for a tooth!”
Zhang Ziran shouted angrily, kicking Huang Mao violently, Xie Hui also rushed out, and touched the other gangsters on the ground, but the other boy stood there and didn’t move, looking a little embarrassed.
Seeing that the two of them were almost venting, Song Yan stopped them.
“Let’s go, Brother Yan, let’s continue drinking!” Zhang Ziran waved. Although he vented his anger, he still felt depressed because of Wang Yuan’s departure.
“Let Ah Hui go back to wash first, and drink it next time.” Song Yan said.
Xie Hui waved his hand disapprovingly, then walked to the faucet, took off his shirt and washed the urine off his body, and said to Song Yan, “It’s alright, let’s continue drinking.”
When he returned to the box, Zhang naturally began to drink violently, but Song Yan remained silent and did not drink much.
“boom!”
The box door was kicked open. Then, a fat young man in his 30s, wearing a floral shirt, about 1.6 meters tall, with a fat body, walked into the box with the support of a group of gangsters.
There were at least a lot of people coming, and after filling the box, a few stood outside the door.
The young fat man had a naive smile on his face and looked very peaceful.
As soon as there were so many people, even if they knew that Song Yan could fight, but so many people still brought weapons, can they fight?
For a while, there was a lot of worry in his heart, and he wanted to stand up subconsciously. I don’t know if it was because of fear or because he drank too much. He just stood up halfway and fell back down.
As for Xie Hui and another boy, seeing so many gangsters all at once, they all felt chills in their hearts, and most of the wine was awake, but Song Yan was relatively calm, half-squinted his eyes, and slowly swept over the group of people. When passing someone, he stayed a little longer.
“Yellow hair, come in.”
The young fat man shouted, and then, a man with a bandage on his head squeezed in through the door. It was the yellow hair who had been opened by Zhang in the toilet before.
“Is it these boys?” the young fat man asked.
“Boss, it’s these boys.” Huang Mao said while bending his waist.
“Snapped!”
The young fat man slapped Huang Mao’s face and scolded: “It’s really useless, a group of people was actually cleaned up by a few brats.”
Huang Mao, who was slapped, dared not speak, but nodded in agreement.
But immediately, the young fat man changed his words: “But you Huangmao is the one under my Bao Yidao hands. If you hit you, you hit me. Now, go and hit them back one by one!”
“I provoked this. What is coming at me!” Xie Hui stood up staggeringly and shouted at the young fat man. Although his expression was panic, his eyes were extraordinarily firm.
“My father is Zhang Tianyang, who of you dares to touch me, my father can’t spare you!” Zhang Ziran stood up with his hands on the table and shouted.
“It turned out to be President Zhang’s son. I’m lucky to meet you.” Bao Yidao seemed a little surprised and extended his hand to Zhang Tianran.
“Since you know my dad, let’s just forget about it!” Zhang Naturally waved his hand proudly.
“Snapped!”
A loud slap sounded.
Zhang Ziran was stunned, covered his cheeks, and looked at Bao Yidao in confusion: “Why did you beat me?”
The other party laughed disdainfully and said, “Little Pussy is really ignorant. Even if your father sees me, you will still call me Bao Ye, you are a chicken feather!”
“Hahaha.”
The gangster behind him burst into laughter.
“Huang Mao, don’t do it yet!” Fatty shouted to Huang Mao.
“Yes, boss.”
“Boss, wait.”
A voice came from the crowd, and then Xie Kun walked out of the crowd. He only recently joined Bao Yidao.
“It’s A Kun, what’s the matter?” Bao Yidao asked kindly.
“Boss, I have an unkind request, can you spare him, I have some friendship with him.” Xie Kun pointed at Song Yan and said.
“Haha, I think it’s something, it’s fine, since you have spoken, A Kun, I will definitely give this face.” Bao Yidao smiled, but Song Yan found a fierce light flashing in his eyes, obviously dissatisfied with Xie Kun coming out He pleaded for mercy, but he agreed immediately, showing that the other party was a person with deep scheming.
“Thank you boss.” Xie Kun quickly said gratefully.
Then, Xie Kun said to Song Yan again: “Our boss is kind, forgive you, you can leave quickly.”
But what surprised Xie Kun was that Song Yan shook his head with a smile, then stood up and said to Xie Kun, “Massing society is a career with no future. I advise you to change careers.”
When Xie Kun heard this, he couldn’t help laughing angrily. I kindly pleaded for you, but you actually made a mockery of me.
“Akun, you’re a very interesting little kid. You haven’t even grown your hair yet, but you’re old-fashioned when you talk.” Bao Yidao’s eyes narrowed into slits.
Xie Kun was shocked, knowing that Bao Yidao squinted his eyes, which is a sign of anger, and quickly said: “Boss, he is young and ignorant, you don’t care about him.”
At this moment, Song Yan’s voice sounded again: “It doesn’t matter if my hair grows evenly, sooner or later, but stunted growth is not enough. No matter how much I eat, it may not be able to grow taller.”
As soon as these words came out, Xie Kun’s face changed greatly, and Bao Yidao’s eyes shot a fierce light. He hated others to talk about his height.
