Under the moonlight, the drunk man carried the wine bottle and wandered around, all the way to the end of the splint.
"Sister Hou Nuo, I'm... scared." The long-haired beauty Jiajia looked at the drunk with some fear.
"Don't be afraid, so many of us, what are you afraid of?" Hou Nuo, a beautiful girl in short skirts, said with a cold face.
"Yes, Jiajia, don't be afraid, we will protect you." A second-generation curly hair came over with a cigar in his mouth.
"Hou Nuo, don't worry, Young Master Ben will also protect you."
The second generation of curly hair blew himself, a long hair hanging above his nostrils, his face was full of handsome smiles.
However, Hou Nuo remained cold, leaving only the second generation of Gao Leng, a graceful and enchanting back.
The second generation of curly hair was boring to ask, and felt a little angry. He turned and pointed at the drunk man and said, "Uncle, you are not welcome here, go away."
"Yes, go away."
"What's the matter, didn't you see our people from the South China Sea here? Donghai guys get fucked!"
Many of the second generations who were ignored by Hou Nuo had already been holding fire in their hearts, and they all broke out at this moment.
The drunk was dumbfounded, and after walking a few steps, he suddenly spit out with a second-generation curly hair.
"Rely on you Mabi! Give me a shot!" The second generation of curly hair was furious, pointing at the drunkard and yelled.
Wow!
The angry second generations untied their waist belts one by one, and directly put the drunk on the ground, punching and kicking.
"Don't beat people, it's not good." Jiajia was a little worried and couldn't help but persuade.
"Jiajia, don't worry about it, this kind of person deserves to be beaten to death." Hou Nuo looked disgusted.
After being beaten out of thin air, and another sea breeze, the drunk man suddenly woke up a few minutes.
With panda eyes, the drunk man got up from the ground and said cruelly, "You little shit boys, if you have the ability, don't leave, I can't kill you!"
Huh!
The second generation of curly hair, who had just changed his clothes, had just finished speaking. Shun held a wine bottle in his hand, and put it on the head of the drunk with a bang.
"Relying on Nima, this young man is a freshman from the South China Sea, so what are you?"
The second generation of curly hair triumphantly shouted sharply with a cigar in his mouth.
"How handsome."
"It's beautiful."
"Cool!"
"Master Zhao, handsome!"
The second generation burst into laughter, and all clapped their hands in applause.
Handsome!
Cool!
With a chic flick of his hair, the second-generation curly hair has nostrils upside down, making it more and more rustling.
Even the high-cold girl Hou Nuo has beautiful eyes and can't help but look at the second generation of curls.
Little girls like handsome guys these days, especially the kind of handsome guys.
The second generation of curly hair is rich, handsome, and strong, and naturally attracts the attention of many young girls.
Although Hou Nuo was cold, but at this moment, looking at the second generation of curly hair, it seemed to be different.
"You little kids, wait, I can't kill you!"
Huh!
However, it was the second-generation bottle of curly hair who responded to the drunk.
But this time the drunkard had learnt well, and after throwing down this cruel remark, he fled with a smoke.
Therefore, the second-generation wine bottle of Curly Hair finally fell on the ground and fell apart.
Hahahaha!
The second generation burst into laughter, and the laughter became more frantic.
However, when the second generation of curly hair was full of ambition, the sense of superiority burst to the extreme.
A discordant voice suddenly followed the wind: "Your catastrophe is coming, I advise you to leave as soon as possible."
Following the prestige, everyone's eyes converged on the other side of the splint.
Under the sea breeze and moonlight, Deng Jiuling, standing with his hand in his hand, appeared in front of everyone.
Although it was only a back view, Deng Jiuling was like a majestic mountain because he was a martial arts master, giving everyone a majestic feeling.
If there is a martial artist, you must know that Deng Jiuling is a master, and also a very powerful expert.
But this scene fell in the eyes of the second generation, and it became a pretense.
"Here is this trick again?" Hearing this, Hou Nuo, the beauty in short skirts, frowned slightly, eyes full of disgust.
In Hou Nuo's view, Deng Jiuling must have deliberately pretended to be cold, trying to attract his attention.
Not to mention, with so many men present, the most attracted Hou Nuo's attention was Deng Jiuling.
It's just that Hou Nuo has a high self-esteem, has always been arrogant, and never sees any man in his eyes.
Therefore, the more "cold" Deng Jiuling became, the more unhappy Hou Nuo felt.
Not only Hou Nuo, but there are many second generations present, it is also extremely uncomfortable.
The brothers finally got a chance, want to pretend to be forced in front of the girl, you shove!
grass!
In an instant, Zhao Long, the second generation of curly hair, was full of anger in his eyes.
"Boy, I, Zhao Long, carry the flag of Nanda University. What are you?" Zhao Long sneered.
"That's right, Zhao Long's grandfather, that is the boss of the Zhao family group, worth ten million, isn't it awesome?"
"We young masters, all millionaires, don't you?"
These second generations clamored one after another, and they reached the extreme.
millionaire
Dad who carried the flag in his freshman year, with a net worth of 10 million
Hearing this, Deng Jiuling had a black line on his face.
This... a lot of money
While speaking, the splint was trembling, and a group of bodyguards rushed back like flowing water.
"It's Shao Zhao's dad, Zhao Gang, President Zhao is here."
"I'm Cao, worthy of being a multi-millionaire, such a pomp."
Looking at this group of bodyguards who pulled the wind, the second generations were talking about it, and they all felt very powerful.
Cool!
Looking at his father Zhao Gang, who was getting closer, Zhao Long couldn't help but straighten his chest, his eyes full of grins.
Even the high-cold beauty Hou Nuo and the simple beauty Jiajia have bright eyes and look forward curiously.
"Sister Hou Nuo, these bodyguards don't seem to belong to Mr. Zhao?" Jiajia said suddenly.
"Hey. Why is Mr. Zhao with the person we beaten just now?" Hou Nuo's face changed slightly.
Not only the second daughter, but many second generations present saw a hideous face.
"That's bad." But after seeing the drunk clearly, Zhao Long's face turned green.
"Don't be afraid, Shao Zhao, Zhao is always a giant in the South China Sea. It's okay, just an apology."
"Yeah, look for Zhao Shao, you are not the big one, so let's fight with the guilty brother."
"There are so many of us, how can the uncle drop? Afraid of Mao!"
The second generations cheered up, which made Zhao Long better.
I just don't know why. At this moment, Mr. Zhao always feels that something is about to happen.
"That kid warned us that he wouldn't be caught by his crow's mouth?" Zhao Long thought secretly.
In deep thought, Mr. Zhao and the drunk, with a group of bodyguards, came over aggressively.
"Dad." Zhao Long said bitterly.
Snapped!
As soon as the voice fell, Mr. Zhao had already been slapped on Zhang Long's face.
"President You, I'm so sorry, I'm not sensible, I'll apologize for you." Mr. Zhao bowed to the drunk and said with a smile.
"Mom, it turns out that this brat boy is your son?"
It's okay for the drunk not to listen to this, but he was furious at hearing this and snapped his fingers.
Immediately someone came over with a case of beer.
Without a word, the drunk picked up a bottle of beer and smashed it on Zhao's head.
咣
After a beer bottle was smashed, Zhao's head was instantly bloody, and the scene was very scary.
However, Mr. Zhao did not blink his eyes or stop the bleeding. Instead, he continued to apologize to the drunkard: "You, the child is not sensible, you just want to vent to me, I'm sorry."
"Old Zhao, you are really good, then I will kill you today!"
The drunk snorted, picked up the second bottle of beer, and said with a sneer: "Your son is so bad, I will return it to you a hundred times!"
Huh!
Just after falling, the drunk man’s second bottle of beer has fallen on Mr. Zhao’s head.
"President You, please spare my son, please."
Huh!
As he spoke, Mr. Zhao was already kneeling on his knees, ignoring the blossoming of his head, and banging his head at the drunkard.
In this scene, all the second generations who watched were shocked.
"Sister Hou Nuo, I... scared." Jiajia was a little scared.
"Don't be afraid, this doesn't do our business." Hou Nuo said coldly, disdainfully.
"Dad, why do you kowtow to him? The big deal is that we lose money." Zhao Long said bitterly.
Huh!
As soon as the voice fell, the angry President Zhao had already smashed a beer bottle on Zhao Long's head.
"This is President You, a billionaire in the East China Sea. Do you really think that your father is really good?" Mr. Zhao said with a hatred of iron and steel.
"President You? Could it be the boss of this cruise ship?"
"God, did we beat the boss of'Donghai No. 1'just now?"
Those second generations all had weak legs, almost scared to pee.
The cost of each keel ship is more than 100 million, which is extremely luxurious.
Most of the tourists who can take the keel boat are the masters of not bad money, either rich or expensive.
Therefore, in order to hold the cruise ship's premises, it is natural to have a local snake in charge.
The sea route from the East China Sea to the South China Sea is full of glaciers, reefs, and pirates because of the great changes in weather.
Therefore, this section of the sea route is also called "Huangquan Road."
The ghost was always the pirate king on this sea road, but was later destroyed by Xu Canghai. He went to the bureau and drank tea for a few years.
After being released from prison, the ghost always changed his past, and contracted the keel boat of the Xu family in the East China Sea and transformed it into a luxury cruise ship.
Relying on his familiarity with the sea and his deterrence against pirates, it is very dangerous for others to take this sea route, but ghosts are always a shit.
In such a time, the ghosts are always mixed naturally, and they are very coaxing.
Such a powerhouse who eats both the dark and white planes, how can he compare to Mr. Zhao, a small boss with a net worth of less than ten million
Awesome!
so cool!
After listening to Mr. Zhao's explanation, all the second generations of Nanhai turned pale.
"President You, I... I was wrong, please spare me." Zhao Long knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes.
"President You, please spare my son, he is young and naive, please."
Bang bang bang!
Mr. Zhao kept kowtow, begging on his face.
"Uncle, although Zhao Long is at fault, but the crime is not dead, you can spare him once." Jiajia, a kind-hearted, long-haired beauty, couldn't help but persuade.
"Spare him?"
Hearing this, You always sneered and was about to scold him.
But when You Zong's gaze, inadvertently, fell on the beauty of the high-cold short skirt, Hou Nuo.
Suddenly, Mr. You's eyes lit up, and his eyes were full of squinting light.