"Where are the super, super S-class VIPs?"
The middle-aged man was out of breath, and his big red gums were exposed when he spoke.
Ye Hong didn't speak, just looked at this person silently.
"Huh?"
The middle-aged man's small eyes scanned Ye Hong and Ding Zhao back and forth several times, and he kept looking into Ye Jue behind them, but no other figures were found.
"Are you just the two of us?"
he asked again doubtfully.
"Who are you?"
Ye Hong asked expressionlessly.
The middle-aged man did not answer Ye Hong's question. He just looked at the flying robot in the sky and muttered silently: "Strange, could it be that the identity robot has malfunctioned?"
But at this moment, Ding Zhao could no longer restrain his anger and asked angrily: "Are you the director of your factory
Why did I fire my dad but not give him corresponding compensation? "
The middle-aged man said impatiently: "Who are you, kid
I have fired so many people, which company do you belong to? "
Ding Zhao clenched his fists tightly and said in a deep voice: "My father's name is Ding Qianhai!"
"Oh, it's the disabled guy."
The middle-aged man said lazily: "His handwriting is inherently inconvenient, and coupled with his stubborn brain, he cannot learn the advanced technology of our factory. If we don't eliminate him, who will we eliminate?"
"Even so, you still have to pay compensation, right?!"
Ding Zhao asked angrily.
"Compensation?" The middle-aged man smiled coldly and dug his ears disdainfully, "What is that? Why have I never heard of it."
"You bastard, you must have withheld my father's compensation!"
Ding Zhao could no longer hold back his anger and punched the middle-aged man in the face with his fist.
The middle-aged man did not expect that Ding Zhao would hit him at will. His fat body could not avoid it, and he received a solid punch from Ding Zhao on his left eye.
"Ouch!"
The man covered his painful panda eyes and gritted his teeth: "You little bastard, you dare to hit me, you are dead!"
As he spoke, he waved behind him.
Among the ten trucks, the originally closed rear compartment of one suddenly opened.
A mechanical body about two meters tall appeared in the carriage.
This mechanical body is roughly human-shaped, and its whole body is covered with black metal mecha.
A black sword over one meter long extended from its hand.
"Huh?"
When Ye Hong saw this robot, a strange look flashed in his eyes.
At the same time, the middle-aged man pointed at Ding Zhao: "Yejia No. 2, teach this kid a lesson!"
Following his instructions, the robot immediately opened a pair of emotionless red mechanical eyes.
Immediately, he stepped on the carriage with his feet and was instantly launched into the air as if a rocket had been installed, jumping towards Ding Zhao's position.
The distance of more than ten meters was actually shortened by it in an instant.
The hand that wasn't holding the knife suddenly opened and grabbed Ding Zhao fiercely.
Ding Zhao had already been frightened by the ferocious robot and stood still on the spot, forgetting to even escape.
Ye Hong grabbed Ding Zhao and threw him aside, then he punched the robot in mid-air.
"court death!"
The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile mockingly when he saw that Ye Hong actually used his flesh and blood body to compete with the robot's mechanical fist.
But the next second, this smile condensed on his face.
I saw that the fists that Ye Hong and the robot wanted to touch turned out to be like steel bones. Not only were they not defeated, but they struck with violent violence, sending the robot flying in mid-air.
With a "bang", the robot slammed back into the carriage.
The man turned back and looked at the robot's landing figure in horror. When he was about to turn his head back, he heard a death-like voice coming from his ear.
"Who gave you this robot?"
(End of chapter)