243  Scum

Seeing that the group of people were all wearing suits and ties, although none of them were wearing police uniforms, they actually dared to be so aggressive in the public security bureau. Weng Quanguang thought: "Who is it? Is it the reporters who are so embarrassed? Why are the reporters coming to the third floor where the birds are not shit?"

Then he looked up at the stairs in the middle, and Weng Quanguang was so scared that he was scattered - that person turned out to be Zheng Abao

Zheng Abao had a dozen people, and they came out from somewhere. Anyway, they rushed from the second floor to the third floor, and surrounded the lonely Weng Quanguang in front of the stairs and ruler fence.

Watching them running up the stairs one by one, glaring at themselves, Weng Quanguang could only retreat in amazement, until he pressed against the curved railings behind his waist and stopped and had no choice but to retreat. Behind him was the empty second-floor stair entrance.

At this time, more than a dozen people came up, surrounding Weng Quanguang, who had no way to retreat. Zheng Abao stood in front of Weng Quanguang with a ferocious face, with his suit open, and his hands crossed his waist and glared at the other party.

I looked at the group of people in shock and found that they were all very good-looking, not even a native of Longchuan, and they were dressed well. There was a shiny silver watch chain in front of me, probably a member of the arms company.

He was shocked and thought that the other party was going to beat him up. After a moment of frightening, he remembered who he was, who he was, and what he was doing. Weng Quanguang's heart finally calmed down.

Anyway, the other party is all brothers' arms. Zheng Abao, who is the leader, has a status of one in the sky and one underground. One is a well-known businessman in the entire empire, and the other is the boss of a small county town. Even though he had fought in the yamen, it was obvious that Zheng Abao was crazy by Wang Yu's family that time, and he wanted to beat his subordinates and his group stopped him, so he started fighting. Who usually heard that Master Bao beat someone?

Such a wealthy person would not beat him up in groups, right?

What's more, this is in the Public Security Bureau building.

It should be just to find Ou Xingsun, but he actually met. Weng Quanguang thought silently in his heart. He grinned at Master Bao who was standing straight at him, leaned the civilized stick in his hand against the railing, took a step forward, left the back of his waist, bowed his waist humbly to Master Bao, slowly clasped his fists in an old-fashioned style, and smiled: "Master Bao, I didn't expect to meet him here. Why didn't you be busy with the election? Lucky to be lucky to be lucky to be lucky to be lucky to be lucky to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to be happy to

"Luckily, why are you doing when you come to the Public Security Bureau? Who asked you to come here?" Zheng Abao faced the other party's politeness, and still put his hands on his hips, like a little hooligan tossing the shop owner. He bared his teeth and roared like a provocative one. He also poked Weng Quanguang's mouth with his fingers extremely rudely, and poked the other party's bowing posture in a daze.

"I'm happy to go wherever I want to go, nothing to do with you, what do you mean? Are you the emperor?" Weng Quan cursed in his belly, and his muscles twitched. But he still didn't dare to get angry.

First: Song Dongsheng made an angry official because he was arrogant and looked for face in the yamen. He slapped him in the face. After returning, he kicked him countless times, indicating that Zheng Abao and the emperor's grace are a life-and-death grace. If you don't provoke him, he will come to you. Don't make trouble for nothing. Give the other party any excuses. The pig is a ready-made example. No matter what provocation the other party is, you must endure it. Forget about being a gangster, just think of yourself as a shoe shiner. Only by suffering through the election will you become a good person.

Second: Weng Quan is just a black boss, and knows what the identity of Zheng Abao is and how terrible the power is. Even if Song Dongsheng doesn't mention his face, even if Zheng Abao spits on his face, he will spit himself; because most of the hooligans who truly promote the heroic spirit are dead or disabled, and the hooligans who can survive are all people. You must learn to observe words and bully the weak and fear the strong to become bigger in this industry. Otherwise, if you don't look at people, you will be angry with a young man because of a good mood. He can destroy you with a 5-yuan bird gun. He must bully the weak and fear the strong for the rest of his life. He must bully the weak and fear the strong, and how hard Zheng Abao is, he knows how strong Zheng Abao is. For him, he just has to be tolerant. If he has his left face, he will stick his right face. At worst, he can find a soft persimmon when he goes home and slaps him dozens of times to relieve his mood.

Third: Weng Quanguang is not a young man. Even a 7-year-old villain who blackmails a 7-year-old kid, knows what it means to be surrounded by more than a dozen people alone. This is not the time to show off, but to endure humiliation: if you slap in the face, you can slap in the face to relieve your hatred, and kick you out a few times. When you see that it is not good, you rush over and curl up and beat it up. It’s really a hero, and you deserve to be beaten to death. When Weng Quanguang was twelve years old, he understood it after being beaten by a group of monster kids in the neighboring village.

Of course, I never consider traditional internal magic fist. Weng Quanguang has long understood that although he has practiced the "Longchuan magic fist" for nearly twenty years, even if he is one-on-one, he may not be able to beat a young and strong guy like Zheng Abao. In fact, the so-called internal magic fist is just a comparison of who has stronger strength and his fist.

Therefore, although the other party was very rude, provocative, and very despised the law, Weng Quanguang still smiled and said patiently: "Of course I can come to the Public Security Bureau. This is part of the yamen. I have something to do. What is Mr. Bao doing here? Haha."

"What are you doing? Can you do it if you fuck your mother?" Zheng Abao replied with a grin and smiled.

This is a hooligan tone

Weng Quanguang was so angry that his whole body was trembling, but his whole body stopped after only trembling for a second. Weng Quanguang took a step back and said with a smile: "Young Master Bao is kidding, haha."

Weng Quanguang was laughing and retreating, but Zheng Abao stopped and grinned. He followed Weng Quanguang forward, still sticking to Weng Quanguang, but turned his head to shout to his subordinates: "Did you see this trash, I want to fuck him, he still laughs."

Seeing Zheng Abao's neck being sold to him without any defense, he could hit the bastard's neck with just one punch, but Weng Quanguang dared not. He endured the blood of being humiliated and gritted his teeth and smiled: "My mother has passed away and was taken to heaven by the Virgin Mary. Master Bao couldn't see her even if she wanted to see her."

Zheng Abao suddenly turned his face, reached out and poked the other party's mouth, shouting: "You scum, aren't you from the world? If you want to join your mother, you smile and call him grandpa? You run a secret prostitute yard? Are your father *master? How did you plant it?"

Weng Quanguang took a step back by the other party, and his waist was pressed against the railing again, his face red with anger. If Longchuan Xiaomin dared to say this, he would definitely be chopped into ròu sauce before feeding the fish. But the person who said this was not Xiaomin, but a monster who might be able to chop himself into ròu sauce. Weng Quanguang gritted his teeth and was sweating all over his head, and he really wanted to clench his fists and smash the messy nose in front of him.

But only one second of anger rushed, Weng Quanguang suddenly glared at his eyes. He suddenly understood what the other party's intention was: Zheng Abao actually came to him personally as the elder of the brothers, the president of arms, to hit him.

When striking, they are all the lowest-level garbage that is similar to the Beggars' Sect. For example, the old woman opens her arms and walks over to the rickshaw. After being wiped, she falls to the ground and asks for money; for example, the little hooligan has no money to eat, provokes people who look tough, and deliberately gets beaten up, and then lets her accomplices rush to find someone to ask for medical expenses;

Zheng Abao's words were extremely rude and he was insulting his parents when he came up, just to think that he would take action and deliberately sell his face to himself. If he could not suppress the anger of being humiliated, he would probably not have one of the people around him to take action, and would watch him beat his boss. Moreover, Zheng Abao would definitely deliberately let him be pressed under him, and would continue to insult him, and he would beat him crazy.

In this way, after he was beaten to the point of injury, his subordinates would call the sheriff to stop him, and Zheng Abao would use this as an excuse to sue himself and accus him of hurting others.

But those who do this are trash. The one who wants to do this to himself is the famous Master Bao.

Weng Quanguang glanced at Zheng Abao, his eyes full of surprise and sympathy: This election was so fierce that such a big man wanted to win by selling his face, and he was ready to be beaten up in front of his subordinates. He didn't plan to ask for any dignity or shame. This group of people were crazy.

But then I thought about it: This also shows that the other party has no killer move and cannot do anything to him at all. In his helplessness, he can only fight head-on.

Thinking of this, Weng Quanguang, who could not retreat, looked at Master Bao and laughed. He raised his hands and turned his head, and sold his xiong-mouthed belly to the other party without any restraint to make it possible for the other party to poke his fingers. He smiled and said, "Master Bao, you can just say it casually, I don't care. Haha, it's our honor to be able to like our parents."

After saying a word, he looked at the aggressive Zheng Abao and breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his body with disappointment. Weng Quanguang looked at the helpless Zheng Abao proudly, raised his hands and had no intention of letting go, so he kept this without any defense. He opened the posture of letting you beat him up. Weng Quanguang sneered gloatingly: "Master Bao, take your time, you can start scolding my ancestors eighth generation, and I listened with a smile. Now the eighth generation of ancestors and my own faces are not as important as those of the congressmen, right? Don't you, I don't want it either."

"Fuck you," Zheng Abao pointed at Weng Quan with anger and cursed.

"Hmph" Weng Quanguang raised his hands high and sneered.

However, when he said that, Zheng Abao was about to get a waist and looked under Weng Quanguang's body. Weng Quanguang was frightened and turned his head to look, but found that Zheng Abao had just bent down and took away the civilization stick he leaned against the railing.

"You don't have shamelessness, right? You have to." Holding the civilization stick in both hands, Zheng Abao sneered at Weng Quanguang, who was not sure about it.

"What does it mean?" Weng Quanguang, who raised his hands, turned his eyes, looking confused.

Zheng Abao glared at Weng Quanguang, turned around and threw the civilized stick in his hand to a bodyguard beside him, lifted his Western top hat and showed his hair, half-kneeled at the bodyguard, lowered his head and shouted: "Smash it quickly."

"What?" Weng Quanguang and the people around him were stunned and shouted in unison.

Zheng Abao Dantui knelt on the ground, holding a hat, raised his head and looked at the bodyguard who was terrified with a civilized stick, and roared in a low voice: "I asked you to hit my head and you must hit it quickly when you see blood. Do you still want to do it? Hurry up."

The bodyguard was stunned for three seconds, and confirmed from the boss's eyes that it was the bastard's intention. His intention was not to be disobeyed. He mustered up his courage. He plucked up his cheeks and trembled and smashed the crutch in his hand at Zheng Abao's head.

With a bang, Zheng Abao was smashed to the ground like a toad, but he immediately knelt straightened his body, mocked his head, found that it was not broken and he had bleeding, and he couldn't help but get furious. He raised his head and looked at the tall and big bodyguard and roared: "My uncle's surname is Zhang. Do you want to do it again and there is no blood. I will kill your quan family."

Weng Quanguang, who raised his hands, saw all this in his eyes and heard it in his ears. Seeing this scene, he could no longer help it. He withdrew his hand in horror and rushed forward, wanting to steal his civilization stick.

He wanted to beat Zheng Abao, maybe everyone was ordered and would not be able to do it, but he would not be able to grab the stick back; Zheng Abao, who was half kneeling on the ground, supported his stomach and pushed him away, shouting: "Pull open this egg"

Suddenly, all the brothers' arms rushed up and hugged Weng Quanguang with all his hands and feet. Weng Quanguang did not dare to hit people. That would definitely follow the other party's wishes and would fall into the other party's trap, so how could he get rid of so many people? He was immediately hugged and yelled desperately: "My surname is Zheng, I am not as shameless as you in the whole world."

Zheng Abaoyin glanced at him coldly, lowered his head, pointed at his brain, and ordered: "This time I hit you hard, otherwise you will..."

Before he finished speaking, his bodyguard had already rounded his arms and desperately opened the civilized stick to the powerful man's head.

The stick broke into two pieces at once. Before Zheng Abao finished speaking, he was knocked down on the floor of the third floor with a stick.

I didn't dare to use force last time, did I use force too much this time? The anxious bodyguard pushed away the half stick still swirling in the air with one hand, and knelt down next to Zheng Abao with a clear eye and hands, and helped him up, shouting in horror: "Boss, boss, aren't you dead? You won't die, are you?"

Zheng Abao opened his eyes in his arms, and could see that while enduring great pain, he immediately stretched out his hand and mocked his head. Before his hand slowly returned to his face, a group of brothers' arms had already surrounded him, jumping and jumping excitedly: "The boss has blood, blood, and his hands are full of all."

Zheng Abao breathed a sigh of relief, laughed strangely for a few times, struggled to get up, and a stream of blood had already flowed out of his brain, covering his right eye.

"Let him go." Zheng Abao stood up shakingly with his support, opened his eyes and looked at the blood in his hands, then looked at the stunned Weng Quanguang laughed proudly, shouting: "My surname is Weng, you beat me up with a disagreement and broke your stick on my head. You are simply a human being. I want to sue the official."

"Say your mom, you scumbag." Weng Quanguang jumped high with anger.

"Scum? You're dead anyway." Zheng Abao was so bloody that he couldn't bear to wipe it off. He had to cry to the reporters and officials for a while. It would be best if he was bleeding. So he let the blood cover one eye and pulled the upper part of the civilization stick out of the bodyguard's hand, throwing it under Weng Quan's barefoot like a demonstration, pointing at Weng Quanguang with a bloody finger and laughing proudly.

For a moment, Weng Quanguang felt a bucket of ice water poured down his head. The opposite account was too despicable and he was frightened and slandered. This was simply a beast. He was hypocritical. The well-dressed beast. Is the top Jingying of the Empire such a scum? He was even more hooligan than himself and was dirty.

The brothers' arms that sounded in his ears yelled: "Come on, Young Master Bao was beaten." These sounds awakened Weng Quanguang who was shocked and unable to think, Song Dongsheng, Shanzhu, Public Security Bureau Prison, and the silver dollars like rain falling between his fingers flashed through his mind like lightning. Only the picture flashed, no sound or thought, but it clearly told him where he was and the pressure and meaning it represented.

Weng Quanguang acted.

Zheng Abao was covering his head with a cracked headache and waiting for the sheriff to come over. Mengkeli, his subordinates shook his shoulders suddenly and shouted: "Boss, look at it."

He could feel the brother company members around him retreating one after another and raised his head. Zheng Abao was stunned.
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