Meng Xun didn't dare to be sure: "It's not necessarily the Qing Gang, but I feel that this possibility is relatively greater."

"If the Qing Gang really interfered, it would really make me look at it with admiration. To prevent the night from being too long, I will definitely have to fight quickly." Xie Wendong put his left hand in his pocket and strolled in the garden.

"Brother Dong said so." Meng Xun said in a deep voice.

Xie Wendong looked up at the sky and looked at the sky and the bright lights and wine around him, and sighed: "I hope that next time, I won't be in trouble."

At this moment, a sudden noise came into Xie Wendong's ears. Xie Wendong followed the sound and saw more than ten men standing in front of a karaoke hall not far from the street at the right side. These people formed a circle and laughed at a person lying on the ground in the circle. From time to time, someone even kicked them up. Next to him, there was a fancy dressed young man standing. The young man hugged a woman in an exposed dress, with a smug smile on his face.

"...You are so stupid, you dare to compete with our boss for women. You really don't know how to do that."

"...Your salary is just yours, I can't even afford a bag. What capital does it have to pursue someone else's Nozawa Xiaojie, a poor man."

"…It seems that you dare to come, you dare to come, beat you to death, beat you to death..."

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The man was beaten to the point of blood, but he still shouted miserably: "Nozawa, have you really forgotten our five-year relationship? Have you ever said that you should follow me for the rest of your life, why should you treat me like this, why should you go with this man? Is it because he has money, is it because he has a car and a house, he is a playboy and will not be nice to you all your life..."

The man begged hard, and every word was crying. However, the woman in the exposed clothes at the scene was indifferent, as if she had never heard it. After a long time, she said mercilessly: "Taro, go, I'll be with you and I won't get happiness. You can't even support your salary yourself, so what else can I use to support me for five years? I'm tired of it, too. We have broken up, so don't come to me again in the future."

The young man in bright clothes couldn't help but stir up the flames and said, "Poor, get out of here, don't delay my good things. I have already opened a room in the Imperial Hotel opposite, and I will take Nozawa to a home run soon. When we finish the business, I am going to buy Nozawa a bag. A bag costs 500,000 yuan. You poor man can't afford one for a few months' salary..."

"No, don't go with him...Nozawa, don't go with him..." The Japanese man shouted heart-wrenchingly, his voice hoarsely.

Because they used Japanese conversations, Xie Wendong didn't know what they were saying. But when he saw more than ten people surrounding him and the man screamed so miserably, he couldn't help feeling pity. He thought that he was bullied like this and had no power to fight back. Seeing this person, Xie Wendong couldn't help but think of himself back then.

He turned his head and asked Meng Xun next to him: "Xiao Xun, what are you talking about?"

Meng Xun listened carefully for a while, and then replied: "Brother Dong, it seems to be a poor boy. Because he has no money, his girlfriend ran away with a rich young man. The poor boy was begging, but the woman didn't seem to appreciate it. Alas, the friendship is three thousand, not as good as a luxury car. Brother Dong wants to help him."

Xie Wendong shook his head: "If there are too many such things in the world, I can't help you."

He said this, but his steps were heading towards the nightclub ahead. The group slowly walked closer and watched the next move of these people.

I saw the brightly dressed young man pulled out a stack of 100 yuan banknotes from his wallet, squatted down and hit the man on the ground with the banknotes, shouting: "Nozawa said, if you can afford a limited edition leather bag for her, she might be able to change her mind. Don't you have no money? I can lend you money. Go and pick up the stack of banknotes, and pick it up and it will be yours."

After saying that, he threw the stack of banknotes for a long distance. Then, as soon as he gestured, the people around him laughed and stopped fighting against the man.

The man was stunned for a moment and crawled towards the banknotes without saying a word. Unexpectedly, he was about to touch the stack of banknotes, and a big leather shoe stepped on his head. The man in bright clothes smiled madly and said, "Hahaha, the poor man is so obedient. If you want to pick up money, call grandpa and listen to it."

"You..." The man on the ground finally let out a muffled roar.

Perhaps it was also felt that the man in good clothes was a little too much. The woman named Nozawa couldn't help but come to the young man, pulled his sleeve, and whispered: "Aso-kun, forget it, he has learned a lesson, let him go."

This was a very normal advice, but I didn't know that it seemed to be the glamorous man, but the woman was still feeling for the poor. With jealousy, he pushed the woman hard: "choubiaozi, get out of here. Brothers, beat me again, if you beat me to death, I will be mine." The brightly dressed man pointed his hand at the person under his feet, and then more than a dozen people rushed up again, surrounding the man and beating him violently.

"It's too much." Xiong Zhangqing looked at it and said angrily, then looked at Xie Wendong with anticipation: "Brother Dong, let's help him."

Xie Wendong couldn't stand it anymore. It was really angering that more than a dozen people humiliated one. He hesitated for a moment, then snapped his fingers.

Seeing this, Xiong Zhangqing couldn't wait to rush forward. He took two steps at a time and quickly ran to the front, without even giving a greeting, and a palm was placed on one person's back.

With a palm down, the man immediately screamed, then flew a meter away to the side, and finally fell heavily to the ground. Without waiting for the others to react, Xiong Zhangqing had already shot his left and right, and in a blink of an eye, knocking three or four thugs to the ground. These people either broke their hands or their feet, and screamed endlessly.

Unexpectedly, this poor man actually found a helper. He was such a powerful person. The well-dressed young man was so scared that he took several steps back. He was stunned: "Who are you? You dare to meddle in other people's business. Do you know who I am? I am the nephew of the director of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department..."

Before he could finish his words, Ju Bo had already stepped forward and punched the words he had not said back into his stomach, breaking several front teeth.

"What a bullshit to say is so annoying." Ju Bo muttered and kicked the person in front of him away.
Chapter completed!