In Luo Qingqian's villa.
Luo Qingqian and Fan Zheng were sitting together and fiddling with their phones. Song Youhan sat there with a gloomy expression, staring at the two of them.
Ten minutes later, Song Youhan's WeChat rang.
"Brother Song, we're here! We're just waiting for someone to come out!"
Song Youhan smiled, and his eyes lit up.
Wei Yan was a well-known fighter in their circle. He had once defeated a Taekwondo black belt.
Usually, if someone offended them, Wei Yan would definitely be beaten up badly.
Initially, he was afraid that Fan Zheng would leave first because he had something to attend to. If that happened, his men would not be able to find Fan Zheng.
Now, the monk would be beaten up the moment he stepped out of the villa!
Coincidentally, Fan Zheng's stupid iPhone rang. Someone was calling.
Fan Zheng picked up the phone.
"Master Fan Zheng, it's me, Xiao Feng. I'm at your door, but you're not home.”
"Oh, I forgot. I asked you to come and get the old master's medicine this morning.”
Fan Zheng patted his bald head and remembered that he had asked Leng Yifeng to come over to get the medicine this morning.
"Master Fan Zheng, if it's not convenient for you, I'll come over when you're free.”
"It's fine. It's convenient. I'm not far away. Wait for me for a few minutes. I'll go back now.”
Fan Zheng hung up the phone and said to Luo Qingqian,""Qing Qian, I still have things to do, so I won't accompany you for now.”
"Fan Zheng, are you leaving?"
Luo Qingqian reluctantly pulled his hand."" I'll go back to work in a few days. Can you come with me and help me take a look at the film studio? I'm afraid there's also…"
Luo Qingqian didn't say anything, but Fan Zheng was well aware that Luo Qingqian might have something to do with the curse.
He squeezed his soft little hand.""Don't worry. When you go to work again, I'll go with you.”
Song Youhan, who was sitting next to him, received 10,000 points of critical damage!
F * ck, what did this affectionate atmosphere mean?
Luo Qingqian, don't tell me you've really gotten together with this monk!
Originally, Fan Zheng had left, and Song Youhan had taken this opportunity to accompany Luo Qingqian. But how could he still be in the mood to coax Luo Qingqian?
Damn it, I'm feeling bitter!
Her tears were about to flow into a river!
He had to immediately, immediately, immediately see this monk being tortured by him!
Only when he saw the monk get beaten black and blue and kneel down to beg for mercy could he calm down!
Thinking of Wei Yan and the others waiting outside the villa, Song Youhan's health bar recovered a little and he bade farewell to Luo Qingqian.
"Luo Qingqian, I'm leaving too.”
Luo Qingqian had been worried about how to chase Song Youhan away, so she immediately agreed and even sent him off enthusiastically.
After leaving Luo Qingqian's villa, Song Youhan quickly caught up to Fan Zheng.
"Monk, stop right there!"
Fan Zheng stopped in his tracks.”
"Little monk, why are you still pretending?" Song Youhan said with a ferocious expression. Where was the smug look he had in front of Luo Qingqian just now?
Let me tell you, I'm going to teach you a lesson today! Let's not talk about anything else today, I'll at least break all five of your limbs!”
After saying that, Song Youhan waved his hand. Several cars parked in the distance opened their doors at the same time, and more than ten people walked out.
Those people were either carrying baseball bats or arm-long blades as they walked towards Fan Zheng aggressively.
A few people who were going to work in the neighborhood were frightened when they saw this. They grabbed their bags and ran far away.
When Song Youhan saw that his men were here, his legs trembled and he said arrogantly,"Damn you! Monk, with Luo Qingqian around, I couldn't deal with you! Now that there's no one around, you can wash your neck and wait for death!”
Fan Zheng glanced at the dozens of lackeys surrounding him and said indifferently,""Amitabha. Patron Song, violence cannot solve the problem!”
"What, have you given in?" Song Youhan smiled proudly. The health bar that had been cleared earlier was almost back to normal.
"Let me tell you, little monk. Kneel down and admit your mistake, then swear to never get close to Luo Qingqian for the rest of your life.
Of course, the fifth limb had to be broken!”
While Song Youhan was speaking proudly, Wei Yan brought a dozen men and surrounded Fan Zheng.
"Brother Song, this monk dares to bully you? Watch this bro help you beat him up until he's seriously injured!”
"F * ck, Monk, do you know who Young Master Song is? How many people in Jianghai don't know our Young Master Song? You still dare to show off in front of him?"
"Someone dares to provoke Young Master Song? He's simply tired of living!"
"A poor monk actually dares to speak up in front of Young Master Song? Do you know who you've offended?”
……
Many of the people Wei Yan had found were the children of Song Youhan's father. They usually relied on the Song family for food. If there was a chance, they would naturally try their best to please him.
In addition, this little monk looked pretty and delicate. His lips were red and his teeth were white. It was obvious that he was easy to deal with. He had probably never fought with anyone before!
Any one of them could defeat him, let alone a dozen of them.
With so many lackeys sucking up to him, Song Youhan finally regained her face.
"Little monk, come over here and kneel down obediently and admit your mistake, and I won't break your legs!”
"Hahahaha…"
"That's right, hurry up and kneel down!"
"Beg for mercy obediently. Young Master Song might be soft-hearted and spare you!”
……
"Kneel? Apologize?" Fan Zheng shook his head." This Penniless Monk didn't do anything wrong. What's there to admit?"”
Song Youhan's pretty face instantly fell."Listen up, Luo Qingqian is mine! Get as far away as you can! Do you hear me?"
Fan Zheng narrowed his eyes, feeling extremely displeased. He didn't say anything, but Song Youhan still dared to bully him.
"Amitabha. Patron Song, are you sure you want to attack This Penniless Monk today?”
"What? I'm going to teach you a lesson today!”
Song Youhan raised his chin disdainfully and said to Wei Yan,""You guys go, break his arms and legs! I'll give 50,000 yuan to anyone who breaks one of his arms or legs!”
"It's good to follow Young Master Song. He's willing to pay 50,000 yuan!”
"The money earned this time is too easy!”
"Brother Wei, go!"
A group of lackeys walked towards Fan Zheng with sinister smiles on their faces.
"Don't fight with me. I want to make the first move!”Wei Yan waved the baseball bat in his hand and looked at Fan Zheng as if he was looking at a thick stack of coins.
"Little monk, don't blame us. Who asked you to offend Brother Song?”
"Amitabha, it seems like there's nothing more to say!" Fan Zheng sighed.”
"Say what? Go to hell!"
With a swing of the baseball bat, Wei Yan rushed in front of Fan Zheng.
All the lackeys gloated over Fan Zheng's misfortune, waiting to see him get beaten up badly.
"Pa!"
A crisp sound rang out.
Song Youhan and all the lackeys watched as Wei Yan was slapped in the face and sent flying. He spun a few times in the air and fell to the ground.
Fan Zheng put his palms together and said,"Amitabha. Patron, we are all civilized people. Can you not do such a thing?”
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