C167 Wolf 2

Although the Jiang Wuchen of three years ago was fun, and had even trampled on people's dignity, using an apple phone to exchange for an ignorant youth's kidney, he had never done such a thing and he disdained interacting with this kind of scum.

He did not agree to that person's cooperation. He did not even watch the film provided by that person. It was all destroyed!

Perhaps he felt that the person's sloppy appearance was unpleasing to the eye, and had even beaten him half to death. In the end, the steel pole had pierced through his chrysanthemum …

As for what happened next, Jiang Wuchen did not know.

At this time, Jiang Wuchen was still in a daze, the elevator door opened on the left and right, and seven or eight Man In Black s holding weapons rushed out.

The Brother Lang instantly had something to rely on, and arrogantly roared: "Brothers, kill him! Don't hit him in the face, hit his stomach, and make him bleed in the stomach. Wait till everyone goes up to that girl just now, I'll treat you all. "

Seven to eight Man In Black s looked at Jiang Wuchen, raised the weapons in their hands and rushed forward.

The leader held a South Mountain Splitting Chop, whizzed through the air, and slashed towards Jiang Wuchen.

Jiang Wuchen squinted his eyes, the fist in his hand slowly loosened, lightning fast, his speed was even faster than his machete, he threw a slap on the face of the man.

Clang!

The man fell to the ground. He didn't react at all and directly fainted.

The galvanized steel pipe in the next man's hand had already smashed over, it was hollow as it let out a whooshing sound, and flew past Jiang Wuchen's forehead.

Jiang Wuchen tilted his body slightly to the side, easily avoiding the steel pole.

Crack.

This position was where the vagus nerves on the man's face were. Jiang Wuchen immediately fainted as the galvanized pipe in his hand fell down and caught it.

In front of him, two men holding watermelon knives rushed forward. Jiang Wuchen leaned forward and used his steel pole to smash his leg.

Bang bang.

Two kicks landed on the two men's knees, knocking them to the ground.

The two men released wailing sounds like pigs being butchered. The galvanized steel pipe in Jiang Wuchen's hands sputtered twice, heavily smashing into the two men's mouths, causing fresh blood to spurt out.

In the blink of an eye, the 4 men were all knocked down, the 3 men behind were all stunned, Jiang Wuchen laughed lightly, then fiercely swung the steel pipe at one of them, then jumped up, with one back kick, he kicked another person, and his body flew up, with the other hand, he ferociously hit his knee, and another person bumped into him.

The seven robust men were easily taken down.

Before the Brother Lang could charge over, the ground was already smashed.

"Damn, what's going on?" Brother Lang blinked his eyes, his face was in a daze, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

Jiang Wuchen walked towards the Brother Lang.

Both of his hands moved, and he said: "Err, this is a misunderstanding. Brother, I am Ah Lang, from Taipei, we are all fellow countrymen, my own people, I am just a film director, your martial arts are not bad, signed with my company, I want you as a new person, have you heard of the Golden Horse Awards? "I told you to be the best man …"

Jiang Wuchen flung his hand and slapped Brother Lang hard across the face.

Crack.

Brother Lang was beaten until he staggered, if not for Li Shengchang who was beside him supporting him, he would have already fallen to the ground.

"I'll give you money …"

Crack.

Another slap.

Brother Lang's cheeks were red and swollen, her eyes were filled with anger. She pulled Li Sheng and shouted: "Beat him, Beat him."

Li Shengjing did not place Jiang Wuchen in his eyes at all, but when Jiang Wuchen attacked just now, in half a minute, all of the men were defeated.

"I told you to hit him, you don't understand, idiot." Brother Lang bellowed in anger.

Li Shengchang was enraged, he turned around and punched Brother Lang on the nose, "Who the f * ck are you talking to? F * ck you! This father is still someone, what do you think I am? "Damn."

Brother Lang, who had been beaten until he had a nosebleed, collapsed onto the ground. His eyes were filled with shock as he said: "You … "You …"

Li Shengjing shouted, "What did you say? "Bastard, I have a name, Brother Chao."

"Open the door." Jiang Wuchen said coldly.

"Uh, okay." Li Shengchang immediately took out his room card and opened the door.

"Bring everyone in." Jiang Wuchen said.

"Em, brother, there is always a debt of grievance, I have never offended you, the one who asked people to beat you is this grandson, and since you have already beaten him, let's make peace, that Wang Yanqiu girl will also be yours."

"Bring them in." Jiang Wuchen's tone became even colder.

Li ShengChao gritted his teeth and took out a sharp short knife from his waist, "Little brat, don't be too arrogant. My Brother Chao isn't a pushover here. No matter how strong you are, can you beat the knife in my hand?"

In the next moment, Jiang Wuchen moved closer, and with a bang, his elbow that was as hard as steel struck Li Shengjing's chest.

The latter spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew three meters away before heavily falling to the ground and fainting.

Jiang Wuchen looked at Brother Lang.

"I'll move, I'll move!" Brother Lang was very tactful, she immediately pulled everyone who was lying on the ground into the room, and Jiang Wuchen followed.

It was also a suite, and the layout of the room was exactly the same as the one Jiang Wuchen reserved. There were a few photographic lights and a laptop in the small living room, with all sorts of tools and a few cameras beside them.

Wang Yanqiu laid on the ground, looking like a pile of mud. Her skirt had already been lifted, probably because she had been drugged.

"This little girl is of a natural disposition. This is the best chance for her now." Brother Lang whispered.

Jiang Wuchen walked over and pulled Wang Yanqiu up and brought him into the washroom. The cold water rushed towards her face.

"Ahh!"

Just a moment later, Wang Yanqiu woke up with consciousness, but his body was extremely weak, he was paralyzed in the bathroom with a blank look in his eyes.

"Wake up yourself." Jiang Wuchen passed the water tap to her, then closed the door and walked out. He sat on the sofa in the living room and stared at Brother Lang, then he looked at the apple computer.

There were also WeChat and QQ log in. There were constantly people sending messages asking to be broadcast live.

Brother Lang's eyes were filled with hope and pleading, "Big boss, can you give me the computer?"

Jiang Wuchen asked: "Are you a member of the wolf clan?"

Brother Lang's eyes lit up, "You know about the organization?"

"Is there anyone called Exorcist?"

"Ah?" You're talking about my mentor, Brother Chun. He's one of the sponsors of our Wolf Tribe, the idol that I admire the most. " Brother Lang said excitedly.

"Oh, is his chrysanthemum ready?"

"Ugh …" Brother Lang felt his head hurt. "I don't seem to understand what Big Brother is saying."

"Don't understand? Pretend? " Jiang Wuchen said with a smile.

"No, no."

"They're requesting to watch the live broadcast, how are you going to broadcast it?"

"Turn on the WeChat video and chat with QQ. Just aim the camera at it."

Jiang Wuchen nodded his head, then switched on the live broadcast and pointed it at Brother Lang, "Speak, you are a big bastard."

"Ah?" You don't want it, right? "

"Right now, it's on the live broadcast. Speak."

"Big brother, stop messing around, okay?"

"One last chance." Jiang Wuchen squinted his eyes.

Brother Lang kneeled on the ground with a thump. "I am the King, I am the King …" As he spoke, he slapped himself in the face.

Jiang Wuchen had originally wanted to make a fool of him, for example, letting people who were lying on the ground get up and beat him up or peeing on him together. But when she thought about it again, she felt that it was really boring.

Just then, the door to the washroom opened. Wang Yanqiu walked out with his towel wrapped around her, head lowered, eyes averted.

Jiang Wuchen took the computer and walked out.

Brother Lang grabbed onto his leg and begged for mercy: "Boss, please leave the computer for me, I beg you?"

Jiang Wuchen lifted his leg and kicked him in the face. Peng!, Brother Lang's nose was broken, his front teeth fell down, and he started crying unrestrainedly on the ground.

"I'll give this to the police. If you want it, you can go to the police." Jiang Wuchen said coldly.

Walking out of the room, Jiang Wuchen looked at Wang Yanqiu beside him and asked coldly: "How do you feel?"

Wang Yanqiu's head was lowered, her cheeks still red, and she looked abnormally shy. To her, even though it was a bit embarrassing, it was better than losing face. This time, it was all thanks to Jiang Wuchen, so she said: "I'm fine."

"Let's go." Jiang Wuchen was unwilling to say more. If Wang Yanqiu was a smart girl, this experience would already be enough for her to remember for the rest of her life.