Seeing their appearance, the people around them became more and more enthusiastic. Some even shouted, "kill them, don't let this scum go!"

Huang Mao was so clever that he could be the boss at any rate. He immediately reacted. He rubbed and jumped up. Putong knelt down in front of Li Yundong and cried bitterly: "boss, I have eyes that don't know Taishan and offended you. Please be kind. Just think I'm a fart and let me go!"

Li Yundong said with a smile, "didn't you say I hit you?"

Huang Mao quickly shook his head and said with a flattering smile: "no, no, a misunderstanding!" he said, turned around and smiled at the surrounding crowd: "a misunderstanding, really a misunderstanding!"

When he finished, he turned around and begged Su Chan and others for mercy: "beauty, please do me a favor and raise your hand. You noble people love to be clean. How bad it is to hit people like me and dirty your hands? Beauty, ah, aunts, I call your aunt head office? Not yet. Then, I can always call your mother?"

After Huang Mao said these words, people burst into laughter. Ruan Hongling spat with red cheeks: "bah, your aunt, I'm still the eldest daughter of Huanghua, not as big as you!"

Su Chan was kind-hearted by nature. When she saw that the yellow hair was so humble that she said it, her resentment was scattered. She pulled Li Yundong's hand and whispered, "Yundong, forget it, let him go?"

Li Yundong glanced at Su Chan, smiled, patted her hand, indicating that he had an idea. He turned his head and said to Huang Mao, "I really didn't hit the wound on your face?"

Seeing the turnaround, Huang Mao quickly said, "no, absolutely not. Who said you hurt my face? Did I hurt my face?" he turned his head and looked at his three companions: "do you see any injury on my face?"

The three gangsters were not fools either. They shook their heads like rattles.

Huang Mao immediately turned back and flattered Li Yundong with a smile: "look, they all said I didn't hurt my face."

Li Yundong pointed to the blood on his face and said with a smile, "what's the matter with the blood on your face?"

Huang Mao's hand touched his face with a bolt. He said in surprise: "is this blood? No, it's, it's, it's sweat, yes, it's sweat, ha ha, it's sweat!"

When he finished, he turned to see his three companions: "Hey, am I sweating?"

The three gangsters looked strange, like they wanted to laugh and didn't dare to laugh, so they had to hold back and nod.

But the people around laughed wildly. Li Yundong also laughed and said, "you look sweaty? Do you think you are a sweaty BMW?"

As soon as Li Yundong finished, the others laughed even more. Su Chan covered her stomach and squatted on the ground. Ziyuan couldn't help laughing.

Huang Mao was laughed at by the crowd. He said with a flattering smile, "yes, I'm a bloody BMW. Please let me go. I'll serve you in the future."