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When the security guards swung the staff towards Wang Zheng, he was too lazy to even dodge. With just the small strength these people had, they were still far from being able to harm him.

"Dang." When the rod struck Wang Zheng's body, the rubber rod was immediately ejected out, the security guard's palm split open, and fresh blood flowed out.

"Hehe!" Seeing the security guard foolishly staring at the flying stick, Wang Zheng laughed, and punched straight at the security guard's face. Although Wang Zheng controlled his strength, he still directly broke the security guard's nose, and all of his front teeth fell out.

This move of Wang Zheng's caused the other guards to stop in their tracks. After all, their sticks were useless against Wang Zheng's, they would only be beaten up if they went up.

"Fuck, all of you go up for laozi! Did the fifty thousand I gave you just feed the dogs!?" Seeing that the security guards were hesitating, Rich Young Master screamed and crazily pushed at the security guards.

It was a pity that the security guards were not idiots, no one wanted to be beaten half to death by Wang Zheng. Looking at that fellow on the ground, he would probably not come out of the hospital without ten to twenty thousand medical fees, who would be willing to do such a thankless task if not for the ten over them, in the end, they would have to compensate themselves even if they could not get the money?

Wang Zheng sighed, rummaged in his pockets for a while, and then took out a stack of red notes, throwing it on the ground: "Quickly take this brother of yours to the hospital, you can split the rest!"

Seeing the money scattered on the ground, the guards did not care about Rich Young Master anymore. They picked up the money and carried the security guard who had been beaten unconscious by Wang Zheng and ran away.

Wang Zheng walked to Rich Young Master's side and shook his head, then gently held onto Rich Young Master's shoulder. He was so scared that Rich Young Master's tongue started to bend, and his legs started to tremble.

"Little bastard, why are you making things difficult for those security guards? If you want to kill me, just find trouble with me." Wang Zheng grabbed a rubber rod from the side and gave it to Rich Young Master.

Rich Young Master was just slapped on the face by Wang Zheng, and he still had a shadow in his heart, how did he dare to pick up his rod and attack Wang Zheng?

"Big brother, I know I was wrong. Please let me go this time. I have money here, and it's all yours!" As he spoke, Rich Young Master handed over the change in his pocket and all kinds of credit cards in front of Wang Zheng with a tremble.

Wang Zheng laughed as he pushed aside the items from the Rich Young Master, his right hand fiddling with the rubber rod.

"Do I look like someone who needs money? "Don't be afraid, I'm very easy to talk to. As long as you cooperate a bit, I won't hit you!" Wang Zheng laughed as he carried Rich Young Master and sat on a seat at the side.

Rich Young Master sat beside Wang Zheng while trembling and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He nodded his head excitedly: "Big Brother, if you open your mouth, I won't even frown if it's Blade Mountain Flame Sea Guild."

"It's not that exaggerated. It's just that I don't like to lie. When I said I wanted to break your third leg, you had better cooperate so that I wouldn't accidentally break your other two legs!"

After Wang Zheng finished speaking, the Rich Young Master's eyes immediately turned red as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Brother, I'm from the third generation, can we change? I can give you a lot of beauties, money, and even shares in my dad's company!" Rich Young Master knelt in front of Wang Zheng and started to wail, his snot and tears all over Wang Zheng's new pants, causing him to feel disgusted.

"Humph!" This time, it was not Wang Zheng who went berserk, but Murong Yuyan who went berserk. What sort of position did she put herself in?

Normally, looking at Murong Yuyan's bashful, introverted, and noble look, it was not as easy as blowing off the wind when he was young. His high heels fiercely stepped on Rich Young Master's thighs and then turned in a circle, listening to Rich Young Master's screams, Wang Zheng felt a chill on his scalp.

Seeing Wang Zheng's fake smile, Murong Yuyan realized that her performance was a bit too extreme, and only then did she retract her high heels. However, her face was still cold, and she ruthlessly kicked Rich Young Master as she went along the way.

Rich Young Master's face was now ashen as he rolled around on the ground, causing Wang Zheng to feel pity in his heart. After thinking for a while, he opened his mouth and said: "Forget it, I also don't want your family to have no descendants.

Five million wasn't a small amount for the Rich Young Master, but in order to safely leave, the Rich Young Master handed over his bank card to Wang Zheng without hesitation: "Big bro, there's more than six million in here, the password is six zeros, you can take it and swipe whenever you want."

After handing Wang Zheng his bank card, the Rich Young Master didn't even dare to look back as he ran. To him, Wang Zheng and Murong Yuyan were simply a nightmare.

Looking at the fleeing Rich Young Master, Wang Zheng gave Murong Yuyan a big thumbs up, and said softly: "My wife is indeed powerful, taking care of this kind of hoodlum is still a good idea. In the future, when I, your man, am bullied by others, I will depend on you!"

"Go, if you're teasing me, I'm going home now!" Murong Yuyan lowered his head and grumbled, she then turned his head and did not look at Wang Zheng.

Just as Wang Zheng was laughing, he suddenly had a bad feeling about this.

The next moment, Wang Zheng vaguely saw a speck of silver light fly towards him. As the speck of light got closer and closer, Wang Zheng clearly saw that it was actually a bullet!

"Out of the way!" Wang Zheng's heart skipped a beat and he immediately pushed Murong Yuyan who was beside him away. He forcefully moved his body to the side and the bullet flew past his arm, causing blood to spurt out, but at least it was not a fatal strike.

Murong Yuyan turned around and pouted at Wang Zheng with a slightly angry look: "What are you doing, you definitely did this on purpose!"

Wang Zheng did not speak, his gaze sweeping past the faces of the bystanders. In the end, he saw a person wearing a black cap and a large mask turn around and walk away.

"Yuyan, call Er Mao to come pick you up. I have something to take care of." Wang Zheng grabbed onto her bleeding right arm, and immediately fled out of the crowd. Other than Jiang Xinyue, there was probably no one else who would want to assassinate him, for her Virtue Card, he definitely could not let Jiang Xinyue escape from her hands.

The moment Wang Zheng chased out of the crowd, the black cap had already lost its shadow. Wang Zheng chased his to the entrance of the building, contemplated for a moment, then turned back while laughing. When he passed by the men's room, his face revealed a trace of a smile, and he directly walked into the toilet.

The moment Wang Zheng walked into the washroom, he saw an old uncle dressed in a cleaner's attire walking out from inside. Wang Zheng chuckled, and fiercely pulled the cleaner's hand and pushed him against the wall. He took a deep breath and said with a beaming smile: "Jiang Xinyue, you've seen that old uncle who cleaned the washroom before, with perfume that's worth tens of thousands of dollars?"