956: C956 He Didn't Allow Strength

C956 He Didn't Allow Strength

"Damn it!"

The three girls were extremely close to Zhang Muye, and all of them needed his protection. There was no need to mention how happy Zhang Muye felt in his heart. There was a fragrance coming from here, and there was a fragrance coming from there. He touched it here. Wasn't that the scene Zhang Muye dreamed of?

He had never thought that this Young Master Loong would be so audacious. He had let him go, but this Young Master Loong actually came here to send himself to his death?

"Damn it, you think you are worthy of having three beautiful girls?" Young Master Loong walked in front of the four of them and roared. "Now, immediately kneel down and apologize to me!" He was trying to humiliate Zhang Muye's character, and unleash his aura of a king in front of the three girls!

Zhang Muye didn't waste any time talking nonsense. He walked forward and grabbed Young Master Loong. With a punch, the bones in Young Master Loong's hands were broken. With a sweep of his leg, a few lackeys in front of him were swept away. Five or six young men holding baseball bats and beer bottles rushed towards Zhang Muye like tigers and wolves. Zhang Muye kicked horizontally. Two of them fell to the ground, one turned over and kicked. Another two fell to the ground, and a punch flew straight towards the last young man, sending him flying five meters away. He smashed the surrounding tables into pieces.

In three seconds, a few useless bags were taken care of. Then, Zhang Muye calmly flicked the dust off his clothes. "Are you alright?"

The three girls all nodded to indicate that they were fine. They secretly admired Zhang Muye's moves. The men and women who were watching the battle looked at Zhang Muye in disbelief. The woman couldn't help but want to applaud. No wonder the three girls had a good impression of Zhang Muye. Zhang Muye was too fierce!

In just a few seconds, he had defeated a group of strong men.

Those men who had been drooling and secretly thinking about the three girls couldn't help but bury their heads in their pants, afraid that Zhang Muye would come and cause trouble.

Young Master Loong endured the pain and said angrily, "Damn you. . . If you have the guts. . . Call me. . . Call people. . . On the black and white streets. . . All of you, blow your whistle. . . "

Xia Chuchu was a little afraid, "Will the matter escalate?"

"It's fine. " Zhang Muye leisurely smoked with a cigarette in his mouth. He looked indifferent. In the Jinnan City, Zhang Muye had already swept away both the black and the white. He really wanted to see what kind of background this Young Master Loong had, to actually dare behave atrociously in front of him.

Sure enough, not long after, the roar of a motor car could be heard from outside. A group of young people driving a large number of motorcycles and exploding streets, holding clubs and machetes, surrounded the restaurant. A Rolls-Royce lined up the crowd, and under the escort of his little brother, the door opened. A few fierce-looking middle-aged men walked in, surrounded by a group of people. "Who dares to touch my little brother?"

Young Master Loong thought that his savior had come. He struggled to get up from the ground. "Brother Biao, save me!"

He wanted to crawl to Brother Biao's side, but Zhang Muye walked over first and grabbed Young Master Loong by the collar. He gave Young Master Loong a tight slap. He slapped Young Master Loong so hard that his mother didn't recognize him.

"I moved. How was it?"

"You!"

The leader at the front was furious. He was shocked when he saw Zhang Muye's thick-skinned face. "F * ck! It's. . . It's Big Brother Zhang?"

Zhang Muye frowned. "You know me?"

The big shot, who had been acting cool a moment ago, instantly bowed like a well-behaved rabbit. "Yes, yes, I know you. I am working for Brother Wolf. Big Brother Zhang, please take care of me in the future. "

A middle-aged man called the young man Big Brother. It was a funny scene.

Young Master Loong was stunned. "Brother Biao, you!"

Brother Biao reached out his hand and gave Young Master Loong a slap. "Are you blind? Even if Brother Wolf comes, he will still call you boss! You dare to provoke Boss Zhang? "

Young Master Loong and his henchmen were completely stunned. Old Wolf was second to none in the Jinnan City. If Old Wolf called this young man Big Brother, then who was this young man?

At this moment, the sound of sirens could be heard from outside. The policemen from the district had also arrived. A young police station, Police Inspector said angrily, "Who dares to fight in my territory?"

Young Master Loong pointed at Zhang Muye. "Brother Fei, save me! This bastard broke both of my hands. My lower part still hurts! "

Brother Fei looked up at Zhang Muye and his legs went weak. "Zhang. . . Big Brother Zhang. . . "

Young Master Loong was even more confused. "Brother Fei, could it be. . . Could it be that you know him?"

Brother Fei did not pay attention to Young Master Loong at all in the police station. He ran to Zhang Muye, bowed, and apologized to him again and again.

"Big Brother Zhang! If. . . If this brother of mine offends you. . . You. . . You are an adult who does not care about others. Just let him go like a fart? "

At the end, he quickly said: " Of course. . . Of course, Big Brother Zhang is definitely not doing this for my sake. My face is not worth much money either. That's right. . . Young Master Loong is just a dirty dog. He really isn't worth making Big Brother Zhang so angry. "2

Everyone took a deep breath. It was understandable for Big Brother to admit defeat when he saw Big Brother, who was even more powerful than him. However, Police Inspector was a man with a high status in a police station. If he admitted defeat in such a lowly manner, then. . . Zhang Muye's identity was too terrifying.

Even Zhang Muye was dumbfounded. It seemed like his identity had not been exposed. Why was even the chief of the dispatch team so terrified of him? This time, the person who wanted to show off his dominance had become a bastard. He wanted to keep a low profile, but. . . His strength was not allowed!

Zhang Muye was also quite helpless. However, Young Master Loong could not just simply kidnap Cao Ying. Young Master Loong's method of kidnapping Cao Ying just now was very smooth. Obviously, this was not the first time he did such a thing. Fortunately, he discovered it early, or else the consequences would be unimaginable. And what about those who had not been discovered? It was unknown how many women fell into Young Master Loong's trap.

"He wanted to kidnap my friend just now!"

Zhang Muye said in a deep voice. Brother Fei looked at the three girls beside Zhang Muye. Combined with Young Master Loong's usual temper, Brother Fei instantly guessed what had happened. He saw Brother Fei walk to Young Master Loong's face and slap him. Then he said angrily, "Kneel down and apologize to Big Brother Zhang!"

Young Master Loong was so scared that his soul almost left his body. He trembled and knelt down. "I. . . I'm sorry. . . "

Brother Fei said again, "Brother Zhang, don't worry. He did something that is worse than a pig or dog. I will definitely give you an explanation!" Then he said to the policemen, "Someone, handcuff him. "

It was still the woman who was soft-hearted. Seeing Young Master Loong being beaten up like this, she could not bear it. Cao Ying stood up and said softly, "Forget it!"

However, Brother Fei still looked at Zhang Muye. Zhang Muye would decide Young Master Loong's fate.

Zhang Muye did not say anything. He looked at Brother Fei coldly. Brother Fei understood what he meant. He grabbed Young Master Loong and put him in the police car as he punched and kicked.

"Don't worry, Big Brother Zhang. I will give you a satisfactory explanation!"

Finally, Brother Fei left with Young Master Loong. Brother Biao came to Zhang Muye with fear. "Zhang. . . Big Brother Zhang, how about we treat you to a meal with the Xiao Biao?"

Zhang Muye shook his head with a bitter smile. "No need. "

It was just a simple meal, but now these things had happened.

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