943: C943 Go Straight to the Root of the Problem

C943 Go Straight to the Root of the Problem

Zhang Muye said calmly.

"His grandfather is called Zhao Hanxian, and his father is called Zhao Zhongyuan. All of them have very high statuses. But even if Zhao Zhongyuan or Zhao Hanxian are here, do you believe that I won't slap him? "

Others might be afraid of Zhao Hanxian, but he, Zhang Muye, wasn't! Zhao Hanxian was nothing in his eyes.

The two young masters were even more surprised and shocked. They never expected Zhang Muye to know Zhao Qiang's identity. Not only did he know Zhao Qiang's identity, but he also had a look of disdain on his face. Judging from his arrogant attitude, it seemed like it was true.

Could it be that this fellow had really beaten Zhao Qiang in front of Zhao Zhongyuan or Zhao Hanxian?

If that was the case, then what was Zhang Muye's identity? If he thought about it carefully, he would be terrified!

The two young masters were not fools. They faintly felt that something was not right. They wondered if Zhao Qiang would sell them. However, they had volunteered to provoke Zhang Muye just now. Now, they were scared away by Zhang Muye with just a few words. It was really disgraceful. It would be hard to explain to Zhao Qiang if he went back.

For a moment, they were frightened by Zhang Muye's sharpness and did not dare to look back. They did not know what to do.

Zhang Muye didn't have time to deal with these two idiots. He pushed the two young masters away and walked straight to Zhao Qiang's position.

When capturing a thief, one must first capture the king. They would talk after killing Zhao Qiang.

Zhao Qiang's expression changed when he saw Zhang Muye walking over. He felt that something bad was about to happen. The lackeys beside him were gloating, especially Yang Rong. They thought that Zhao Qiang would definitely stand up for them and teach Zhang Muye a lesson.

They were just waiting to see a good show!

However, Zhao Qiang was the only one who knew the struggle in his heart. Sending a group of lackeys to provoke Zhang Muye did not mean that he would dare face Zhang Muye face to face.

The image of Zhang Muye humiliating him at the family gathering was still vivid in his mind. Zhao Qiang wanted to use this as an excuse to dodge. But Zhang Muye spoke from afar:

"If you have the guts, do you think a bunch of idiots will challenge me? If you don't, do you think you can face me face to face?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Qiang's body instantly froze. Although he was afraid of Zhang Muye, if he chose to run away in front of so many people, it would be too shameful. How could he command these brothers under his command in the future?

Therefore, Zhao Qiang pretended to be calm and smiled.

"I never thought that I would meet an idiot like you here. What an f * cking unlucky day."

Although his tone sounded like he was not afraid, a rich girl next to Zhao Qiang was shocked to find out that Zhao Qiang's legs seemed to be swinging. Her expression was also very unnatural. It could be said that she was calm and composed, but it was more accurate to say that she was forcing a smile.

Zhao Qiang was actually afraid of this small figure from the Jinnan City?

This thought flashed across the mind of the rich girl and was quickly rejected by her: What kind of international joke is this? How noble was Zhao Qiang? How humble was Zhang Muye? Zhao Qiang was not afraid of Zhang Muye.

An elephant, wouldn't it be afraid of an ant? An elephant could kill an ant with a sneeze.

"Is that so?"

Zhang Muye strode in front of Zhao Qiang, ignoring the protection of his lackeys. He forcefully broke through the crowd and came in front of Zhao Qiang with a cold smile.

"I should have known it was you, the egg, who ordered people to deal with me. Is your skin itching? Do you want me to beat you up again?"

The expressions of Young Master Qian and the others changed. They felt that there was something wrong with the style.

Zhao Qiang said in a deep voice, "I don't know what you are talking about. I'm warning you, if you dare come here again, I will not be polite to you."

Zhang Muye nodded. "Very good! Since we have met today, let's settle the old scores together." They were getting closer and closer to Zhao Qiang.

Zhao Qiang stepped back. "You... this is my territory!"

"Your territory? Even if you call your grandfather and your father here today, it would be useless! I despise Zhao Family. It's Zhao Family who gave birth to a scum like you. And that damned grandma of yours taught him wrongly and taught him to be such a scum.

The way the people around looked at Zhang Muye changed slightly. From Zhang Muye's tone and Zhao Qiang's facial expression, could it be that Zhang Muye had really humiliated Zhao Qiang?2

Not only that, but also... This so-called young man from Jinnan City who had no background knew Zhao Qiang's grandparents and even his father?

If they really knew each other, they would definitely know Zhao Qiang's identity.

If they didn't know Zhao Qiang's identity, they could just beat him up.

If they knew Zhao Qiang's identity, they wouldn't dare to beat him up.

Then... this... A group of people were shocked.

Zhao Qiang's status was extremely prestigious, and Zhang Muye's status was extremely low. Zhang Muye beating Zhao Qiang up was simply too heaven defying.

A rich girl who was trying to suck up to Zhao Qiang said:

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who do you think you are? You think you are worthy of beating Brother Qiang?"

The other red-haired girl also quickly echoed, "Yes, yes, yes. Why don't you take a piss and take a look at your own face? Are you worthy?"

Zhang Muye was too lazy to bother with these flies and said to Zhao Qiang:

"Now I give you two choices. Either I break your dog leg now, or, just like Yang Rong's lackey, go to the bathroom and give me some poop. I will let you go."

Zhao Qiang's expression changed dramatically, but more people looked at Yang Rong.

Those girls unconsciously distanced themselves from Yang Rong. No wonder they felt that Yang Rong was emitting a foul smell today, especially when he was talking. That foul smell was rolling out of his stomach.

Zhao Qiang had laughed at Yang Rong earlier. Did he eat shit today? Why was his mouth so smelly?

He never thought that Yang Rong, this bastard, would actually eat it.

Liang Fatty and the thin bamboo stick felt relieved. Initially, they were worried that Yang Rong would blame them if news of Yang Rong's ugly deeds were to spread. Now that Zhang Muye had said it, it meant that everyone knew about it. When the time came, they would no longer have to bear the burden of this matter, and they would no longer have to keep this secret in their stomachs.

They could feel the strange gazes of the people around them, and whether it was intentional or not, they kept their distance from them. Yang Rong wanted to find a hole and hide in it. He felt that he had never felt so humiliated in his life.

Yang Rong denied it. "You are talking nonsense."

It was a pity that it was useless for Yang Rong to deny it. His henchmen, liang Fatty, and bamboo pole's strange expressions told him everything.

Especially Liang Fatty, he was the one who pulled Yang Rong to his side. When he thought of the scene at that time, liang Fatty wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare. His face turned red, and he felt uncomfortable.

Zhao Qiang raised his leg and kicked Yang Rong's butt.

"Get away from me. I was wondering why you stink so much. Damn it, you are just disgusting me! "

After chasing Yang Rong away, Zhao Qiang glared at Zhang Muye fiercely and said, "I would rather die than be insulted by you. Try hitting me if you dare."

Zhang Muye grabbed Zhao Qiang's collar and slapped him hard under everyone's shocked eyes with his other hand.

"Pa!" He was afraid that everyone would hear him clearly.

Those young masters and daughters opened their mouths wide, finding it hard to believe what was happening in front of them. Zhao Qiang's identity and background were both prestigious and powerful. But Zhang Muye really dared to hit Zhao Qiang?

Was this puny figure not afraid of death?

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