C3226 Power Overflowing
Although Liu Junya was the young master of Liu Family, how could the Dragon City not go? Although he was very low profile at Dragon City's Polytechnic University, no one could endure the fact that his status was there, and no one dared to offend him. There were even people who wanted to curry favor with him, wanting to make a big scene so that Liu Junya would remember them, not to mention the school belle that he had chosen, who coincidentally met him and then fell over. Walking on the street, Liu Junya would sometimes notice that the little hoodlum who was previously so cocky had immediately turned into a good person after seeing him. He really wanted to kneel on the ground and sing a song of conquest.
It used to be like this.
He was used to it.
Liu Junya felt that everyone in the world respected him, both black and white. Thus, he called Sang Loong over with a call, preparing to teach Yang Ping a lesson.
In the past, he always felt that it was necessary to shout so loudly when someone was being beaten up.
But today, he finally experienced the cruelty of life. He didn't even let out a scream as a heart-wrenching pain spread throughout his body. That feeling would never be forgotten for the rest of his life, especially when he wasn't prepared for it.
In the past, it was someone else who knelt in front of him, but now, he knelt in the direction Yang Ping left in. In the past, it was someone else who knelt in front of him, and now he knelt in the direction Yang Ping left in.
His face was covered in blood and his consciousness was blurry.
Liu Junya laid on the ground. It was unknown how many times he had been hit. He groaned, cried and begged, but it was useless.
Until Yang Ping and Ma Weiwei's figures disappeared.
Only then did Sang Loong stop his hands. He noticed that Yang Ping did not lower himself to the same level as him. He heaved a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off his forehead, only to discover that his clothes were already soaked.
"You all … "Hit me..." Liu Junya cried out in pain.
Sang Loong sat beside Liu Junya with a cigarette in his mouth. He wanted to light the cigarette, but the hand holding the lighter was shaking. He smiled bitterly and took a deep breath. "Young Master Liu, I'm saving you."
Liu Junya was beaten into a daze as he looked at Sang Loong blankly.
Is he trying to save me?
Do you think laozi is an idiot?
Liu Junya didn't go on a rampage. He just looked coldly at Sang Loong. The meaning was obvious. If he didn't die, then Sang Loong would die the next time. He had already decided that no matter what he did, he would not let Sang Loong see tomorrow's sun.
Sang Loong naturally saw Liu Junya's resentment and chuckled, "Young Master Liu, don't hate me. I really hit you just now to save you. Do you know who that man was?"
The other hoodlums were also curious.
Even though Sang Loong had ordered his men to attack Young Master Liu, but now that he thought about it, he was still afraid. He couldn't help but retreat, wanting to clarify their relationship so as to avoid getting into trouble. Sang Loong was not surprised and smiled in disappointment. There was a lot of worry hidden in his eyes.
The other party did not dare to beat him to death, as long as he did not die, then Sang Loong would die. It was just that he did not understand, that after knowing his identity as the Young Master of Liu Family, he would still dare to attack him.
He was curious about where Sang Loong's confidence came from.
Aren't you afraid of his revenge?
Maybe the other party's identity is higher than his, my surname is Liu, my Dragon City is the number one clan, who would dare to put on airs in front of me?
"His name is Yang Ping."
Sang Loong spat out a mouthful of smoke and laughed.
Liu Junya chuckled. There was a hint of coldness in his smile as he said, "Yang Ping, who is it? I've never heard of it before." "Sang Loong, I remember you doing a lot of things for me before. You won't hurt your family this time, but you definitely won't be able to live."
Ye Zichen clenched his teeth and spoke with a hint of viciousness in his tone. Liu Junya had never wanted revenge on anyone so much before.
Wait a minute.
Liu Junya suddenly felt that something was wrong. He stared at Sang Loong and asked, "Yang Ping, which Yang Ping?"
Sang Loong sighed and struggled to get up, wanting to walk far away.
"Is there any other Yang Ping in Dragon City?"
Sang Loong's voice came over with helplessness and hesitation. This was really something he could do, because beating Liu Junya meant that he would not be able to survive in the Dragon City in the future. Liu Family would not let him off, but compared to offending Yang Ping, what was this little bit of pain?
It wasn't a dilemma for anyone to make this choice, but someone who would make the same choice as himself without hesitation.
However, he didn't kill Liu Junya and lost the place where the Dragon City stood as the pinnacle.
Several times, Sang Loong had wanted to state his stance with Yang Ping and say a few words to stop Liu Family from making things difficult for him, but Yang Ping did not, meaning that Yang Ping was not happy with him.
However, the person that they offended this time was Yang Ping, who was extremely powerful in the Dragon City.
Who would have thought that fate would be so unpredictable?
Liu Junya muttered to himself as he muttered Yang Ping's name. He had always felt that he had heard Yang Ping's name somewhere before. Recalling Sang Loong's tone, an ominous premonition appeared in his heart. Suddenly, he seemed to grasp the main point.
Yang Ping, could he be the person the family's elders were always talking about?
The man that made the Dragon City lose its color and overshadowed the former glory of the Four Great Clans?
The higher one stood, the more one knew what the word "Yang Ping" signified in the Dragon City.
Impossible!
Liu Junya was trembling as his face turned paler and paler. He was on the verge of tears. This time, he was really crying, crying without love. He picked up the phone and hurriedly dialed Third Uncle's number, wanting to ask for help.
"Third Uncle …" Liu Junya said in a trembling voice.
In the end, the other side still answered the phone and hurriedly said, "How is it? How's your relationship with Zhu Xi? Is she not angry?"
"I don't know."
Liu Junya cried.
Third Uncle sighed. He had watched Liu Junya grow up from a young age and felt sorry for him. He comforted her, "It should be fine. Zhu Xi is a sensible person and won't make a fuss about nothing. "Don't worry, come and apologize when your parents return"
Liu Junya was still crying.
Third Uncle's heart softened as he laughed, "Junya, how are you crying? Alright, there is still room for redemption in this matter. "Zhu Xi's lack of immediate action means that she doesn't have anything to do with you."
Liu Junya cried, "Third Uncle, that's not what I'm talking about."
Third Uncle was surprised, "It's not that? Other than Zhu Xi, who else could scare you to tears? Don't worry, as long as it's not Zhu Xi, I'll settle the rest for you. Don't you believe Third Uncle's words?
"Third Uncle, I've offended someone."
Liu Junya cried even harder.
Third Uncle laughed and said, "Who is it, to be able to make our family's Junya into such a state? You are still not experienced enough in the martial arts world, so you should learn from your big brother. In the future, you will be the master. Weeping is not a man. "
"I... "I've offended you..." Liu Junya hesitated for a moment and said softly, "I just offended Yang Ping."
Crack.
It was the sound of his phone falling to the ground.
Then there was no more sound.
Liu Junya said nervously, "Third Uncle, Third Uncle, what's wrong with you?"1
The speaker has no heart, the listener has no heart.
Yang Ping did not think, nor would he think, that his standing in the Dragon City had reached a terrifying level, especially in big families, where all the young people who offended him in the past had given up and were sent abroad.
And he just came out to relax,
Causing the core disciples of the number one clan in Dragon City to be scared out of their wits.
Yang Ping looked at the sky and smelled seaweed coming from the south.
— — The content is from [Mick Read]
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