1632: C1632 He Was Attacked on the Way

C1632 He Was Attacked on the Way

Mao Xiaojun and Gao Yuanyuan, who had just walked out of the seafood restaurant, were now on their way back.

Mao Xiaojun had drunk a small cup of white wine. Now that the alcohol had gotten stronger, he was a little drunk.

Gao Yuanyuan's alcohol tolerance was better, so she did not feel uncomfortable.

At this moment, she supported Mao Xiaojun and looked at his appearance. She was a little angry in her heart.

"Little Jun, when you were in school in the past, you seemed to never drink. Why did you get drunk today?"

"Yuanyuan, just now, didn't Elder Liang and Uncle Zhou drink to me? It's not good if I don't drink. I thought I didn't give them face."

Mao Xiaojun was also helpless. In this kind of occasion, he obviously didn't know how to drink, but he still wanted to drink more.

Now, it made him feel a little dizzy.

"Hey, you brat, I really admire you. A big man actually got drunk with just a small cup of white wine. "

After Gao Yuanyuan complained, she did not speak anymore and supported Mao Xiaojun to continue walking.

Actually, she was still thinking about Hong Wenxiu in her heart. Just now, Hong Wenzhong made a fool of himself at the scene. Hong Wenxiu was unhappy in her heart and also angrily left.

Moreover, the one who made Hong Wenzhong make a fool of himself was Mao Xiaojun. She did not know what this guy did and insisted on offending him.

However, Gao Yuanyuan thought about it in her heart.

Actually, she couldn't blame Mao Xiaojun.

The main thing was that in this collection exhibition, Mao Xiaojun and Hong Wenzhong had both brought Wen Zhengming's Lotuses Competition Map, so one of the two paintings must have been a fake.

Mao Xiaojun's painting was brought here by the boss of Southern Wasteland Group. He even said that it was a big collector named Liu Bohai, and it was sold to Old Master Shen at that time.

It seemed that the painting in Little Jun's hand was definitely not fake.

The painting that Hong Wenzhong brought should be an imitation. This way, Hong Wenzhong would definitely not be happy about it.

Sigh, it was hard to tell who was right and who was wrong. Anyway, she could not figure it out, so she did not think too much about it.

After the two of them walked slowly for about ten minutes, they arrived at the road near the botanical garden. There were fewer people on this side of the road, and there were many big trees on the side of the road. It was quite cool to walk on the road.

"Little Jun, why don't we rest here for a while before walking?"

Gao Yuanyuan saw a few long wooden chairs for pedestrians to rest on not far ahead and said to Mao Xiaojun.

"Yes, good. It's cool here. Let's sit here for a while before we leave."

Like this, the two of them found a bench under a big tree and sat down.

Less than two minutes after they sat down, over ten aggressive men came out from the side. They were all holding iron rods in their hands.

"Little Jun, quick, wake up."

Gao Yuanyuan was so scared that she pushed him. Mao Xiaojun, who was leaning against her with his eyes closed, was resting.

"Yuanyuan, what is it? My head is so dizzy!"

Mao Xiaojun was still in a daze when the dozen hooligans had already rushed over. Without saying anything, they raised their sticks and called out to Mao Xiaojun.

Gao Yuanyuan saw this and immediately blocked in front of Mao Xiaojun.

The iron stick in the hooligans' hands heavily hit her arm. Only the sound of bones breaking could be heard. Gao Yuanyuan screamed and fainted.

The other hooligans' iron sticks had already hit Mao Xiaojun's back and arms.

The intense pain woke him up.

"Everyone, hurry up and take the painting from that kid."

The leading gangster immediately called out to his companions and snatched the Lotuses Competition Map that Mao Xiaojun carried with him.

Their purpose of coming here was firstly for the painting in Mao Xiaojun's hands, and secondly, to help the young master of Hong Family vent his anger.

Mao Xiaojun, who was sitting on the bench, saw a pool of blood on Gao Yuanyuan's forehead, and a large amount of blood on her arm. She had fainted.

He knew very well that it was these gangsters who did it.

Damn it, you bastards, I have no enmity with you. You actually want to put me to death. Furthermore, these scumbags did not even let Gao Yuanyuan go.

He knew that if he didn't resist, he might be crippled by these people, and he might even be beaten to death.

At this moment, Mao Xiaojun was about to explode from anger.

He took out the biggest number one magnetic needle from the needle bag beside him. When those gangsters rushed over to attack him, he attacked with the fastest speed possible.

In less than two minutes, the dozen gangsters were stabbed by the magnetic needle in their acupuncture points. They fell to the ground and moaned in pain.

Mao Xiaojun walked to the leader of the gangsters and stared into his eyes. "I have no enmity with you. Who asked you to come?"

"You, you have offended someone. You know it clearly in your heart."

"I don't want to hear your nonsense. I just want to know who is behind this."

The head of the hooligans also stared at Mao Xiaojun without saying a word.

"Fine, I won't say it. Today, I will cripple you. I'll make sure you can only sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

"You dare?"

The leader of the gangsters had a murderous look in his eyes. Mao Xiaojun knew very well that this guy was a tough guy.

He stopped being long-winded. He picked up the magnetic needle and stabbed the guy's legs a few times.

Following the pig slaughtering scream, this guy quickly fainted.

Mao Xiaojun walked over to another gangster and interrogated him.

This guy couldn't stand the threat and immediately said, "Yes, it's the young master of Hong Family. He doesn't care about our business."

It was Hong Wenzhong again.

Fine, I'll find you and settle the score with you.

After Mao Xiaojun knocked the hooligan unconscious with a punch, he carried the unconscious Gao Yuanyuan and headed towards the nearby First Affiliated Hospital of Jiao Province.

An hour later, after a check-up and treatment, Gao Yuanyuan had already woken up.

She was lying on the hospital bed with a broken arm and needed to be hospitalized for a few days.

Mao Xiaojun stood by the hospital bed and felt guilty in his heart.

"Yuanyuan, I am the one who implicated you. I caused you to be injured by those gangsters."0

"Little Jun, don't. Don't say that. Aren't we all fine now?" Gao Yuanyuan half leaned on the pillow of the hospital bed and smiled at Mao Xiaojun. Then she said in puzzlement, "We have no enmity with these people. Why are they so ruthless to us?"

Mao Xiaojun knew that it was Hong Wenzhong who did it, but now he could not tell Gao Yuanyuan about it.

After all, Hong Wenxiu, Hong Wenzhong's sister, was Gao Yuanyuan's classmate and best friend.

Even if he told the truth, Gao Yuanyuan might not believe him.

"Maybe those people mistook him for someone else. Maybe they wanted to steal the painting in my bag."

Mao Xiaojun looked at Gao Yuanyuan and thought of a reason.

"En, Little Jun, the painting beside you is expensive. You better return it to that Boss Shen earlier. Otherwise, there will be people eyeing it."

Gao Yuanyuan thought in her heart. It was very likely that it was as Little Jun said. These people were doing it for the Lotuses Competition Map that Wen Zhengming had on Mao Xiaojun.

After all, this painting was worth tens of millions. In the exhibition just now, many people knew that Mao Xiaojun had this painting with him.

Some people might even secretly look for someone to steal the painting.

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