916: C916 On the Correct Formulas of Apology

C916 On the Correct Formulas of Apology

The black Bugatti sped through the streets.

Just as Zhou Yi put down the phone, the reporter from Jiang City, Wang Chuan, had already accepted the offer and went to look for Zhao Dongyan from the Southern Daily.

Actually, Zhao Dongyan was the worst off with money. Therefore, the problem that could be solved with money was not a problem for him.

However, Zhao Dongyan knew very little about this. He only knew that someone had contacted him on a separate phone call. Before the incident, he had taken the lead in creating a ruckus and reported that he had been given 50,000 yuan each.

However, Wang Chuan had already closed the door before he got the remaining 50,000 yuan. However, Wang Chuan not only promised to compensate him with the 50,000 yuan, he also gave him an additional 100,000 yuan.

Zhao Dongyan was naturally happy to accept the money. The next day, the contents of the newspaper changed the direction of the wind. It was as if he was wearing the same pants as Mengmeng.

"Brother Yi, I didn't expect that you would do what you said!" Mo Qingcheng tilted her head and glanced at Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi grinned and said, "Is your husband the kind of brute who doesn't have brains?"

Mo Qingcheng smiled but didn't say anything. However, her expression seemed to be saying that he was indeed like that.

Zhou Yi ignored her. After the car entered Jiang City, Zhou Yi drove the car in another direction.

Mo Qingcheng turned her head and looked at him for a long time. "What?" You want to destroy the body just because of that one sentence? "

Zhou Yi smiled. He rubbed Mo Qingcheng's furry little head and said, "Since the matter has come to an end, why don't we go out for a bit and pick up Zhou Qing later."

"Huh?" Mo Qingcheng didn't expect Zhou Yi to say that. Her beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Ah what? Let's go!" Zhou Yi stepped on the throttle, the black Buddy turned into a black hurricane and leaped more than ten meters away.

Finally, Zhou Yi parked the car in front of one of the most famous French restaurants in the area.

After entering the restaurant, not long after the two sat down, they heard a shout not too far away. Looking towards the direction of the voice, there was a man who was grabbing onto Waiter's neck and not letting go, while cursing someone unhappily.

"Are you f * cking walking and not seeing the way?" "Are you blind?"

Pow!

The man directly slapped Waiter.

Blood instantly flowed out of Waiter's mouth.

However, Waiter did not dare to fight back, nor did he dare to struggle.

Zhou Yi glanced at the man, he seemed to be a white man. Black coffee was still dripping from his grey suit and his brown eyes were staring at Waiter. It seemed like he didn't intend to let him go.

"Sir, I'm sorry, please forgive me. I'm willing to help you wash your clothes. Please don't be angry!" Waiter looked at the Caucasian man in fear.

The man was around 1.85 meters tall, tall and sturdy, almost half a head taller than Waiter.

"If you help me clean it, what will I wear when you clean it?" You know I'm going to the party in ten minutes? Can you clean it up? " The white man pushed, causing Waiter to stumble.

However, Waiter did not dare to retaliate. He kept his head down and kept bowing.

The white man looked very angry. He raised his foot and kicked Waiter. The white man looked like a practitioner, but how could the thin and weak Waiter be his opponent. Just one kick sent Waiter flying, knocking over two tables before he stopped.

After knocking his head against the table, he fainted.

When Waiter saw this scene, he did not dare to step forward. He could only watch as Waiter was knocked unconscious on the ground.

Seeing Waiter faint on the ground, the white man stood up angrily as if he was still angry. He wanted to walk towards Waiter.

Zhou Yi stood up.0

"Brother Yi!" Mo Qingcheng shook her head and whispered, "Don't let anyone die."

Zhou Yi nodded and gave her a comforting look before walking away.

Boom! * A low muffled sound.

Following that was the sound of the white man inhaling cold air.

The Caucasian man hugged his own leg and cursed. Zhou Yi ignored him and lowered his eyes. He lightly tapped Waiter's forehead and along with the injection of the emerald Green Energy, Waiter gradually woke up.

However, the first thing Waiter did when he woke up was to apologize to the other party.

Zhou Yi held onto his shoulder and said, "Sit here. Don't move. I'll teach you how to apologize to such a person!"

At this moment, the Caucasian man also looked at Zhou Yi in confusion, not knowing what he wanted to do.

After Zhou Yi finished talking, he turned around and walked to the table next to them. There were a couple sitting on the table. Zhou Yi picked up a cup of coffee from the man and said politely, "Sorry for disturbing you!"

Then, he brought the cup of coffee to the Caucasian man and poured the cup of coffee directly onto his head.

The fragrant coffee slowly flowed down from the man's short brown hair and dripped onto his ash-grey suit. He looked as miserable as he could get.

Everyone on scene was dumbfounded, especially Waiter. He was even more dumbfounded. He even had a trace of doubt about life. Could it be that all of the things he did in the past 20 years were wrong?

Was it the right way to apologize to others?

"Holy sh * t!" The Caucasian man spoke standard Mandarin. Without saying anything, he directly sent a left hook punch towards Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi naturally wouldn't let him hit the white man, so he dodged the white man's attack.

The white man squinted his eyes. He didn't expect Zhou Yi's movement technique to be so fast, even faster than him. Zhou Yi was already considered as one of the top in the organization, but he didn't expect him to be so weak in front of Zhou Yi.

"Who the hell are you?" The white man stopped and asked Zhou Yi word by word.

Zhou Yi stretched his wrist. Today, he planned to use only his movement technique and not his cultivation power to have a good fight with this Caucasian man.

Zhou Yi raised his eyes and looked at the Caucasian man whose eyes looked like they were spitting fire. He sneered and said, "Of course it's the person who wants to apologize to you!"

With that, Zhou Yi's figure flashed out.

The white man hastily raised his hand to meet the attack. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had clashed.

Zhou Yi didn't use any martial skills. Just martial power. He didn't expect this white man to be able to fight him to a draw.

What made him most curious was that he felt a strange energy fluctuation from the white man. Although it was weak, it was real.

Zhou Yi suddenly remembered the foreign forces that had fought against the Mo family and the person who poisoned Zhou Qing in Zhou Qing's day. For some reason, he suddenly felt that this white man in front of him was somehow related to them.

Thus, Zhou Yi suddenly decided to capture this white man …

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