As Su Qing staggered out of the store, Wu Bei hooked his arm upwards and pulled the roller shutter door completely down again.

The room, which is not too spacious, is once again shrouded in dimness.

"What do you want to do, I warn you..."

The Lord shivered and hurriedly picked up a large wrench half a meter long from the shelves to lift it.

He himself might not have realized that retribution came so quickly. What he said at this moment was exactly the same as Su Qing's call for help a few minutes ago.

"Let's relax, I just want to remove a few ribs and destroy both hands."

Seeing the other party's nervous appearance, Wu Bei grinned his teeth and sat on the table at the door.

"Brother, this matter has nothing to do with me, I have never done anything."

The green-haired guy who had just fallen to the ground was wrong at first glance and got up with a dry cough.

"You are involved in the attack on Wang Liangliang?"

Wu Bei glanced at the other party with his eyes squinted.

"ah?"

The green-haired young man was stunned for a few seconds, and in such a daze, his surprised eyes had completely betrayed him.

"Don't leave!"

Wu Bei suddenly jumped up and rushed towards him like a hungry tiger pounced on his food.

The young man was so scared that he hurriedly stepped back.

But Wu Bei was not even faster, so he felt a punch in his lower abdomen, and then he flew backwards like a shell, knocking down the shelf behind him with a "bang", screaming in pain.

With one move, Wu Bei looked at the great master again, and smacked his lips with a slight smile: "Brother, I'm all playing on the road, and I'm too lazy to tell you harsh words. Since you want to be an enemy of me, you must have conducted a comprehensive investigation of me. You know very well, just by whether the broken thing in your hand can stop me."

"call.."

The great master breathed heavily and breathed turbidly, and he urged himself to hold the big wrench and waved it in the air a few times.

"I'll give you a chance to speak with your mouth, three minutes."

Wu Bei took out his cell phone, glanced at the screen, stretched out three fingers, and said slowly: "Talk what I want to hear, I guarantee you will not die!"

The weak screen light shone on Wu Bei's angular cheeks, making him look gloomy and terrifying.

The great master swallowed, and the sweat beads on his forehead flowed violently like it was raining.

"What's wrong? I don't know where to start? Then I'll make a move for you, why did you attack Wang Liangliang! Just because you don't have the courage, tell me who is behind you?!"

Wu Bei raised his mouth, and saw half a box of "Huazi" thrown on the table, lit one on his own, and slowly spit out white mist at him.

"Wu Bei, I don't understand what you are talking about. I have a personal grudge with Wang Liangliang. You can ask him about this. My name is Dajun! Our Liangzi formed a relationship when he was in his hometown!"

The Maharaja roared with gritted teeth.

"oh."

Wu Bei nodded his head casually, took a step forward, and roughly lifted the screaming green-haired man from the ground, stretched his right fist and shone it on his cheek for a few times.

"Ph...Ph..."

After a few fists were chiseled, the young man's cheeks were stained with blood, and he spit out a few teeth in pain. The most terrifying thing was that his left ear was actually pulled by Wu Bei, and he was shaking with just a little bit of muscles.

"Did you remember something?"

Wu Bei kicked the shaking young man over, then stepped directly on his head, staring at the Maharaja with a hunched back.

“I…I…”

The Lord stuttered and stepped back until he leaned against the wall, but still couldn't say a complete sentence.

He has seen people who can be beaten, but it is the first time he has seen people with a few punches hitting people in the ear.

"It seems that memory still needs to be inspired!"

Wu Bei suddenly raised his feet and stomped down hard.

"ah!"

The green-haired guy screamed in an instant.

His left wrist pressed against Wu Bei's sole of his shoes, and the flesh-and-blooded bones hanging on his wrist completely pierced the skin and leaked out. The picture was so cunning.

"Close your mouth, or your right hand will suffer!"

Wu Bei looked down from a high place and focused his eyes on the face of the Lord again.

"Bang!"

"Plop!"

The defense line in the heart of the Great Lord was completely shattered. He first threw away the big wrench in his hand, then knelt down straight on the ground, and kowtowed a few times in tears: "Brother Wu, Grandpa Wu, I am really a younger brother who uses money to do anything. I don't know anything. All of those things were asked by Qi Jinlong to do. I... I don't know at all!"

"who?"

Wu Bei thought he had auditory hallucinations, so he suddenly raised his tone.

"Qi Jinlong was arranged by him, all of which were planned by him. Where Wang Liangliang lives is also his letter to the mad dog. If I don't lie to you, I can call him now."

The Lord was completely trembling and hurriedly took out his cell phone to dial.

“Dou…Dou…”

The phone rang a few times, and a sharp female voice came from the other end: "Who is it?"

"I'm looking for Brother Qi Jinlonglong, I'm the Great Lord!"

The Maharaja shouted in a mess.

"What's the big brother Xiaojun? This is a public phone number. You called the wrong one."

The other party cursed impatiently and hung up the phone immediately.

Seeing Wu Bei leaving by himself, the great king roared in despair: "Grandpa Wu, I swear to the sky that the number just now was Qi Jinlong's..."
Chapter completed!