"Is this what you call the best horse?" A young man who looks six or seventy percent similar to Lin Yingjie sat carelessly on the sofa. In terms of appearance, he looks better than Lin Yingjie. He is just a gangster-like look. Even if he is wearing a suit and a well-dressed dress, he has a big cigar on his fingers and sits on the sofa with his legs crossed his legs and shakes, and he still looks like a gangster than a young master of the Lin family.

In front of him, several thugs in black shirts were surrounded by a blond and tall foreign beauty. The foreign beauty had white skin like a milky skin, paired with big wavy blonde curly hair and a big red dress. She looked like a Russian tennis player, and her two long legs were wearing big red stilettos. She exuded the charm that could make any man burn his lust.

But at this moment, the foreign beauty was being held on her neck by two machetes, grinding her teeth angrily.

"Yes, Jun Jun!" A big bald man pointed at a foreign beauty and smiled flatteringly at him: "Model from Russia! Recently, we are very popular in Taipei City. A person like her is a money tree after being cultivated!"

Jun Shao raised his chin and looked up and down unscrupulously at the Russian beauty, then picked up a banana from the fruit plate on the coffee table and smashed it over, and laughed and scolded: "You're still a big horse! Tell me where the hell are you?"

The big bald man smiled awkwardly: "Young Master Jun, she is only sixteen years old, maybe she hasn't developed yet, let alone her legs are long!"

"That's right, I can play with this leg for a year!" Jun Shao looked at the long legs of the Russian beauty greedily, and then pointed at the Russian beauty carelessly at the crotch: "Come on, try your skills!"

"Ph!" The Russian beauty fucked the blunt Chinese language and said, "I'm here to make motorcycles! Not here to sell!"

Jun Shao couldn't help but laugh and patted his crotch: "That's right! I'm just a motorcycle! Come and be me!"

The big bald man picked up the machete and gestured on the Russian beauty's face: "Go quickly! Otherwise, don't blame me for being black!"

The Russian beauty struggled for two seconds, and finally nodded hesitantly. The big bald man took back the machete and stared at the Russian beauty with concern and said, "Don't play tricks with us! I warn you that it angered our Jun Young Master, I promise you don't want to leave the treasure island alive!"

Then the big bald head shook the big bald head, and the thugs surrounding the Russian beauty all took a little bit. The Russian beauty took two steps forward timidly, and suddenly turned around without warning and ran a savage collision!

Although these black shirt thugs are all big men, they are not as tall as the Russian beauty due to their ethnicity. Russian beauty can be at least 1.8 meters tall in high heels, and they are not as weak as Lin Daiyu. In addition, they are Russians who are born to fight. They knocked a thug with one arm, shook their long legs and ran to the office door in two steps, reached out and opened the door and rushed out!

Success! The Russian beauty was so happy that she was almost crying. But she opened the door and hit her head in a wide and strong arms. She was eager to escape and hit her very hard, but the man holding her in her arms was still motionless. Her heart suddenly sank into the bottom of the valley: It's over...

"Stop!" Seeing that the Russian beauties dared to escape, the big bald and the others were anxious. Although the entire Taipei City can be said to be their territory, it would take more weeks to let the Russian beauties run out, not to mention that Jun Shao was watching, which made them seem so useless!

Fortunately, there was a tall and handsome man outside the door who stopped the Russian beauty. The big bald man and the others were relieved and relieved. The big bald man smiled and waved to him: "Thank you, brother!"

"You're welcome." The man walked in with a smile, but pushed the trembling Russian beauty out.

"Although it's small! That's what Jun Jun wants..." The big bald man and the others were both shocked and angry, but when they looked closely, they were stunned for a moment. The big bald man looked at him up and down: "Who are you? Who asked you to come in! Where are the people outside?"

A man has a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, which looks like a crescent moon when he smiles, especially beautiful:

"I'm looking for someone."

"Look for someone?" The big bald man looked at me and I looked at you, and finally the big bald man asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The man said: "Lin Yingjie!"

"Are you wrong? This is our Jung-san's territory!" The big bald man cursed with his eyebrows: "Let's look for Lin Yingjie? I think you are looking for death!"

"Wait a minute!" At this moment, Jun Shao, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke. The big bald man immediately made his move to both sides, revealing Jun Shao who was sitting on the sofa biting a cigar.

Jun Shao sneered, and pointed Beilong with two fingers holding cannon cigars: "What are you looking for Lin Yingjie?"

The man said, "Do it!"

Jun Shao was stunned and suddenly burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that he fell back and forth, and tears came out of his eyes. He patted his hands and shouted: "Excellent! Great! I want to do something about Lin Yingjie! It's amazing!"

The big bald guys also burst into laughter, but Jun Shao suddenly looked dark: "Damn Lin Yingjie, are you worthy?"

The man asked, "Who are you?"

"Me? You dare to come to make trouble if you don't even know me?" Jun Shao waved his hand too lazy to see it.

Jun Shao has lost interest in him and waved his hand like he was chasing a fly. His subordinates will naturally teach him to be a new person.

"boom--"

A figure roared past his eyes like a cannonball, and hit the wall hard!

Jun Shao's face suddenly changed. The figure turned out to be the powerful thug under his command. Before he could even withdraw his hand, the big bald head had already stuck on the wall like a painting and stayed on the wall for at least a second before slowly sliding down to the floor. Half of his face was deeply sunk and a slap was printed!

"Dry antelope..." Jun Shao couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning, and the cigars held by his two fingers slid to the ground.

Hey, he is still a human being? The few black shirt thugs who rushed halfway were all shocked. They couldn't believe their eyes. The big bald head was the one who could beat them the most, but they were slapped away by the man, as if they were just slapped a little bug away... Then the question is, should they cut off the machete they had already raised high? Waiting online, it's very urgent!

The man walked towards Lin Yingjie arrogantly, and they were like stiff jokes when they held up the machete high.

Unscrupulously lifting one of his long legs and stepping on the sofa, Bei Long bent down and looked at Jun Shao with a smile:
Chapter completed!