The Peerless God of War of the Female President

After seeing Lao Dao being knocked unconscious twice by an eight-year-old boy, a dozen gangsters came to their senses and started running towards Yang Siyuan one after another.

"Catch this brat!"

Liu Liuzi didn't rush up, but took a few steps back, smiled awkwardly at Yang Siyuan, then pointed to the wall, ran over and squatted obediently, and grabbed his ears with both hands.

Yang Siyuan laughed for a moment, then hooked his fingers at the gangsters.

Ping Ping——

pong pong——

Yang Siyuan's stature is short, coupled with his agility, he is like a slippery loach among a dozen gangsters. Those gangsters can't even touch his clothes, but he does it from time to time. He punched and kicked the punks at their weak spots, causing the punks to yelp.

Soon, none of the gangsters dared to go up, their legs began to tremble in various ways, and the way they looked at Yang Siyuan changed.

"Why don't you go? Are you tired? If you are tired, then it's my turn."

After finishing speaking, Yang Siyuan kicked the nearest gangster away, and then rushed into the crowd.

In less than 2 minutes, except for Liu Liuzi, the rest of the twenty gangsters were already lying on the ground, rolling back and forth and humming non-stop.

Yang Siyuan clapped his hands and said to Liu Liuzi, "Yo-yo, come here!"

Liu Liuzi quickly trotted to Yang Siyuan, nodded and bowed his head and said, "Brother, what do you want?"

"Tie up all your little brothers!"

"Tie... tie it up?"

"What, is there a problem?"

"No, no, no problem, I'll tie it up!"

After waking up, Lao Dao stared at Liu Liuzi and gritted his teeth and scolded, "Liu Zi, aren't you afraid that Brother Hao will kill you?"

"Brother Dao, if I don't tie me up, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for Sixth Brother to come and kill me. This little... I'm going to kill me..."

"Look at your potential! A brat, how dare he kill people!?"

Yang Siyuan walked up to Lao Dao and held up his chin, "Do you dare to make a bet that I dare not kill you?"

After hearing the words of the eight-year-old boy in front of him, Lao Dao shuddered inexplicably. If this boy really killed him, wouldn't he die too unjustly?
"Boy, whose family are you from? Why do you meddle in our business?!"

"My father told me that people in the world are in charge of the affairs of the world. If you are allowed to bully others in broad daylight, why don't you allow me to see injustice?"

"You are young, but your tone is not small. Do you know who you are fighting?"

"Isn't it Wang Hao who is known as the first brother of Qingjiang City?"

Lao Dao sneered and said: "Since you know our brother Hao's name, let me go with a little understanding. Maybe I can say something nice to you in front of Brother Hao, and spare you, otherwise, all of you will die." Can't run away!"

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you!"

Yang Siyuan glanced at Liu Liuzi: "String them together with a rope and drag them out to the street!"

"Huh? In a string?"

"Which ear of yours is deaf, can't you understand what I say?"

"Oh, I understand!"

When Liu Liuzi saw that Yang Sixen was about to stare again, he quickly used a rope to string Lao Dao and a dozen people into a string, and he himself pulled the end of the rope in front of him.

Meng Dawei was stunned by Yang Siyuan's operation, and quickly said in a low voice: "Siyuan, these people are very powerful in Qingjiang City, we can't beat them, so we should hide quickly!"

Yang Siyuan waved his hands nonchalantly and said, "Uncle, my father said that we can't hide from the wicked. The more we hide from them, the more arrogant we become. Only when we hurt them can they know how to restrain themselves."

"But……"

"Uncle, don't worry, everything is by me."

Yang Siyuan patted his chest, and said to Wu Mei, "Auntie, let's go out to the stall, I still want to eat the big buns you made!"

Wu Mei looked at Meng Dawei, who frowned and thought for a while, then nodded.

"Okay! Siyuan is not afraid of these guys at such a young age, what else are we afraid of? At worst, I will fight them!"

Wu Mei also had the courage to walk out of the yard first.

On the side of a certain street in Qingjiang City, a jaw-dropping scene appeared. A dozen gangsters were strung together by a rope and squatted behind a steamed stuffed bun stall. They all hung their heads listlessly and did not dare to look up to see what was going on. passers-by.

"Huh? Isn't this the gangsters under Wang Hao? What happened today, why were they tied up?"

"Yeah, usually they bully people everywhere with a show of power, but today they must have encountered a hard problem. It really relieves hatred!"

"Haha, this is what you deserve! If you walk too much at night, you will run into a ghost sooner or later!"

"Oh, not necessarily, Wang Hao and his gang are not easy to mess with..."

A group of people pointed around a dozen gangsters, and many people took out their mobile phones, took pictures of this scene and posted them on social networks.

As a result, Wu Mei's buns sold quickly, and Tong Tong and Yang Siyuan also helped pack the buns.

Ten minutes later, seven or eight black off-road vehicles suddenly stopped on the side of the road.

After seeing this, the onlookers quickly dispersed, because it was Wang Hao who got out of the car.

Wang Hao was wearing a black windbreaker and a pair of sunglasses. After getting off the car, he walked directly to the bun stall.

"Brother Hao! Help me, Brother Hao!"

Seeing that his boss was coming, Lao Dao stood up and ran towards Wang Hao, but as soon as he ran in front of Wang Hao, he was kicked to the ground by Wang Hao, and the rest of the gangsters immediately dared not move.

"How do you sell the buns?"

Wang Hao didn't even look at Lao Dao, instead he came to Wu Mei and asked a question.

Wu Mei panicked, and before she could speak, Yang Siyuan took over and said, "Our steamed stuffed buns usually cost one yuan and five for one, but if you want to buy them, they may be more expensive."

Wang Hao took off his sunglasses and looked at Yang Siyuan, "Oh, how much does it cost?"

"The price increases by [-] times, and each bun is [-]."

"Hehe, I haven't eaten the [-] steamed stuffed buns yet. It doesn't matter if I buy two to try, but you have to tell me first what the stuffing is."

"It's stuffed with human scum, but it hasn't been wrapped yet. You can buy it and wrap it yourself."

After Yang Siyuan finished speaking, he pointed to the row of gangsters squatting behind him.

Wang Hao smiled: "It's interesting. If I don't buy it, what will you do with these stuffings? You can't always leave stuffed buns, or they will go bad."

"Don't buy it? Is it because I set the price too low and you are not satisfied? Well, I will just increase it a little bit. From now on, I will sell it at [-] yuan and ten yuan."

Yang Siyuan looked at Wang Hao with a smile, without any fear in his eyes.

"Kid, do you know who I am?"

"We sell steamed stuffed buns, and we are not interested in the identities of customers. If you don't buy steamed stuffed buns, don't disturb our business."

"Hehe, the kid has a lot of personality, can I ask who your parents are?"

"Who are my parents, you, no, worthy, ask!"

Yang Siyuan's contemptuous tone did not anger Wang Hao, he still smiled and said, "Do you know that you are causing trouble for your parents now?"

"Haha, come on, you, you really think of yourself as a dish? If you are like this, there are hundreds or thousands of them, and it won't be a problem for my parents. Take out any one of their troubles, it will be enough for your ancestors." Yadai is having a headache!"

"Boy, I don't want to hit you because you are young. If you dare to talk to me like this again, don't blame me for being rude——"

Snapped--

Before Wang Hao finished speaking, a freshly cooked steamed stuffed bun hit his face directly, and the splashed juice immediately burned his face red.

"Damn! You are courting death!"

Yang Sichen grinned happily: "That's right, a scumbag has to look like a scumbag, and a monkey can't become a human being even if it wears a hat."

"Come on, tie him up for me!"

"Don't move!"

Just as Wang Hao's subordinates were about to make a move, they heard a stern shout.

Several policemen ran over quickly, and the gangsters were so frightened that they quickly retreated behind Wang Hao.

An elderly policeman walked up to Wang Hao and asked coldly, "What's going on here? Why are there so many people around?"

"It turned out to be Captain Zhang. It's all right. I passed by and suddenly felt a little hungry, so I stopped to buy some steamed buns. Isn't it against the law?"

The old policeman looked at Wu Mei, "Is this the case?"

Wu Mei hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Yes..."