Female President's Bodyguard

Wu Feilong issued a challenge to Master Xu's men in public, and looked at Fatty Yang and the other three provocatively.

Fatty Yang, Song Yang, and Liu Ziyuan glanced at each other, and at the same time quietly glanced at Xu Qing not far away.

Xu Qing had warned them that no matter what happened, he must not reveal his identity now.

But at this time, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.

If they confess in public, they may be able to avoid a fight, but Master Xu's face will be completely disgraced.

After the three of them thought for a while, Liu Ziyuan took the lead, stood in front of the head, and shouted loudly:
"Damn! I will meet you first!"

Wu Feilong looked at Liu Ziyuan for a while, and was amused: "You are a skinny salty fish, don't get excited. You three, go up together, let me kill you quickly, so that I can take the beauty back to honor the young master."

"Too deceiving!"

Liu Ziyuan flew up and kicked Wu Feilong.

But the skills of the two are really different.

Before he kicked half of his foot down, Wu Feilong also kicked out.

Originally, the distance between the two of them was not too far, but Liu Ziyuan kicked first, so he had the upper hand.

Unexpectedly, Wu Feilong's big foot landed on him first.

Liu Ziyuan is not a Lianjiazi, but he usually fights a little more on the street, how can he be compared with a real warrior?

Therefore, after Wu Feilong's kick hit, Liu Ziyuan almost didn't struggle at all, and flew backwards obliquely.

Seeing this, Fatty Yang and Song Yang quickly exchanged glances, and attacked Wu Feilong at the same time.

Song Yang had something on him, a dagger half a foot long; Fatty Yang grabbed a wine bottle along the way.

The two men approached, one on the left and one on the right, Wu Feilong not only did not hide, but stood where he was, and smiled contemptuously at the two of them.

"Damn it! Eat a bottle of me first!"

Fatty Yang was so angry that he swung the wine bottle and smashed it violently at Wu Feilong's head.

"boom!"

With a crisp sound, the wine bottle landed firmly on the opponent's head, and shattered to the ground after the impact.

Look at Wu Feilong's head again, not even a single hair has fallen out!

Fatty Yang was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses, holding the remaining half of the wine bottle, and stabbing it up again.

Wu Feilong still didn't hide, and let the wine bottle hit his lower abdomen.

Fatty Yang is a big fat man, and his strength is much stronger than ordinary people. Even if he stabbed it on the cowhide, he could make a hole.

But Wu Feilong's lower abdomen was like plasticine. When the wine bottle was poked up, the whole belly was sunken in, and there was no drop of blood.

"Huh!" Fatty Yang was dumbfounded, and hurriedly pulled out the wine bottle and poked it again.

You can push back hard, the wine bottle seems to be welded to the opponent's lower abdomen, and it doesn't move at all!

"Grass, are you fucking human or not?"

Fatty Yang raised his head and asked in surprise, Wu Feilong sneered and didn't answer, taking advantage of Fatty Yang's surprise, he punched him in the head with a wave of his hand.

Hearing a muffled sound of "dong", Fatty Yang fell to the side with the force of the punch without even uttering a word of pain.

At this time, Song Yang had already attacked Wu Feilong with the dagger, swung the dagger high, and slashed towards his head.

Unexpectedly, Wu Feilong suddenly yelled "Get out!"Immediately afterwards, his belly, which was originally sunken inward, bounced up suddenly.

As the belly popped out, the half of the wine bottle that was originally attached to it immediately flew out like a bullet.

Song Yang was only focused on chopping off Wu Feilong's head, he didn't notice this change at all, and when he found out, it was already too late to dodge.

I saw that half of the wine bottle hit his chest impartially, making a crisp sound of bone breaking.

Fortunately, it was only the mouth of the bottle that hit it. If it were the other end, the sharp and uneven glass shards would have pierced through the chest.

Even so, Song Yang was still hit hard, and his whole body followed the force of the impact, and retreated seven or eight steps backwards.

As a result, the dagger that was going to hit Wu Feilong's head also missed and came out.

"You..." Song Yang pointed at Wu Feilong, wanting to speak, but just as he opened his mouth, the hot blood spurted out into a cloud of blood mist, and he knelt down slowly on the ground, with a grim expression on his face and excruciating pain.

"You guys are proud of your master." Wu Feilong stepped forward, kicked Song Yang on the shoulder, and kicked him to the ground.

All the guests were amazed when they saw this scene!

Since Wu Feilong can become Miao Shijing's number one thug, his skills are really extraordinary!
You must know that Miao Shijing has offended many people by overtly robbing and cheating in business over the years, and many of them want to fight him to the death.

But no matter who the other party was or what methods they used, Miao Shijing was safe and sound.

Among them, Wu Feilong's contribution is indispensable.

In today's battle, Wu Feilong is destined to rise to fame, and it is inevitable that he will be rewarded by his master.

At the same time, Master Xu's rise was suppressed by Miao Shijing's subordinate.

Master Xu is very powerful, but this world has never lacked people like him, who fight alone and are brave and foolhardy.

A person like Master Xu may be able to establish his own country, but it is destined not to last long.

Take the three guys he picked today, they can neither fight nor suffer, what's the point?

Could it be that Mr. Xu really thought that he could contend against a family by himself?
too naive!

The heritage of a family is accumulated through various efforts of several generations, even dozens of generations.

Whether it is money, power, or connections, it is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Even if Mr. Xu has the opportunity to step on the Miao family once, what's the problem?

As a family of thousands of years, the Miao family has experienced countless storms. Guys like Master Xu have seen more than a million people?
But the only ones passed down in the world are the Miao family!
Master Xu is just an ant destined to fall at the feet of the family!

Some of the foresighted guests present had even foreseen that Master Xu, who had risen like a comet, would soon fall like a shooting star.

This is the gap between an individual and a family.

Seeing Fatty Yang and the other three lying on the ground, the guests shook their heads one after another.

Dong Haoran, who was standing aside, wanted to take the opportunity to please Fatty Yang, and planned to go forward to help him up.

But his son, Dong Yang, was obviously more thoughtful than him, he hurriedly grabbed him, and said in a low voice, "Dad, haven't you seen it yet? Master Xu has lost this battle, and there will be nothing for him in Suzhou Province from now on. "

Dong Haoran looked at his son in astonishment, and then there was a hint of relief on his face: son, he has finally grown up.

He immediately restrained his mind, and instead stood away from Song Yang and the other three to show a clear line of demarcation.

As for the other guests, no one dared to go up to help them, and let the three roll on the ground in pain.

"Uncle Bu, Uncle Yang, let's help them over here."

"This..." Bu Wanshan and Yang Wutao showed a trace of doubt at the same time.

But they didn't think about it any further. Seeing that Xu Qing had already got up, they could only follow up quickly. Against everyone's puzzled gazes, they stepped forward, blatantly helped Fatty Yang and the other three to their table.

"Slow! Where did you guys come from? Did I let you help me?"

Wu Feilong was furious:
"Who else dares to save the person I want to kill?"