The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

The noise in the hall startled Ye Zhibing again.

Hearing Qiao Ying's voice, he thought to himself that no one would be allowed to eat, this girl is too capable of tossing around.

However, Ye Zhibing was still afraid that Qiao Ying would suffer, so he put down his chopsticks and came to the hall to check the situation.

At this time, Bancuntou saw that a delicate little girl was not afraid of him, and even choked with him, he was furious.

What's wrong with this world, there are women who are not afraid of big brothers in society?
Bancuntou decided to stand up, otherwise how would he hang out in this town and collect protection fees in the future?

"Smelly bitch, okay, I'll see if you can get me a few slaps."

Bancuntou uttered abusive words and raised his hand, as if to hit him.

Ye Zhibing took a look at the situation of the two sides and made an assessment. Based on his understanding of Qiao Ying's strength, as long as the opponent didn't move the knife, Qiao Ying might not necessarily suffer in a fight.

So, Ye Zhibing stood aside and watched how the ban-bunk was asking for trouble.

Qiao Ying happened to be in a bad mood, and was going to be disturbed by this tight-fisted head, so she wanted to take out her anger on him.

"You try it."

Qiao Ying refused to give an inch, and directly pushed back the threat of Bancuntou.

Seeing that he didn't get a bargain from his mouth, Bancuntou decided to make a move.

Although it is unavoidable that there is a feeling of destroying flowers and hot hands, standing upright is more important, and now I can't care about pity and pity.

The bancuntou slapped Qiao Ying's delicate face with a slap.

He was more aggressive, just wanting to scare the little girl at once and make her obey him obediently.

Qiao Ying is also capable. Although she is far behind Ye Zhibing, she is more than enough to deal with this kind of "self-taught" street gangster.

Before it was too late, Qiao Ying reached out and grabbed Bancuntou's wrist. At the same time, she quickly struck out with the other hand.

Snapped!
Ban Cun Tou slapped no one, but got slapped himself.

There was a burst of exclamation from those watching the excitement around, what a powerful woman.

She is not only beautiful, but also very handsome, which is really rare.

Bancuntou was ashamed the first time he attacked. With a strong pull, he broke free from Qiao Ying's grip on his wrist, turned his palm into a fist, and blasted towards Qiao Ying's chest.

The people around screamed again, this cutie is too ruthless, if you hit a girl so hard, you are not afraid of killing her.

Qiao Ying was irritated by Bancuntou. With a flash of her figure, she gave way to her fist, picked up a plate of food, and smashed it down on Bancuntou's head.

With a bang, the plate hit Bancuntou's head and fell apart.

Bancuntou's skull was also cut by sharp fragments, and blood oozed out.

After Bancuntou closed his fist, he felt some liquid flowed into his eyes, wiped it with his hand, held it in front of his eyes, and found that it was his own blood.

"Ah, stinky bitch, I'm bloody. Brothers, let's go together and beat her to death."

The angry Bancuntou didn't care about the rules of the world. A few men surrounded and beat up a little girl. How ugly it was, but at the moment he only wanted to get back his face.

Several young people brought by Bancuntou also rushed forward, punching Qiao Ying one after another.

Qiao Ying would not feel sorry for the restaurant owner, she would throw something at the group of young people if she caught something on the table.

All of a sudden, there was an endless stream of ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong sound of cups, bowls, pans and saucers being smashed.

Qiao Ying threw it very accurately, and she knew she had practiced it at a glance. Those young people who rushed over either had their noses bloody from being hit by the bowl, or their faces were deformed by the bowl.

What's more, the soup in the plate is still hot, so what they feel is not only pain but also hot.

Qiao Ying became addicted to throwing. Not only did she throw the cups, pans and saucers on her own table, she also used the cups, pans and saucers on other people's tables as weapons.

The spectators were afraid that they would be unlucky, so they rushed to the door one after another, making the restaurant's door blocked for a while.

The boss jumped in a hurry, but he didn't dare to offend Bancuntou or Qiao Ying, so he shrank in the corner and sighed.

Ye Zhibing clasped his hands horizontally, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in his heart that he played well, played well, and played like a croak.

Bancuntou was also hit a few times, and was frightened by Qiao Ying's domineering arrogance for a while.

It's really a mountain and a mountain is high. From the few trials just now, Bancuntou realized that he might not be able to beat this little girl.

But if you can't admit defeat, then you won't be able to hold your head up.

When he was in a difficult situation, a voice rang out from the door: "Get out of the way, let me in."

Bancuntou was overjoyed when he heard that, the savior came.

He hurried to the door to drive away the crowd, and welcomed the person who had spoken at the door.

Bancuntou complained to that person: "Brother, brother, I was bullied."

The man heard this and asked: "Ah, there are still people bullying my brother in my territory, that's okay, brothers, cut him off."

Bancuntou said embarrassedly: "Brother, it's that woman."

The man looked up and saw a beautiful woman with an angry face. He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Longzi, I said you are unlucky, right? Why did you get bullied by a woman, hahaha..."

Bancuntou blushed, but his skin was dark, so it wasn't so obvious.

Ye Zhibing saw the man and recognized who he was.

Isn't he the flat-headed boss who was surrendered by himself?
Unexpectedly, the mountains and rivers took turns, but they still ran into each other.

However, Qiao Ying attracted the attention of the crew-cut boss, and he didn't notice Ye Zhibing in the crowd at the back door.

The flat-headed boss wanted to vent his anger on his subordinates, so he led someone aggressively to Qiao Ying, and asked sharply, "Little girl, I heard you bullied my brother?"

Qiao Ying didn't show weakness, "What did you hear? Everyone has seen it. I bullied him, so what?"

The flat-headed boss laughed for a while, "It's delicious, I like it. Little girl, how about it, you stay with me for one night, and forget about it, how about it? I won't treat you badly."

Qiao Ying snorted, "Get lost!"

Facing Qiao Ying, who was not showing any sign of weakness, the crew-cut boss patted his head, a little undecided.

It's good that he's a gangster, but he doesn't want to bully a little girl with force in front of so many people, does he?
The best way is to scare and scare the little girl into submission.

It's just... This little girl doesn't seem to like oil and salt, what should I do?

Bancuntou covered his face swollen by Qiao Ying and said, "Brother, if you don't show her how powerful you are, what face will Baishan have to raise your head in front of the folks?!"

The flat-headed boss thought about it, and it is true that face is more important.

However, there is no need to use force here, take the little girl back, and do whatever you want.

So the flat-headed boss smirked a few times, "Okay, let's show her how powerful she is. Grab her."

Now, Ye Zhibing also saw that Qiao Ying was in danger.

Bancuntou and his subordinates have five people, and the flat-headed boss has six people.

No matter how well Qiao Ying could throw plates, she would not be a match for eleven strong men.