Love Apartment: Returning to Zhuge Dali at the beginning

Chapter 875 Baji Fist Started

"Ah... ah ah ah..."

"It hurts...it hurts to death!"

"You...You dare to hit me! Are you crazy? You are looking for death! I will fight you!"

There was a sinister look in Zhao Quan's eyes, as he spoke, he rushed towards Fang Di frantically.

This guy should have had some exercise on weekdays, and his body looks relatively strong.

Of course, being strong is relative...

In front of Fang Di, even if he has pimples all over his body, it's useless...

The master-level Bajiquan was activated, and with one punch, Zhao Quan's body flew upside down for several meters...

"Cough...cough...cough..."

The corner of Zhao Quan's mouth twitched, and there was a sinister look in his eyes...

But now he didn't dare to take another shot casually, because he knew that he was no match for Fang Di at all.

"What... what is this for!"

"Why are you still fighting..."

At this time, the woman in red, who was called Mr. Sun, hurried over, with a nervous look on her face.

However, there was no resentment in Fang Di's gaze, on the contrary, there was a trace of relief and gratitude...

This Zhao Quan is not only his golf coach, but also her business partner.

Sun Ying, the woman in red, naturally knew that Zhao Quan was deliberately trying to get close to her purpose. Naturally, it couldn't be for business, and most likely she wanted to occupy her...

All this time, she thought she was a snake... but she didn't expect that this Zhao Quan would be more aggressive!
This time she was invited to play golf and talk about business by the way, and this guy would follow me shamelessly!
At this moment, seeing Fang Di beat Zhao Quan half to death with a slap and a fist, Sun Ying, the woman in red, was full of joy.

"Boy! You...you are ruthless!"

"I just want to enter the golf course. Why don't you let me in! What qualifications do you have? I am a director of the World Golf Association. It is an honor for the golf course here to let me in!"

Zhao Quan, a middle-aged man with a big back, shouted viciously.

"Did you go deaf just now?"

"Foreign slaves are not allowed to enter..."

"Why do you go in as a slave? Kneel to catch the ball? Or kick it for your foreign master?"

Fang Di glanced at Zhao Quan, a middle-aged man with a hunched head. He heard everything this guy said before...

"You...you are presumptuous!"

"My golf skills are a hundred times better than yours! Ten thousand times!"

"You bastards! Garbage!"

Zhao Quan, who was in a frenzy, began to speak crazily, hissing endlessly.

Fang Di scratched his ears, feeling inexplicably annoyed...

It's noisy!
Today's rule of law society has saved him, otherwise he should be dead by now.

"You mean, your golf ball is strong? The kind that can hit us?"

Fang Di suddenly laughed, casually...

"Of course!" Having said this, the arrogance on Zhao Quan's face became more and more intense.

(End of this chapter)