My wife went on a variety show and exposed my identity as the richest man

A smile spread across Smith's face.

"Don't worry, Mr. Doggers!"

The two glanced at the magnificent Cavill Hotel.

Then he patted the ashes off his body, cursed and left.

Chapter 332 Who to Get Out?

After Su Zheng and the two had their meal, they also went back to their room to rest for a while.

When approaching five o'clock.

The two of them took the elevator downstairs.

Just been sent out of the hotel gate.

He was stopped by a group of vicious people.

"Two yellow-skinned people! It should be them!"

One of the strong foreign men with tattoos on his arm looked at the two of them.

He opened his mouth and said to his subordinates: "Whether it is or not, let's beat him first!"

"After typing, take a photo and go there, and you will know if it is."

Su Zheng frowned slightly, and Qin Hao instantly thought that it must be Smith's two grandsons who were looking for trouble for them.

"What should I do? Why don't you go back first?"

It's not too far from the hotel either.

Just get out of the way.

Just call the hotel security for help.

Su Zheng shook his head.

Undo the few buttons on the front of the suit.

"Don't bother, just give me 1 minute."

As he spoke, he walked straight towards the eight gangsters.

Looking at Su Zheng with a calm face.

Several foreign gangsters had strange expressions on their faces.

"Is this yellow boy crazy?"

"What is he going to do?"

"I heard that people in Long Kingdom know kung fu? Couldn't he be beating us eight?"

"Hahaha! Stop being funny!"

The eight laughed at Su Zheng wantonly.

Su Zheng seemed to be unable to hear.

He twisted his neck and made a clicking sound.

Sudden.

A foreign gangster restrained his smile.

A trace of coldness flashed across his face.

He ran out with a baseball bat in his hand.

It hit Su Zheng directly on the head.

"court death!"

Yell.

There is no hold back at all.

In foreign countries, beating someone to death is simply a normal thing.

Especially these bastards.

I have long been familiar with how to exonerate myself.

Su Zheng still didn't look up.

The seven punks behind the baseball punk laughed even louder.

"Haha! Did that yellow-skinned boy get scared stupid?"

"should be!"

"Rubbish!"

Someone even blew the whistle of victory, with an extremely arrogant posture.

Seeing this, Qin Hao didn't feel too nervous, after all, he knew Su Zheng's fighting skills.

really.

Seeing that the baseball bat was about to fall to his head, Su Zheng's arm suddenly stuck out, and the top of the bat was firmly held by Su Zheng in his hand.

No matter how hard the foreign gangster tried, he couldn't break free.

Su Zheng raised his foot just to mention it.

The bastard's eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs seemed to be squeezed out.

Bloodshot.

The whole person looks more like being hit by a truck.

Fly back directly.

Blood sprayed from the mouth.

It fell directly in front of several laughing gangsters.