Goddaughter CEO fishes for Qin Xun and Xia Ning

Two black bodyguards walked towards Qin Xun and saw him glaring with anger and mumbling a few words. They felt that "Don't eat the sour radish" sounded familiar, but they didn't understand a word of it.

They knew that it was not a good thing to say, so they quickened their pace and surrounded Qin Xun from the left and right.

Qin Xun was not panicked at all. He raised his fists to protect his head, swayed left and right, and moved forward with nimble steps.

When the two bodyguards saw this posture, they knew that Qin Xun had some kung fu skills. They smiled at each other, and raised their hands to make boxing gestures in tacit understanding.

They are all retired boxers. They are Taro's bodyguards in public and Taro's sparring partners in private. Faced with Qin Xun's reckless provocation, they want to play with him.

suddenly!

Their eyes blurred and they saw a fist coming towards them.

"Pa" and "Pa" sounds were heard as they were punched on the head. They saw stars, staggered, and fell to the ground.

Not far away, Taro's expression froze and he clenched his fists reflexively.

Master!

This is a master!

Qin Xun took advantage of the victory and chased after him, shouting loudly.

"Don't eat the sour radish!"

He leaped high, bent his legs in the air, and aimed his knees at the bodyguard lying on the ground.

A tall guy jumped up and kneed the opponent. This ferocious and vicious way of attack was a foul and was simply murderous.

People around were shocked.

Xia Ning shouted.

"stop!"

The manager was so scared that he stamped his feet like crazy, clenched his fists against his chest, and screamed like a girl.

“Ah…Ah~~~Ah!!!”

A moment.

Qin Xun landed on the ground, his legs spread out diagonally on the floor in an M shape like a 2D girl.

His knees didn't hit the bodyguards' faces, but... his butt was sitting firmly on one of the bodyguards' faces.

The people around were stunned by this scene.

This……

Fuck!

Although no one's life was taken.

But social death is also death!

Qin Xun sat for a second, felt his butt a little uncomfortable, stood up, looked back at the unconscious bodyguard, and whispered.

"Saury!"

manager:"……"

Is he still sorry?

Does an apology help?

There was a burst of dense footsteps, accompanied by repeated "fuck" sounds.

The onlookers looked over and saw Taro's remaining six bodyguards running over together. On the way, they took off their suits that were in the way.

Some people threw away their suits and tore their shirts, revealing their chests full of breast hair.

Someone bared his teeth and roared like a wild beast.

Someone was waving his arms like a fan.

The six strong bodyguards charged forward together, like a galloping dump truck, scaring the onlookers so much that they always made way for them.

At the end of the road, there was Qin Xun with a calm expression.

Qin Xun sneered, and instead of retreating, he rushed towards the bodyguard with his fists raised.

A left hook and a yell.

"Sorry!"

One mark right hook.

"Sorry!"

An uppercut.

"Sorry!"

A left hook.

"Sorry!"

A right hook.

"Sorry!"

A jab.

"Sorry!"

The onlookers only saw Qin Xun saying "sorry" one by one and punching each bodyguard. After a while, all six bodyguards who rushed over collapsed to the ground.

They were so frightened that their faces twitched, and they retreated at the same time to avoid being accidentally injured by the killing-crazed Qin Xun.

Qin Xun knocked down the bodyguard and walked towards Taro at the door without stopping. The club staff who were leading the way for Taro were so scared that they fled in all directions.

Only Taylor, his white translator, and his agent stood there.

Soon, Qin Xun walked in front of Taro and slowly glanced at the three of them.

The white translator was nervous, swallowed his saliva, and said.

"My friend, if you hit them, you can't hit me!"

Qin Xun: "..."

I never expected that this translator also learned the essence of Dragon Country culture.

Taro's agent said a lot of gibberish, his fair skin turned red with excitement, and he spoke very quickly, all words of strong condemnation.

Taro looked at the masked man in front of him, clenched his fists lightly, and an impulse ignited in his body, like a volcano about to erupt.

Professional boxers would be banned if they fought in private, but Qin Xun just knocked down eight bodyguards easily and cleanly, which activated the fighting genes in his body.

Tolerate……

I can't help it.

I just want to have a discussion with you.

This guy is strong, but I am stronger!

Taro took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"What do you want?"

Qin Xun looked down at Taro's clenched fist and said with a smile.

"Youcanyouup, nocannobb!"

Taylor frowned slightly, thinking about the meaning of this English sentence, but he still couldn't figure it out. After hearing the translator's translation.

He glared angrily.

"Are you sure?"

Qin Xun stretched out his fingers and touched the back of Taro's fist, making Taro feel numb and itchy.

"Yes, Iam!"

Taylor slowly lowered his head, watching Qin Xun's fingers gently rubbing the back of his fist, feeling greatly insulted.

Even a clay man has some temper, let alone a boxer who fights for a living?

Taylor yelled and raised his fist to swing at Qin Xun's face. As soon as he made the move, he regretted it and felt that he might have been tricked.

He had just signed a competition contract today, and someone came to provoke him in the evening, trying to provoke him to hurt someone. If he hurt someone, he would be involved in a lawsuit and would not be able to participate in the competition.

That would require a penalty of 3 million RMB!

Just as Taylor was regretting, he found that his punch missed and Qin Xun barely dodged it by brushing past his fist.

What shocked him even more was that he clearly saw his fist was only halfway out before Qin Xun started to dodge.

That person seems to be confident?

Like cat playing with mouse?

Taylor lowered his fist.

Seeing that he had a cold face and was unwilling to fight anymore, Qin Xun pointed at the bodyguards lying on the floor behind him and said.

"What's the difference between you and them?"

Taro didn't understand what this sentence meant, but he knew it was a mockery, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Qin Xun turned around and raised an eyebrow at Taylor's translator, signaling him to translate his words verbatim.

The white translator turned his head away and ignored Qin Xun.

He noticed from the corner of his eye that Qin Xun was staring at him, so he turned his head and tried to persuade him in standard Mandarin.

"This gentleman."

"Tairo is known as the Mad Dog. Once he starts to get serious and enters the violent mode of the game, you will not be able to walk out of the stadium standing today."

"I don't know who commissioned you and how much money you received to come here to provoke Taro, but I advise you to be on your own."

“The saddest thing in life is to earn money but not be able to spend it.”

Qin Xun was a little annoyed. He was so mean, but why couldn't he provoke Taro to take action?

Can it be any more cheap?

This... I'm not very good at it!

Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw Xia Ning running towards him in her high heels.

She grabbed Qin Xun's hand, pulled it back hard, and said.

"Almost done!"

Qin Xun refused and said.

"Ningning, this translator said that Taro's nickname is 'Mad Dog'. He's trying to scare me!"

"Who doesn't have a nickname?"

He pulled Xia Ning over and said.

"Tell them what my nickname is?"

"Scare them to death!"