I was caught fishing at work, and I dragged the female CEO into the water with my backhand.

The shouting here attracted the attention of all the staff of the club. More than a dozen people put down their work and quietly gathered over to watch the fun.

Xia Ning sat in the rest area, his view blocked. He didn't want to squeeze, but he felt itchy inside.

She looked around and her eyes fell on the sofa. She thought it was not a good idea to stand on it, but then she thought that since you follow your husband wherever he goes, you can't blame yourself.

It’s all Qin Xun’s fault!

Xia Ning took off her high heels, stepped onto the sofa and looked over, frowning slightly.

Qin Xun took medicine today, why is he so strong?

When no one was paying attention, a small drone was hovering outside the window, spying on everything inside.

Peep, super professional!

Qin Xun saw a group of staff members surrounding him, so he jumped back, glared at the manager, pointed at his nose and cursed.

"What do you mean?"

"I smashed a few of your broken sandbags, and now you guys are not willing to pay me, so you guys are going to beat me up?"

"How can I be afraid of you?"

His voice grew louder.

"I'm telling you."

"I was born in a vast snowy land, and since I was young, I have been fighting just to survive."

"Human beings have seven emotions and six desires."

"When thirteen emotions are added together."

"I understand the meaning of my fist, the White Dragon destined by fate..."

The manager had a bitter face, raised his hands in front of his chest in a gesture of surrender, and said hurriedly.

"Mr. Qin, please stop shouting into the microphone."

Qin Xun: "..."

A little embarrassing.

The manager's voice was filled with tears.

"I didn't ask you to pay me!"

"I dare not let you lose money!"

Qin Xun pointed at the sandbag beside him and said.

"You didn't want me to pay you back, but you chose the most expensive sandbag for me to hit. It broke when I hit it. Tell me what's going on?"

"Are you scamming someone?"

The manager said urgently.

"No, no, I wouldn't dare."

Qin Xun said: "No?"

"So what you mean is that I am scamming you?"

The manager became even more panicked.

"I dare not, I dare not, I dare not even more!"

"Mr. Qin, with your social prestige, talent, and financial resources, it is a blessing for us to be able to visit our shop."

"How could you do such a dirty thing as scamming someone for a few dollars?"

"You have always been a righteous person, known as the Living Buddha. How could you do something like this that would end your lineage?"

Qin Xun: "..."

These words are somewhat presumptuous!

When people around heard the words "Mr. Qin", "talent" and "Living Buddha", they couldn't help but guess who this mysterious man in the mask was.

In the entire Longguo talent pool, who can beat Qin Xun in the abstract field?

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the venue.

A dozen employees whispered to each other, and they all understood why the usually hot-tempered manager had become as humble as a lapdog.

With Qin Xun's influence, if he said something bad about the venue, the store's business would be ruined by half.

Qin Xun couldn't bear to see the manager looking so pitiful.

But before Taro arrived, before he was scared to death and had to withdraw from the competition and pay the penalty, how could he be soft-hearted and leave?

Do I really have to beat Taro up on stage in seven days and make him take the money for nothing?

no way!

Qin Xun had no choice but to continue playing the role of a scoundrel, but fortunately he was very good at it.

"I came here just for your reputation, but you treat me with this rubbish?"

"Can this be called hospitality?"

"My second aunt's pants, which she wore for eighty years, never got torn this easily!"

The manager was scolded so much that he didn't dare to talk back. He just rubbed his hands nervously and smiled with a bitter face.

Qin Xun felt bored performing a one-man show and even felt a little guilty.

Suddenly, he saw a group of people walking in at the door.

The first few people leading the way were staff members wearing boxing club uniforms, followed by eight tall and strong black bodyguards wearing black suits and black sunglasses.

Among the eight bodyguards, there were three people.

A strong, bald black man, it was Taro.

Taylor was closely followed by a white man who was his translator, and another white man who was his agent.

Taro is very tall, with a huge waist. He doesn't have the kind of tendon meat with clear lines, but the kind of fat-wrapped muscles that can carry and fight.

He looked sternly at Qin Xun, a hint of doubt flashing across his face.

Qin Xun saw Taylor coming and shouted at the top of his voice.

"You can host Taro, but you can't host me?"

"Isn't this bullying an honest person?"

As he said this, he kicked the broken part of the sandbag.

With a "bang" sound, the sandbag was torn apart, and some pieces of cowhide, grains, and other sandbag fillings spilled out.

“Is this really a boxing gym with such a rubbish punching bag?”

"Is Taro really here to fight?"

Doorway.

When Taro saw the damaged sandbag, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"My hair!"

People outside the industry always think that top boxers can blow up a sandbag with one punch, but only people in the industry know that sandbags are designed to withstand thousands of heavy punches.

Taylor had only broken a few low-quality sandbags before he became famous, and he never broke any sandbag again after he became famous.

Sandbags are always replaced before they break.

He had personally felt the sandbags of this club and knew that they were of top quality. How could they be broken by just a kick?

Taylor carefully recalled Qin Xun's kick and suddenly smiled.

Although that kid's kick was very fast, his posture was not in line with scientific force and he definitely couldn't break a sandbag with his kick.

This person wears a mask and dares not show his true face to others.

Are these Dragon people acting?

Taylor has seen many fanatical fans in his life.

Some said they loved him, some said they wanted to marry him, some said they wanted to lick his vagina, some showed off their muscles in front of him. There were countless monsters and demons.

However, this was the first time he had seen such an exaggerated and unrealistic drama.

Taylor found this interesting, and reached out to stop the bodyguard who was about to clear the area, and whispered in English.

"Relax, let me see what they're going to do?"

Qin Xun saw that Taylor's attention was drawn and he continued to perform, shouting loudly.

"Such a rubbish sandbag definitely won't support Taro's boxing. Tell me, is this a boxing gym disguised as a brothel?"

"Is this a brothel?"

The manager had noticed Taylor's arrival a long time ago, but he didn't dare to leave because Qin Xun was pestering him. When he heard Qin Xun say such vicious words, his face turned pale.

He waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, that's not happening!"

Qin Xun gave the manager a sympathetic look, ready to comfort him afterwards and make him feel happy to the sky.

Doorway.

After listening to Qin Xun's words translated by the translator, Taylor's face darkened and he spoke in English.

"What a boring provocation."

"Throw him out!"

Two tall bodyguards walked quickly towards Qin Xun.

Xia Ning's heart tightened, she jumped off the sofa, and trotted towards Qin Xun in her black stockings.

When the manager saw them coming towards him aggressively, he turned pale with fright. He ran up to them, opened his arms and said.

“easy!”

“easy!”

"It is ok!"

The two black bodyguards ignored him and pushed the manager, causing him to stagger and fall towards Qin Xun.

Qin Xun stretched out his right hand and put his arm around the manager's waist, leaning slightly over, and spoke as gently as if he was looking at a lover.

“easy!”

“easy!”

"It is ok!"

The manager felt Qin Xun's warm big hand on his waist, and he got goose bumps all over his body, and his anus clenched tightly.

Qin Xun helped the manager up, glared at the two black bodyguards who were approaching, and spoke loudly.

"Don't eat the sour radish!"

"Can I still let you bully me in the territory of Dragon Country?"