The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Zheng Jiahao got a wheelchair from somewhere and pushed it to Liu Qiming's side.

Mashan nodded gratefully to him.

This is what he likes about Zheng Jiahao. He is smart and sensible and will always appear when you need him most. The key is that this guy looks so slippery, but he is very loyal.

As the former right-hand man of Ma Shan, after the change of scenery in Haojiang, not only was he fine, but he also brought a bunch of gangsters to mess up his situation, which is enough to prove his ability.

As for Liu Qiming being killed like this, he didn't lend a helping hand. It wasn't that he was indifferent and refused to help, but that he really couldn't help.

He knew very well that Liu Qiming was a target, which not only frustrated the people of Haojiang, but also fished out those who were loyal to Mr. Ma or who sympathized with them.

Of course Zheng Jiahao would not throw himself into a trap.

"Qiming, get up!" Ma Shan did not help Liu Qiming, but patted the wheelchair and asked him to sit in by himself.

Liu Qiming hesitated for a moment, and finally tried to get up.

The forearm of his hand rested on the wheelchair, supporting his body as he tried to stand up.

But because his hamstring was also broken, he couldn't stand and couldn't hold his hands. The wheelchair slipped sideways and he fell to the ground again.

Liu Qiming heard people's uproar, including ridicule and pity.

These sounds were like needles piercing his heart.

He lay on the ground, looked at Ma Shan, and smiled bitterly: "Master Ma, please let me go."

"No!" Ma Shan almost roared, "Liu Qiming! Stand up for me! Stand up like a man! Isn't it just a broken tendon? I was disemboweled and had my heart ripped out, now Aren’t you living well? Stand up for me!”

Liu Qiming was shocked, and he mustered up his courage again, trembling, and wanted to get up.

At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd. A white man and a few men separated from the crowd and came out. He asked in blunt Chinese: "What's going on with the noise?"

Someone whispered something in his ear.

"Oh, so this is the famous Mr. Ma!" the white security manager said with a smile on his face, "Do you want to take this loser away? Very good! But this man owes us money, and our boss is merciful and lets him He washes cars here to pay off his debts. If you want to take him away, pay back the money first."

Ma Shan ignored him and just encouraged Liu Qiming with his eyes.

Liu Qiming lay on the wheelchair, with a painful expression on his face, and moved into the chair bit by bit with difficulty, but the wheelchair slipped away again and he fell down again.

People couldn't help but sigh when they saw it. Even the people who had just laughed at him felt compassion and were full of sympathy and pity.

Ma Shan's heart finally softened, he sighed, and wanted to help him, but Liu Qiming gently shook him away: "Master Ma, let me do it by myself."

His throat was a little hoarse and his voice was calm. The expression on his face was still twisted and painful, but Ma Shan saw determination and courage in his eyes.

Ma Shan's eyes were also red, he clenched his fists, and silently cheered for Liu Qiming in his heart.

The white security manager's sneer sounded again: "What game are you playing? Isn't it fun to watch this loser climb up and down? Why not go home and watch your dog have sex!"

The security guards and goons he brought laughed loudly.

Ma Shan turned around suddenly and looked at the security manager.

The security manager smiled contemptuously and said: "What are you doing? Do you want to hit me? I heard that you are very good at fighting, and I am also very good at fighting. Or we can compete, and if you beat me..."

Before he could finish his words, Mashan took action.

Mashan grabbed his arm and twisted it twice. He kicked his legs with two more kicks. Then he twisted his hands and feet behind his back, stretched them into a knot, and threw them to the ground.

The strong white man turned into a round ball and started wailing on the ground.

Yinsha's security guards and thugs were frightened and wanted to come to help, but they were afraid. Besides, this spherical person really doesn’t know how to support him.

Most of the onlookers felt relieved. It had been a long time since the people of Haojiang had such a happy time in front of Bai Pi.

Liu Qiming finally climbed onto the wheelchair and sat up straight, his chest heaving violently. He didn't know whether it was because he had exhausted all his strength or because he was excited when he saw Ma Shan cripple the security manager.

The movement here naturally alarmed the people inside Yinsha, and a large number of security guards and thugs rushed out and surrounded them.

Many of these people are old people who used to live in Yinsha, and they continue to work in Yinsha due to livelihood constraints. For many people, survival is the first priority, and it doesn't matter who is the boss.

Zheng Jiahao pointed at their noses and cursed: "You heartless people, when Master Ma treated you badly, why are you willing to be white-skinned lackeys? Now that Master Ma is back, it's up to you what to do!" "

Many of the security guards began to hesitate.

Ma Shan waved his hand and said: "Jiahao, don't scare them, they are just working."

Zheng Jiahao curled his lips with some disdain, but he no longer made things difficult for them.

The security guards breathed a sigh of relief.

Ma Shan walked behind Liu Qiming, pushed the wheelchair with his own hands, and walked towards the gate of Yinsha.

"Qiming, tonight, we are going to win back everything we have lost, including capital and profits!"

"Master Ma, I will try my best." Liu Qiming said.

"It's not about trying your best, it's about necessity!" Mashan emphasized.

Liu Qiming glanced at his hands leaning on the armrests of his wheelchair: "I believe Mr. Ma can do it, and I will do my best to cooperate with you."

Ma Shan stopped, raised his head and looked at the building of Silver Sands Entertainment City and said, "No, Qiming, I will cooperate with you if you want. The protagonist tonight is you!"

"Me?" Liu Qiming looked at Ma Shan in disbelief, and then followed Ma Shan's gaze towards the Yinsha building.

On the building, neon lights flashed.

Mashan continued to push the wheelchair forward.

The crowd automatically separated into a path.

Zheng Jiahao had an idea, took out his mobile phone and played the familiar BGM.

In a daze, Liu Qiming felt like he was back at the gambling table.

Those long-lost dice, poker, and mahjong are now alive in front of my eyes.

Many more Yinsha thugs rushed out to stop them.

Different from the low-level security guards just now, these are new forces cultivated by the new boss.

But before they could reach Liu Qiming's wheelchair, they flew out one by one and lay all the way like dead pigs.

The door of Yinsha opened, and several black muzzles appeared at the same time.

The gunmen were all foreigners, wearing professional black suits.

There was a row of people in camouflage and heavily armed behind them. They were all strong and capable, with murderous expressions on their faces, as if they had just come off the battlefield.

A tall white man holding a cigar came out, glanced at Ma Shan, took the cigar out of his mouth, blew out the smoke contemptuously, and then put out the cigar on the back of the hand of the man in black holding a gun next to him.

The man in black didn't even blink.

"Are you Mashan?" The tall white man's voice was filled with innate arrogance.

Ma Shan looked at him coldly: "You are not qualified to talk to me. Call your manager."

"Sorry, I'm the manager here. Let me introduce myself, my name is Mike." Mark's tone was frivolous, "Mr. Ma, do you want to challenge me? But as far as I know, you don't know how to gamble."

"It's not me, it's him." Mashan gently pushed the wheelchair forward.

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Mike glanced at the dirty Liu Qiming in the wheelchair, his eyes full of disdain.