The fur general of the pirate navy

"it is good!"

Wang Baihai nodded, then took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. He whispered a few words. After hanging up the phone, he looked at Song Yan contemptuously and said, "Boy, if you kneel down and apologize to my wife, it's not too late." , otherwise, if you wait a little longer, you won’t have a chance to apologize even if you want to!”

"I don't believe it!" Song Yan smiled and shook his head.

"Hmph!" Wang Baihai snorted coldly: "Then we'll see."

In the blink of an eye, ten minutes passed, and then I saw a young man wearing sunglasses striding toward the Chanel store with seven or eight people.

"Mr. Wang, who is this blind person who offended you?" The young man in sunglasses took off his glasses and said to Wang Baihai with a smile.

Wang Bohai glanced at Song Yan.

Immediately, the young man in sunglasses turned his attention to Song Yan. Then, he strode up to Song Yan and said with a strange smile: "Boy, you are the one who offended Mr. Wang!"

"So what?" Song Yan said lightly.

"Good question!"

The young man in sunglasses clapped his hands nervously: "Mr. Wang is my eldest brother's distinguished guest, and my eldest brother is very hospitable, so if someone offends his guest, he will be very angry. Once he is angry, he will tell me, the younger brother, to go Kill people!"

"Then who is your eldest brother?" Song Yan asked calmly.

"Chao! Do you, a little brat like you, know my eldest brother's identity?" Without any warning, the young man in sunglasses yelled and slapped Song Yan on the cheek.

"Oh!"

However, there was one person who was faster than him. As soon as he waved his hand, a small foot landed on his lower abdomen. With a muffled sound, the body of the young man in sunglasses flew out and landed several meters away.

"Brother Ding!"

Seeing this scene, the seven or eight people who followed the young man in sunglasses were greatly surprised.

"Fuck you, if you dare to sneak up on me, come on and teach this couple a lesson!" Ding Mingcheng got up from the ground and roared with a ferocious look on his face.

Suddenly, the seven or eight men rushed toward Song Yan and Zhao Xiaoyu.

Seeing this, Song Yan took a step back and landed behind Zhao Xiaoyu.

Seeing him actually hiding behind the woman, several female shopping guides in the store showed a hint of disdain.

But Zhao Xiaoyu knew that Song Yan was definitely not afraid when he stepped back. With his skills, how could he be afraid of a few ordinary gangsters.

As his thoughts were turbulent, Zhao Xiaoyu's figure suddenly floated out, broke into the seven or eight gangsters, and flew with his palms...

"Bang! Bang!"

The two gangsters flew away in response. At the same time, Zhao Xiaoyu took two steps back to avoid the fists of the other two people. Then, her legs flew out.

"Boom!"

Two more people flew away in response.

The next moment, Zhao Xiaoyu jumped forward and threw out his two arms, hitting the chests of the other two gangsters with a bang. Suddenly, the other gangsters screamed and flew out, landing right at the feet of Wang Baihai and the woman. The woman screamed.

As for the last gangster, he was frightened as soon as he came into contact with Zhao Xiaoyu's eyes, turned around and ran away.

"Humph!"

Zhao Xiaoyu curled his lips in disdain, caught up with the opponent in a flash, and slashed his neck with a hand knife, causing the opponent to faint gloriously.

At this moment, Ding Mingcheng, a young man in sunglasses, rushed out with a bright dagger in his hand. Like a poisonous snake, he quietly stabbed Zhao Xiaoyu's vest.

"careful!"

A shopping guide couldn't help shouting.

"puff!"

The dagger passed by Zhao Xiaoyu, and at the same time, Ding Mingcheng was also whipped away by Zhao Xiaoyu with a dragon tail swing.

"How about it?"

Zhao Xiaoyu asked Song Yan as if he was taking credit.

"Yes, Sister Xiaoyu's skills are getting better and better." Song Yan clapped his hands and praised.

"You can talk!" Zhao Xiaoyu smiled proudly, and then looked at Wang Baihai and the woman: "Do you still have anyone? Call them all together! This girl is just warming up!"

Wang Baihai: "..."

Ten minutes later, Zhao Xiaoyu dragged Song Yan into a men's clothing store, then picked out a casual suit and threw it to Song Yan: "Take it and change it."

"it is good!"

Song Yan did not refuse and entered the fitting room with a casual suit.

When he walked out of the fitting room, the eyes of all the shopping guides lit up, and one of them even said to Zhao Xiaoyu enviously: "Miss, your boyfriend looks really good in this outfit!"

"Really?" Zhao Xiaoyu blushed slightly, but felt quite sweet in her heart, and then handed the shopping guide a bank card: "Go and pay the bill!"

Song Yan did not refuse this. Money was just a number to him. What's more, his relationship with Zhao Xiaoyu didn't even care about the cost of a piece of clothing.

After wandering around the mall for a while, Song Yan and Zhao Xiaoyu walked out of the mall together.

Just the moment they walked out of the mall, a van sped up and stopped in front of them with a screeching sound. The door opened and two men with knives jumped out of the car.

"do not move!"

A knife was placed on Song Yan's neck, while another person tried to put the knife on Zhao Xiaoyu's neck but failed. The other person had to swing the knife to slash Zhao Xiaoyu who was retreating.

"Humph!"

Zhao Xiaoyu, who was retreating, suddenly stopped and kicked the man's knife-holding wrist with his right foot.

Suddenly, the long knife in his hand flew away and fell to the ground with a clang.

"Girl, if you don't want your boyfriend to die, just stop it!" The man holding a knife on Song Yan's neck saw his companion's knife being kicked away, and hurriedly threatened Zhao Xiaoyu in a cold voice.

With Song Yan's skill, how could someone hold a knife to his neck?

Zhao Xiaoyu was a little confused, but suddenly found that Song Yan was blinking at her, and she immediately understood that this guy was probably doing it on purpose.

So, she simply gave up her resistance.

The two were taken into the van and their hands and feet were bound and black hoods were put on them.

Half an hour later, the van drove into the warehouse of an abandoned factory in the suburbs.

At this moment, there was a wooden table placed in the center of the warehouse. There were two people sitting on both sides of the table. One was Wang Baihai, and the other was a fat middle-aged man with a mustache and a faint twinkle in his small eyes.

Ding Mingcheng, a young man in sunglasses who had been taught a lesson by Zhao Xiaoyu before, stood behind the middle-aged man with a very respectful expression.

"Brother Ye, when will we arrive?" Wang Baihai suddenly asked.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, it will be soon!"

As soon as the middle-aged man with a mustache finished speaking, a group of people came in escorting a man and a woman.

"Mr. Wang, look, isn't this person here?"

Seeing this, Wang Baihai couldn't help but laugh and said: "Brother Ye is really awesome, he deserves to be the number one person in Xiangcheng!"

"Mr. Wang, be careful! Mr. Ye does not deserve this title!"

Ye Tianwei said solemnly, with a hint of taboo in his eyes.

"Did I make a mistake?" Wang Baihai asked with some confusion.

Ye Tianwei was silent for a moment before saying: "Mr. Wang is not from our circle, and he doesn't understand some things, but you have to know that in Xiangcheng, both black and white, the Nangong family is respected, and I, Ye Tianwei, am just begging for food under the Nangong family. Just eat!”

four shifts