"What's wrong with Mr. Du? What are you looking at?" asked the young man next to Du Hao, looking at Du Hao's gaze, and saw a man and a woman. When he saw the woman, the young man's gaze lit up.

"Mr. Du likes that woman?" The young man looked playful.

Du Hao was so angry that he finally couldn't help it. He yelled at the young man next to him, "Look at your mother, that's my mother!"

The young man was confused and then said a little embarrassedly, "I don't know, Mr. Du, don't be angry, who is the man next to him?"

Du Hao gritted his teeth, "Pang Shan, do me a favor. Now you will take someone to kill that man. I will take care of the funeral. From now on, you come to Tianlan City and I will protect you. Just mention my name if you have any questions."

Pang Shan hesitated for a moment, but he was still a little puzzled, "Mr. Du, this is Tianlan City, not my home court, you don't dare to do it, how dare I mess with him?"

Du Hao's face was gloomy, "I don't move because I'm afraid of scaring my mother! Remember, don't scare my mother?"

Pang Shan looked like I understood, "So that's it. OK, don't worry, brother, I'll do it now. Just a little chewy face, I will definitely do it clearly for Mr. Du."

"How many people are needed, I'll call you!" Du Hao clenched his fists.

Pang Shan smiled indifferently, patted the fat fat man behind him who was not tall and always had a smile on his face, "Fatty man is a Taekwondo ninth dan. It's not a slap in his face. Don't worry, we are enough. I have practiced for a few days. Seeing his pussy, I can't stand my hungry slap when I'm full. Mr. Du, just wait for me to return triumphantly."

Du Hao nodded, "I'll wait for you in the private room."

Wang Lang took Tong Yaru into the box. Tong Yaru was like a curious baby, touching here and touching there. After Wang Lang picked up the song, Tong Yaru took off her coat and stood next to a microphone stand, "Thank you for coming to my concert. Today I will bring you a few songs, I hope you can like it."

Wang Lang applauded and made the atmosphere full. Wang Lang, one audience member, started the self-entertainment mode again.

Tong Yaru cleared her throat and sang an older song first, a Cantonese song called "Some Years".

The voice is quiet and quiet, and Tong Yaru's sweet appearance and princess-like temperament, the combination complements each other, making it hard to believe that there will be such a crystal clear woman in this world.

The waiter who delivered the fruit plate couldn't help but grind it for a while before the coach left without feeling hot.

Wang Lang waved his hand to Tong Yaru below like a little fan. The light inside was not on. Wang Lang turned on the mobile phone light and waved left and right, and finally downloaded a software. The words Tong Yaru and Tong Juxing were displayed on the screen of the mobile phone.

Tong Yaru smiled sweetly and said in Cantonese, "Thank you, thank you."

While the two were playing, the door suddenly opened, and five people came in from outside.

Wang Lang glanced casually. The leader was a blue-haired young man. His expression felt like he was the young master in the whole world and he was the boss and no one looked like he was born.

Behind him were the smiling fat man and a few young men with bad looks.

Tong Yaru's singing stopped and she looked at the group of people nervously.

Pang Shan tilted his head, and the smiling fat man came up and said politely to Wang Lang, "Please go out with us."

Wang Lang stood up and signaled Tong Yaru not to follow him, and followed a few young men out.

As soon as he left the door, Pang Shan, who was following Wang Lang's butt, suddenly attacked and punched Wang Lang's spine on the back of his neck.

I heard a snap.

Wang Lang turned around in a daze and saw Pang Shan, whose face was deformed with pain, covering his fists, "Little brother, what are you doing?"

Pang Shan felt that he had hit the iron plate just now, and he shouted angrily, "Boll!"

The fat man didn't talk nonsense, nor did he have any extra tricks. He was killer moves, and it was fast and accurate. Don't look at the fat, he was a flexible one.

Taekwondo is mainly in the legs. The fat man's two big and thick legs are so flexible that it is simply outrageous. He thrusts endlessly, hitting the fingers, hitting the fingers up and down, using both fists and feet, and his strength and speed are not bad.

When Wang Lang fought with the fat man, the rest of the people made way for the position to avoid being affected.

But even a fool could see that Wang Lang, who only had one hand, had the absolute advantage, and his free hand took out a cigarette box from his pocket and lit a cigarette.

The fat man's kung fu is okay, but his mind is not good. After a while, when he saw Wang Lang calm and striding leisurely, his heart began to get confused, and the power and speed of his attack would be affected.

As he fought, Wang Lang kicked it.

On Pang Shan's face, whose instep was right outside the battle circle, Pang Shan flew out and his head hit the wall and sat on the ground dizzy, his face full of confusion.

My heart was full of black questions. I was obviously excited to watch outside. What happened to this sudden foot?

The fat man shouted angrily, his strength was a little stronger, and Wang Lang blocked it casually, and the fat man kept shouting angrily.

This kind of angrily yelling while beating is actually scientifically based. When a person yells when he is working without load, ten percent of his muscles can increase the contraction speed of nine percent and fourteen percent when he is working with load.

This is why athletes sometimes like to scream. One is that the atmosphere is really here, and the other is to increase the speed of muscle contraction.

When the fat man yelled angrily, the door of the box opened and Tong Yaru walked out of it.

"Don't fight." Tong Yaru said anxiously.

Wang Lang had no intention of teasing the fat man anymore. When the fat man flew over, Wang Lang held one of the fat man's ankles, stretched one of his legs straight, and tried his best to swing from one end to the other.

The fat man, who was about 200 pounds, was directly hit on the ground, and his head was facing the ground, and he was immediately bleeded, with blood flowing from his nose.

Wang Lang walked straight towards Pangshan, and the remaining few protected Pangshan nervously. Wang Lang went forward and backward, so that when Wang Lang passed by, the few people were almost against the wall, and Pangshan, who was protecting them, was even squeezed against the wall.

"Do we know each other?" Wang Lang slapped and shook a few people protecting Pang Shan and squatted in front of Pang Shan.

Pang Shan didn't speak, staring at Wang Lang with a resentful look on his face.

Wang Lang grinned at Pang Shan, and his fingers quickly stroked Pang Shan's lips.

Pang Shan groaned and covered his mouth in pain. He felt a burning pain, and there was a feeling of only one mouth that would hurt in his head.

Wang Lang asked again, "Do we know each other?"

Pang Shan didn't say anything, Wang Lang grabbed Pang Shan's hair and pressed it against the wall, and his fingers quickly stroked Pang Shan's lips again.

That kind of hot pain Pang Shan will never forget for his life.

"I have to ask you three times?" Wang Lang raised his hand and prepared to do it again.

"I don't know." Pang Shan spoke, his speech was very vague. His lips hurt so much that he didn't dare to put them together, so he could only speak with his mouth open.

"If you don't know me, come and hit me? It's fun? It's interesting? If you know a little kung fu, you will bully whoever you want?" Wang Lang patted Pang Shan's cheek.

"It was Mr. Du who asked me to come."
Chapter completed!