The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 832 Are You Touching My Woman?
Chapter 830 Three Are You Touching My Woman?
Seeing so many southerners rushing over, Wang Sangui shook his golf club and shouted:

"Mr. Tang, Mr. Han, hurry up and let me stop them."

Not to mention that he wanted wealth and wealth, even Jin Zhihao's face made him steadfastly protect the two women.

"Boss Wang!"

Han Ziqi was slightly taken aback when he saw this.

She didn't have a good impression of Wang Sangui, and the two had even had conflicts, but seeing him stand in front of her, she was still a little moved.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!"

Wang Sangui roared, "Go find Mr. Ye!"

Although Wang Sangui has no skills, successful people always pay attention to physical exercise, so he is still half a point better than ordinary people.

"Go to hell!"

Therefore, when a young man from the southern country rushed to the front, Wang Sangui immediately slapped the opponent's knee with a stick.

The young man from the southern country fell to the ground with a plop.

Wang Sangui took the opportunity to take a step forward, and hit his opponent on the chin with a fluent swing, sending the fierce young man flying.

He then swung back again, hitting one of the attackers in the neck.

The other party collapsed instantly.

But before Wang Sangui was happy, a fist hit him hard on the shoulder, and at the same time, two feet kicked him hard in the abdomen.

Wang Sangui immediately staggered back, swinging the cue like crazy to intimidate his opponent.

It hurts to hit someone with a hard club.

Jin Zhihao supported Tang Yanxi to stand up and shouted: "You idiots, don't you know how to take things too?"

One word awakened the dreamer, a dozen southerners were holding clubs, some were swinging stools, and some were carrying sun umbrellas.

Then they roared and surrounded them.

"Come on!"

Wang Sangui shouted to Han Ziqi and Tang Ruoxue again: "Let's go."

"go!"

Tang Ruoxue decisively pulled Han Ziqi back to the hotel lobby.

On the way, she wanted to take out her mobile phone to make a call, but found that the mobile phone had been dropped in the confusion.

Fortunately, Han Ziqi was still holding her cell phone, so she quickly called Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, something happened...

When they retreated nearly [-] meters behind them, Wang Sangui was kicked to the ground.

Golf clubs have long been out of hands.

Wang Sangui kept waving his hands to protect his vitals, preventing hard objects from injuring his eyes or heart.

Facing the crazy siege of more than a dozen southerners, he knew that he had no chance and was unlikely to fight back.

All you have to do now is protect yourself.

"Hit him! Hit him!"

The chaos and gang fights at the scene made Jin Zhihao lose his mind.

He didn't know who trampled on someone's dignity, and he didn't think about the consequences.

All he knew was that he, Jin Zhihao, had suffered a lot of humiliation today, was slapped three times by two women, and was slapped with a club by the waste of the Wang family.

He only knew that if he stabbed through the sky in Hong Kong City, nothing would happen to him.

At this moment, Wang Sangui had been knocked down to the ground, and he didn't know how many times he had been kicked and punched.

It took a full 10 minutes before he felt his fists stop.

It's just that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his whole body was covered with blood, and two bones were broken.

Unprecedented embarrassment and uselessness.

The chaos stagnated after Jin Zhihao and the others had vented their anger, and there were more than a dozen people in disorder.

During the period, the golf course staff rushed over to stop it but to no avail.

The beautiful and sexy stadium manager accompanied the smiling face, and was slapped twice by Jin Zhihao, and finally covered his face and hid in the corner to cry.

Most of the security guards who persuaded the fight were also beaten.

"Damn, can you still move?"

Jin Zhihao picked up a chair and slammed it on the back of Wang Sangui who was trying to get up.

With a click, the chair fell apart, Wang Sangui also groaned, and fell back to the ground, completely unable to get up.

Several southerners grinned and stepped forward, stepping on Wang Sangui's limbs.

"Wang Sangui..."

"You are so fucking brave. You dare to let go of the two women I like, and you dare to fight with me. How does it feel to be beaten like a dead dog by me now?"

"How? Are you not convinced?"

"I'm so unconvinced. I know you are the nephew of the five families. If you call in some experts from the Wang family, I will definitely be beaten to the ground by you."

"Or ask Wang Qiaochu to negotiate, you will definitely make me miserable."

Jin Zhihao smiled and said:
"The question is can you?"

"You are just a dog of the Wang family, what kind of core nephew is you, and I want to save face, idiot."

He kicked Wang Sangui again:
"Come on, call someone now if you don't accept it, we'll wait for you here."

Jin Zhihao smiled evilly: "If you don't dare, just kneel here for me."

"Whenever you bring the two women back to me, you can get up."

He stomped on Wang Sangui's face with his toes: "Do you hear me clearly..."

"Jin Zhihao, I admit that there will be no consequences for you bullying me."

Wang Sangui managed to squeeze out a sentence: "But you touched Han Ziqi, you just wait to die."

"Waiting to die? Isn't it just a wealthy daughter, I will get it if I get it, what can I do?"

Jin Zhihao smiled grimly: "Could it be that the Han family will wrestle with our Kim chaebol for her?"

"Look, I fucked those two women in at most two days."

He let out a breath of hot air: "I will ask the Han family to wash them up and send them up."

Wang Sangui laughed angrily: "What a big tone, do you really think that no one dares to touch you?"

A dozen men and women from southern China showed disdain when they heard the words. They really didn't believe that someone could touch Jin Zhihao.

Jin Zhihao also spread his hands, with a nonchalant smile: "Who can touch me?"

"I!"

At this moment, a deep voice sounded, and then the bodies of the four who stepped on Wang Sangui shook.

They were hit in the head by a golf ball and fell to the ground, bleeding and wailing.

Ye Fan, Tang Ruoxue and Han Ziqi soon appeared in front of Jin Zhihao and the others.

Seeing Ye Fan's appearance, Wang Sangui's eyes sparkled, feeling that all the pain was worth it.

Ye Fan?

Tang Yanxi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled contemptuously:
"Ye Fan, this is not a place where you can pretend to be a fork, don't let yourself be fooled."

"Jin Shao, his name is Ye Fan, he is from the mainland, a poor relative of my aunt, he has a lot of talent, but he has no background."

She quickly revealed Ye Fan's humble identity to Jin Zhihao.

The expressions of several southern women were instantly joking.

Ye Fan didn't even look at Tang Yanxi, and approached Jin Zhihao with an indifferent face.

"Boy, hurt my brother, are you courting death?"

"And you two bitches, dare to come here, have you been beaten enough?"

A carefree young man from the southern country sneered at Tang Ruoxue and Han Ziqi with a cue in his hand.

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly blurred, and the club disappeared from his hand.

Then his head blossomed and fell to the ground, and he fell unconscious for an instant. Ye Fan grabbed the cue stick and pulled the person down abruptly, with the snap of his fingers.

Jin Zhihao and a dozen of his companions were all dumbfounded.

More than a dozen bodyguards from the Southern Kingdom also tensed up.

Ye Fan shook his cue stick and continued to push towards Jin Zhihao:
"It's very kind to touch my woman..."

Sharp eyes.

Now, without Jin Zhihao's orders, more than a dozen people from the southern country roared and rushed towards Ye Fan with their teeth and claws.

Ye Fan did not retreat but advanced, a white light quickly swept up.

A cue swings through the crowd.

"Pop! Plop!"

Amidst a series of clear and crisp sounds, more than a dozen Nanguo people screamed and fell to the ground, either with broken hands or broken feet.

There was blood on the ground.

Tang Yanxi couldn't believe it. He didn't expect Ye Fan to be so fierce, and at the same time he was even more angry. Why did Ye Fan call Ban Jin Shao?
Jin Zhihao sensed danger, and shouted at the bodyguard: "Go!"

A dozen bodyguards from the Southern Kingdom rushed towards Ye Fan immediately.

"Bang bang bang-"

Ye Fan swung his club forward with unabated momentum, not at all afraid of the bodyguards of the Southern Kingdom.

Two minutes later, more than a dozen bodyguards were knocked to the ground by Ye Fan. The three wanted to touch the guns, but Ye Fan broke their joints.

The middle-aged man in black, who was able to fight Nangong Yan, moved closer to Ye Fan, and then unleashed a series of Wing Chun fists.

Strong and windy.

But before Jin Zhihao and the others were happy, Ye Fan kicked him more than ten meters away.

The middle-aged man in black spurted blood like a dead dog and passed out.

Unrivaled.

Seeing Ye Fan's face approaching step by step, and the tyrannical aura on that face, Jin Zhihao was completely frightened.

He moved back in panic and said: "Boy, if you hurt our people, I will make you forever."

Tang Yanxi is also stern:

"Ye Fan, he is the eldest son of the Jin family chaebol in the southern country, you can't afford to mess with him."

(End of this chapter)