Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 989 982. Devil
Luo Yihang put his arm around Jacques with one hand and waved at Xiao Zhao with the other, smiling brightly.

"Come, take a picture for us and publish it in the news. Let's say that President Jacques celebrated in person and declared that Zuike's products are a hundred times better than Dior's. He begged for a meal and hinted that he wanted to switch jobs."

As soon as I heard that the boss wanted to do something.

Xiao Zhao was so excited that he immediately rushed forward, took out his cell phone, hid behind the bodyguard and took several photos.

Record Jacques' shocked face, wide-open eyes, twisted limbs and helpless fear.

Luo Yihang spoke in English.

Everyone present understood.

Fabricating fake news in front of your face???
How dare you!

Also…it’s also about brand image and most importantly loyalty!
It is our privilege to make fake news, how can you!

Jacques was really panicked. He would definitely be held accountable for the issue of loyalty.

How can I not struggle desperately?

Is struggling useful?
Luo Yihang held him down with just one hand, and no matter how he struggled, he couldn't get free.

But it was much more powerful than the one his bodyguard used just now.

Speaking of bodyguards.

There was a sound of wind at the back of his head, and Jacques' bodyguards came to rescue him.

Luo Yihang didn't even turn his head, he just clenched the swung fist as if he had eyes on the back of his head, twisted it casually, and cut off the wrist with a snap.

He turned around, grabbed the bodyguard's wrist and gave a light push. The 1.80-meter-tall and 200-pound bodyguard was thrown more than two meters away and lay on the ground, holding his right hand and wailing.

I can't care about him.

Jacques' other bodyguard was also ready at this time. This one was taller than the previous one and half a head taller than Luo Yihang. There were two Luo Yihangs horizontally.

Bow stance, straightening the body, and swinging punches, it can be seen that his skills are solid.

He took a step forward and punched, followed by a loud shout, with a majestic and awe-inspiring fist that came straight towards Luo Yihang's face with a fierce wind.

Luo Yihang raised his hand gently.

With just three fingers, she pinched his wrist as he swung his fist.

The powerful punch, which carried a force of at least 100 kilograms, was stopped in mid-air by three fingers and could not move forward even an inch.

The bodyguard's muscles were shaking, he was terrified.

Luo Yihang raised his foot again, put it between his legs, and kicked him twice in the pit of his knee, once to the left and once to the right.

Boom!
The second bodyguard knelt down immediately.

literal meaning.

These times were as fast as lightning.

Many of the men in suits that Jacques brought with him haven't reacted yet.

One of the two burly men was kneeling and the other was lying on the ground.

No, Plan No. 5 also includes the threat of force. This force... is far inferior to that of the enemy.

Luo Yihang smiled and glanced around.

The group of men in suits took several steps back like frightened hens and hid far away.

Not only are they stupid.

The people on Luo Yihang's side were also a little confused.

Starting from Morio, from hotel executives to drunk shopping guides, including Qin Shubao and four bodyguards.

All of them opened their mouths wide, silently chanting "KongFu, ChineseKongFu!"

This sentence is really universal.

Mansoor pinched his fingers and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He remembered his cell phone that was folded to 90 degrees with a click.

There was also such a sturdy sofa chair, which fell apart with a snap.

The thick chair leg was pressed against his fingers, and Luo Yihang forcibly pulled his hand out and pressed it on the table.

If he hadn't reacted quickly and given in quickly, his fingers would have definitely clicked.

The people brought by Luo Yihang were not so ignorant. They knew that Luo Yihang had kung fu skills.

Except for Xiao Zhao, everyone jumped up and shouted excitedly, "Boss, this is awesome!"

Chu Jie stopped him with a look again.

It's not over yet.

At this time, Jacques stopped struggling, his body was shaking a little, and his legs were a little weak.

He was obediently pulled by Luo Yihang and turned around again, then returned to his original position and was dragged forward.

Although Jacques looks soft all over, his mouth is still tough.

With a low voice, he raised his head and asked angrily: "Are you going to be an enemy of Dio?"

Very well behaved, speaking English.

Luo Yihang still smiled, pinched his neck and pushed his head down, turning his head from looking up to lowering it.

Humiliating, so humiliating.

Jacques was so angry that his eyes were bleeding.

Luo Yihang didn't take it to heart.

He also secretly winked at Mansur and nodded behind him.

Mansur understood Luo Yihang’s meaning. He had already taken a tough stance, so he had to remain tough to the end.

Then he said to his bodyguard, "Drag him away."

The four bodyguards immediately obeyed the order, rushed to the opposite side, two people serving one, and dragged Jacques' bodyguard to the wall like a dead pig.

The first one, who had his wrist joint removed, was lying on the ground and begging, "Help me, doctor, I need a doctor."

In return, he was punched in the head. "Shut up and behave yourself."

But he was so honest that he didn't even refute. He was knocked unconscious.

Two people were left here to hold their waists and watch.

The other two bodyguards ran up to the group of men in suits, stood on the left and right, and also held their waists.

This action is too obvious, and the men in suits are also very honest.

And the other side.

Luo Yihang answered the previous questions while dragging Jacques slowly back.

"Being enemies with Dio? Yeah, is that a problem? What can you do to me?" He looked like a gangster and didn't seem like he was going to talk properly.

All the words that Jacques had prepared were completely useless.

He roared angrily, "War! You want to fight Dio!"

Luo Yihang laughed loudly, "Okay, send the troops. How many divisions do you have?"

It's for Jacques, thinking of the barbarians, thinking only of force, you think only force...

Thinking of this, Jacques suddenly came to his senses.

Zuike is located inside the Burj Al Arab in Dubai. Its partners are the Owais family, and probably the crown prince behind them.

It is also one of the most famous hotels in the world, and its guests are either rich or noble.

There is no way to use any shady means.

Bribing two security guards to tip off the suspects would be fine, but they really resorted to common means of destruction, such as poisoning, arson, and causing trouble.

That means being an enemy of the Dubai royal family and even the UAE, and the law may not necessarily be followed here.

cut.

Jacques smiled secretly. If "conventional" means couldn't be used, there were still "normal" means.

Jacques snorted coldly, shook his head, and said in a frivolous tone: "I..."

Snapped.

I just said a word when I got slapped on the back of my head.

Then he was grabbed by the neck and his head was pushed down.

"What do you mean by me? I'm stupid."

This time he scolded everyone.

Jacques was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

As the king of the Middle East, he is majestic wherever he goes, and all powerful enemies are defeated.

I have never been humiliated like this before, being played with like a chicken, not even able to lift my head.

But he fell into the hands of the "barbarians" and could not say anything about his suffering.

barbarian?
He's a big hooligan.

"Just wait, I'll find a thousand homeless people and throw shit into your European Dior store."

Jacques was numb.

In the competition in the Middle East, how come you bring the war to Europe? And your means are still... still... throwing shit???
Listen, does this make sense? Does this sound like something a human being could say?

The kids are playing house!
and many more.

Jacques suddenly turned pale.

The war in the Middle East has spread to Europe. The various regions of the group are already at odds with each other. Something like this will definitely lead to internal strife and even a fight between the dogs.

Throwing shit???

What kind of brand is Dior? Luxury, noble, high society, thrown...

Then it will become a joke and the reputation will be ruined.

"For a thousand euros and a few days of being beaten and detained, there must be some hungry refugees willing to do it. You seem to have a thousand stores, but I still have a million euros."

"Oh my, when the store is busiest and nobles, celebrities, and high-end people are selecting their favorite products, they are suddenly covered in filth. This is too ugly..."

Jacques' face turned from white to green.

Damn, he really thought about the details.

Customers! On! One thousand!

It's so cruel. Luxury goods are just brands, but now they have become a joke and worthless.

This is aimed at eradicating the roots.

Jacques was trembling all over, and he squeezed out a trembling word from between his teeth, "You will be betrayed, and you will be ruined!"

Luo Yihang's smile was still as bright as ever. "It's fine if I admit it. What can you do to me? I also hope that you will be exposed. With your miserable appearance as an example, other opponents who want to start a war with me will have to think carefully."

"Ha." Luo Yihang chuckled again, "You are so pitiful. Why are there so many refugees? You must have done too many bad things and this is retribution."

Jacques, from the name you can tell he is European and knows what’s going on over there.

The refugee issue has been around for many years.

There are millions, if not tens of millions, of refugees in Europe.

There are many people in this group who have not been helped, and they are all extremely poor.

They are willing to risk their lives for a thousand euros, not to mention that this kind of behavior will only result in a few days of imprisonment.

How can we tell if you wear something a little cleaner and carry a bag into the store?

Jacques has realized that once he reports the threat, the group's security budget will go crazy.

There's no way to buy insurance for this thing.

Jacques' head was about to explode.

But he still insisted, and threatened angrily: "You!"

"Snapped!"

He was hit on the back of his head again, forcing him to swallow his words back.

"What are you talking about? Retaliation, come on. I don't have any business in Europe."

"There are no homeless people or refugees in Dongda, and there are police officers. Isn't it amazing? You can't even reach in."

That's absolutely true.

All of Luo Yihang's industries are in the country.

The only drunken person was still at the Burj Al Arab in Dubai.

Both are places where you can't resort to despicable means.

But it can be used in Europe.

The "devil" who was pinching his neck had his nickname upgraded. In just a few steps, he went from a barbarian to a gangster and then to a devil.

This "devil" is a guy who doesn't hesitate to use despicable means.

The more Jacques thought about it, the angrier and more panicked he became.

Hiccup and passed out...

(End of this chapter)