Eight years have passed, he's still going strong, but his girlfriend is having a mental breakdo

The van door was open, and a person was leaning halfway out.

It was Hu Rui.

A person next to Hu Rui grabbed his arm and pressed his head down.

That man was Wang Bao.

The two burly men blocking Zhao Hong'an's way were naturally Short Hair and Biaozi.

Short Hair and Biaozi had expressions of complete control.

"I don't know him."

The next moment, Zhao Hongan uttered three words softly, then turned and left.

Short Hair and Biaozi were stunned for a moment, then cursed and stepped in front of Zhao Hongan.

"Stop pretending with me! Get over there, our Brother Wang has something to say to you."

Biaozi raised an eyebrow, his tone impatient.

"I've already said, I don't know him. I don't know any Brother Wang either. None of this has anything to do with me. Get out of my way, or I might get rough with you."

Zhao Hongan's tone also turned cold.

"Yo ho!"

Short Hair and Biaozi exchanged a glance, and both of them couldn't help but laugh.

"You old man, you still have quite a temper. How dare you be so rude to us? Come on, let me see."

As Biaozi spoke, he reached out and grabbed Zhao Hongan by the back of his neck, trying to strangle him like a chicken.

"Be careful. Just make him suffer a little. Don't accidentally kill him, or no one will pay us."

Short-haired one gives a reminder.

He knew Biaozi was a real bastard. If his men didn't know their place and killed the old man, he wouldn't get any meat and would only get himself into trouble.

"I understand..."

Before Biaozi could even touch the back of Zhao Hongan's neck, Zhao Hongan made his move first.

Zhao Hongan raised his leg and kicked Biaozi hard in the crotch.

Biaozi, a tall and strong man, stood right in front of Zhao Hongan and reached out to grab the back of Zhao Hongan's neck, completely unguarded.

That kick was both accurate and powerful.

"Aww."

Biaozi let out a scream, clutched his groin, curled up, and slowly collapsed to the ground.

"Biaozi, what are you doing?"

The short-haired guy got annoyed.

He knew that Biaozi loved to play around and sometimes liked to tease his opponents when he was hitting them.

But isn't that a bit too exaggerated?

At the same time, he sensed that something was wrong.

Biaozi doesn't seem to be acting.

"That old man is pretty ruthless."

Short-haired didn't think much of it.

Thinking that Zhao Hongan had struck hard and aimed directly at vital points, they thought he was being ruthless.

They thought Biaozi had been caught off guard and gotten caught off guard.

Men's weaknesses are very fragile.

Even if the old man is not strong, he can't withstand a single blow.

"You dare fight back? You're in for a world of trouble."

Short Hair threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and reached out to grab Zhao Hongan.

This time, he deliberately protected his vital points.

Zhao Hongan did not resist and let him grab his arm.

Short Hair was just thinking about how to teach Zhao Hong'an a little lesson when he saw Zhao Hong'an flip his arm and grab his arm instead.

"what?"

Short Hair felt that this old man seemed stronger than he had imagined.

He looked up and saw Zhao Hongan grinning at him.

Zhao Hongan's strength is 8, far exceeding that of an average adult male.

His agility is only 5, which is equivalent to that of an average adult male.

So he let the short-haired man grab him, and then grabbed the short-haired man back, and the two of them twisted together.

This allowed him to fully utilize his strengths.

At this point, Short Hair was still unaware of the seriousness of the problem.

With a strength of 8 points, Zhao Hongan unleashed his full power, grabbed Short Hair, and slammed him to the ground.

He flipped over and straddled the short-haired man, swung his arms, and gave him a good beating.

Ping pong.

Zhao Hongan kept hitting the short-haired man's eyes and face.

Short Hair immediately screamed in agony.

pain.

That hurts so damn much.

Short Hair didn't know how this old man could be so strong.

He was pinned down, with no chance to resist. Each punch made his vision go black, his head spin, and he screamed in pain.

When Wang Bao saw the sea lion bread truck, his eyes nearly popped out of his head in astonishment.

Short Hair and Biaozi were actually pinned to the ground and brutally beaten by an old man.

He could hardly believe his eyes.

Hu Rui blinked even harder.

He suspected that there was something wrong with his eyesight. Could it be that he was hallucinating because he was too nervous?

The next moment, Wang Bao realized what was happening and flew into a rage.

"Short Hair! Biaozi! What are you guys doing?!"

He grabbed Hu Rui and pulled him out of the car, then strode over to him.

He did tell Short Hair and Biaozi to avoid fighting with the old man if possible. Even if it was unavoidable, they should be careful with their strength.

The other party is so old, if something happens to them, they will be in endless trouble.

We can ask them to refrain from fighting, but we can't just let them stand there and take the beating.

What's more, Biaozi was clutching his groin, curled up on the ground, and huddled into a ball.

The short-haired boy was being ridden by the old man, who beat him until he screamed in agony...

This is so embarrassing!

When Wang Bao arrived, he realized that something was wrong.

Short Hair's face was covered in blood from the beating, and his screams were getting fainter and fainter.

"You old fool, stop now!"

Wang Bao kicked Zhao Hong'an.

When Zhao Hongan saw Wang Bao coming over, he increased the pressure on his hand.

He must get rid of the short hair as soon as possible.

He wasn't confident he could win against two or three opponents.

After a few punches, Short Hair was crippled.

When Wang Bao lifted his leg, Zhao Hong pretended to be panting and clutched his chest.

Wang Bao's heart skipped a beat. He wondered if the old man had overexerted himself and was about to have a physical flare-up. He unconsciously reduced the force of his kick.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Hongan dodged, reached out and grabbed Wang Bao's leg, pulling hard.

Caught off guard, how could Wang Bao withstand Zhao Hong'an's powerful strength?

With a cry of pain, he lost his balance and fell, landing on Short Hair.

Zhao Hongan flipped over and straddled Wang Bao, then, as if reciting a script, swung his arm and gave him another good beating.

The moment Wang Bao threw his first punch, he knew why the flowers were so red.

This old man looks so old, how come he's so strong?

The fist came down like a hammer, and with a thud, Wang Bao's eye cracked open.

After several punches, Wang Bao's screams were barely human; he had no chance to fight back.

At this point, Biaozi's pain subsided somewhat, and he was able to catch his breath.

However, hearing Wang Bao's screams and seeing Zhao Hong'an fighting Wang Bao alone on his short-haired horse, it suddenly seemed outrageous...

Biaozi simply lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, refusing to get up.

Hu Rui, who was standing nearby, was also terrified.

At the same time, I was a little confused.

Are Wang Bao and the other two really that weak?

The old man knows.

Before Mom divorced the old man, he actually bullied him.

On the day of the divorce, he even got into a physical fight with the old man.

Hu Rui felt that he could take on three old men by himself.

But the old man alone managed to beat up Wang Bao and the other two?

It seems that Wang Bao and his two companions were just for show!

He used to be really scared of these three people; when he saw them, he often didn't even dare to fight back.

"Holy shit!"

Hu Rui stepped forward and kicked Wang Bao hard in the waist.