Ye Tianlong left four words to Mo Ningran, and then pulled Lu Xiaowu out.

"Don't go! Don't go!"

The flat-headed young man who was slapped in the face struggling to rush up from behind and shouted, "You hit me, do you want to leave?"

Several companions also rushed up with outrage to stop Ye Tianlong.

When Lu Xiaowu was about to kick them up, three Mercedes Benzes drove from the door. The door opened and eight burly men came out, holding steel pipes.

One of the faces of the Chinese character walked in front, walking in a dragon and tiger's steps, with an imposing imposing manner, and the voice had already roared before people arrived:

"Who touched my Song Sanpao's nephew?"

Seeing that the helper was coming, the flat-headed youth immediately rushed over and shouted, "Uncle, you are here, it's this bastard."

"He humiliated me and Miss Mo and slapped me."

He was very aggrieved and angrily shouted: "You must abolish him and give me a breath."

"Damn! Even Song Sanpao's nephew would dare to fight? Isn't he looking for death?"

Seeing the red mark on his nephew’s face, Guozilian was furious, and brought seven big men with a steel pipe to leaning over: "Boy, come on, who?"

"I don't bully people with no background."

Song San's artillery coaxed and said, "Report your name, hope you don't let me down?"

The flat-headed youth pointed at Ye Tianlong and cursed: "You are finished, you are finished."

Ye Tianlong smiled: "Name? Okay, Longmen, Ye Tianlong."

"Kang Dang!"

Hearing this sentence, Guozilian stopped all his movements, his mouth opened wide, and it could almost be filled with an egg:

"Longmen... Ye... Tianlong..."

In the surprise of the young people on the platform, Song Sanpao's voice trembled. He tremblingly took out his phone, and called up two screenshots to scan.

Soon, he recognized that the kid wearing the hat in front of him was the one who killed all sides in the video.

Ye Tianlong looked at Song Sanpao and smiled: "Yes, I am Ye Tianlong, Longmen, these big brothers, how are you going to abolish me?"

"Ye Tianlong? No, Ye Shao, Ye Shao, sorry..."

Song Sanpao hurriedly put down the steel pipe in his hand, and said flatly, "This is a misunderstanding..."

In the surprise of the flat-headed youth, Ye Tianlong faintly said: "Misunderstanding? Misunderstanding holding the steel pipe?"

Song Sanpao trembled: "Ye Shao, misunderstanding, this steel pipe is not for beating people, we want to ask you, can you not pole dancing? It's free..."

Having said that, Song San Pao poked the hard steel pipe on the ground, swayed around it, and twisted his legs a few times, which was very enchanting.

He did not forget to shout to the seven men:

"Hurry up and let Ye Shao see. We are pole dancing, not fighting with poles."

Although the seven subordinates looked at a loss, they danced hurriedly and swayed around the steel pipes together. The pictures were funny and had spicy eyes.

The flat-headed youth opened his mouth slightly: "Uncle..."

He was really puzzled by this, and several of his companions were also in a trance, what is this all about.

"Snapped--"

Song Sanpao slapped his face and shouted, "Don't disturb me dancing."

After speaking, Song Sanpao with a teasing look, slammed his hair backwards, lazily leaned back his throat, and raised his chest.

Then, he held the hard steel pipe with both hands and pressed it tightly, allowing his body to slowly descend along the steel pipe, rubbing between his legs...

The flat-headed youths all felt a little tight in their pants.

Ye Tianlong originally wanted to clean up Song Sanpao and the others, but seeing this scene, especially the scene of eight people dancing pole dancing, felt better.

He smiled, then shook his head, pulling Lu Xiaowu away.

Lu Xiaowu also resisted his smile, and had to say that Song Sanpao was a character.

"Ye Shao, walk slowly, Ye Shao, walk slowly."

Seeing Ye Tianlong leading Lu Xiaowu away, Song Sanpao hurriedly stood up holding the steel pipe, beating his nearly broken waist, and sending off Ye Tianlong.

At the same time, he was relieved.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

The flat-headed young man clutched his aching cheek: "What's the origin of that kid? Let you do what you do?"

"You stupid, you go provoke him? You almost killed you, killed us"

Song Sanpao passed by with another chestnut: "He is... Forget it, your circle is too small and too low-level, you don't know it."

The flat-headed youth disagreed: "Uncle, what can he do? Can he be better than your Song family? You are two generations of Song family veterans."

"He's really not better than the Song family, but I'm playing like trampling you to death."

Song Sanpao threw the steel pipe on the ground: "I will only say one. He cut off one of Song Shao's arms. After cutting it, it was all right."

The flat-headed youths lost their voices in surprise: "Ah--"

Song Sanpao originally wanted to talk about the ninth-level master, but it was fine to look at the bird-like appearance of his nephew, and then he turned and walked towards Mercedes-Benz by his waist:

"Remember, don't provoke him, so that no one can provoke him, study me at Pharmaceutical City University."

He got into the car: "Otherwise, your head will fall to the ground next time, and Uncle's pole dancing will be useless."

The flat-headed youths were all silent, thinking that they could easily step on individuals, but they did not expect to kick a piece of iron.

"Song Shao, I saw Ye Tianlong."

After leaning in the car, Song Sanpao closed the door, and while letting his subordinates drive forward, he took out his mobile phone and dialed: "There was a little conflict."

Song Sanpao knew that his master would have contact with Ye Tianlong, so he took the initiative to report today's conflict.

"Asshole thing, didn't I tell you not to conflict with Ye Tianlong? Why did the collision happen again?"

A harsh voice came from the other end of the phone: "What is going on?"

Song Sanpao shook his body and hurriedly reported truthfully: "It's my ineffective nephew who provokes Ye Tianlong for a woman's emergence."

"But don't worry, I have settled it."

"This change will never affect Song Shao's plan."

Song Sanpao touched the residual cold sweat on his forehead. Fortunately, he asked for a name, otherwise he would be crippled now.

The other party snorted: "It won't affect? ​​Now is the critical time, any change may make me and Ye Tianlong hostile."

"Now you tell the story again, and you are not allowed to conceal the slightest, and you are not allowed to add any oil."

Song Sanpao's scalp was numb, and then he briefly recounted the story, and then said weakly, "That's how it happened."

After listening to Song Sanpao's narration, the tone on the other end of the phone eased, and it was obvious that this change was within the controllable range:

"You are lucky this time, it may not end this time next time, tell your nephew, don't trouble Ye Tianlong again."

His voice sank: "Otherwise, I will kill him first."

Song Sanpao responded again and again: "Understand, understand."

"By the way, is the tail of Ling's hands clean?"

The voice on the other end of the phone began to become majestic: "We traveled all the way to Medicine City in order to destroy the evidence."

"Damn Ling Yun, even holding our transaction evidence in his hand, his woman is even more shameful to threaten me to avenge Ling Yun."

He snorted heavily: "Don't give her a chance to avoid foreign countries. She is stubborn to avenge Ling Yun. She really doesn't live or die."

Song Sanpao respectfully responded: "Song Shao don't worry, Snake Hand has let people clean up Ling's house, Snake Hand has taken Madam Ling..."

"Destroy the evidence, destroy the woman..."