The Formidable Son-in-law

Qin Chuan didn't refuse any of them. He casually put up a pose and threw a punch at the hooligan who called him the happiest.    

    

Bang!    

    

This punch directly broke the nose of this hooligan. Blood with snot sprayed out. At the same time, a few sticks were swung at Qin Chuan's back.    

    

"All of you stop!"    

    

At this moment, an angry shout suddenly rang out. The sound was so loud that it only shook the ears of these hooligans until they buzzed. All of them were stunned on the spot, not knowing what to do.    

    

"Who the fuck is it? He even dares to interfere in the matters of my Southern City's Mr. Bei!"    

    

Mr. Bei dug his ears and shouted with a face full of displeasure.    

    

"Yo, you brat also got into big brother's hands."    

    

A slightly sarcastic voice was heard. Then, the owner of the barbecue stall, who had been chopping meat, carried a machete and walked over with a cigarette in his mouth.    

    

"Mr. Qin, are you alright?" Faang Wen rushed to Qin Chuan's side and asked anxiously.    

    

"I'm fine."    

    

Qin Chuan grabbed Faang Wen's hand, which was about to take off his clothes, and looked at the stall owner.    

    

The owner of the barbecue stall looked like a middle-aged man in his forties. He was tall and strong, and there was an apron hanging on his chest. There were dried blood stains on it, and his face was dark due to the oil smoke. He lowered his head, but it was not clear what he looked like. The muscles on his bare arm were tangled, and he held a bone knife. He looked very fierce.    

    

"Who the f * ck are you? How dare you talk to me like that?" Mr. Bei curled his lips in disdain.    

    

"What? You don't know this old man anymore?"    

    

The owner of the barbecue stall walked in front of Mr. Bei as he spoke. From his tone, it seemed like he knew Mr. Bei.    

    

"You are..."    

    

Mr. Bei could not help but have some doubts. His eyes swept across the owner of the barbecue stall. When the owner raised his head, the two of them could not help but look at each other.    

    

"Zhang, Zhang Jianjun!"    

    

Seeing the appearance of the owner of the barbecue stall, Mr. Bei could not help but cry out.    

    

"Where did this stinky stall come from? What are you pretending for?"    

    

One of Mr. Bei's subordinates disapproved and pointed at Zhang Jianjun and clamored.    

    

"Shut up!"    

    

Mr. Bei immediately reacted and slapped the hooligan's face.    

    

"Apologize to Jianjun." Mr. Bei pointed at the stall owner and said.    

    

"Mr. Bei, he, he is just a kebab seller..." The hooligan was still a little unwilling. He covered his face and said with grievance.    

    

"I f * cking want you to apologize to him!" Mr. Bei's eyes widened and he wanted to slap him again.    

    

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, big brother. I was blind to not recognize Mount Tai. Please forgive me."    

    

The hooligan hurriedly bowed and apologized to Zhang Jianjun.    

    

"Never mind. Keep your eyes bright from now on."    

    

Zhang Jianjun waved his hand indifferently. He was a famous hooligan in Dongjiang City, but because he was old and tired of the underworld, he retired to the underworld. He opened a barbecue stall in a corner of the city. According to his experience, he could be considered Mr. Bei's senior.    

    

"If there's nothing else, you can leave. Don't disturb my guest's meal." Zhang Jianjun waved his hand and turned to go back to the barbecue stall.    

    

"Brother Jianjun, please wait a moment." Mr. Bei suddenly opened his mouth and stopped him.    

    

"What's wrong? Is there something else?" Zhang Jianjun turned his head and stared at him with an unfriendly expression.    

    

"Brother Jianjun, my third uncle was beaten up like this by this kid. I can't just let it go like this."    

    

Mr. Bei said and pointed at Bald Man and the others who were covered in blood on the ground. He looked at Qin Chuan with a cold gaze.    

    

"I saw this. It was your third uncle and the others who bullied his girlfriend. That's why he attacked them." Zhang Jianjun glanced at the calm Qin Chuan and said in a deep voice.    

    

"That woman smashed our table first. We only did it when she didn't pay us." The skinny monkey immediately argued.    

    

"That broken vest he wore cost me a few thousand. What right do I have to accompany him?" Faang Wen could not help but roll her eyes. Although she was kind, it did not mean that she was stupid. These people were clearly using the clothes as an excuse to bully her.    

    

"Do you really think I didn't see it just now? When this girl passed by just now, it was you who deliberately stretched out your leg to stir her!"    

    

Zhang Jianjun's tone gradually became gloomy. He carried the bone knife and walked to the front of the skinny monkey.    

    

"This, this..."    

    

The skinny monkey was shocked by Zhang Jianjun's imposing manner. He slowly took a few steps back and looked at Mr. Bei for help.    

    

"No matter who is in the wrong, my third uncle was beaten by this kid. I only have one request. Leave this kid to me!"    

    

Mr. Bei suddenly stood up and pointed at Qin Chuan and shouted. In this situation, he had to act like a big brother.    

    

"Oh? So you are not giving me face?" Zhang Jianjun turned his head and said with a sneer.    

    

"Brother Jianjun. It's not that I don't want to give you face. I can give you double the loss of your stall tonight. " But this brat must be taken away by me, otherwise... " Mr. Bei glanced at Zhang Jianjun with a gloomy expression and said.    

    

"Or else, even if you are a senior in the Dao, you will only be in the past. Right now, you are just a kebab seller! "    

    

Whoosh ~    

    

As soon as Mr. Bei's voice faded, Zhang Jianjun swung his arm violently. The ferocious bone knife flew out of his hand and drew a dangerous curve in the air. It accurately flew past Mr. Bei's ear!