"Which one of us isn't an Apostle?" The fatty that Sun Jian called Brother Shen sneered.
A lackey at the side said, "Back when Brother Shen was in Southeast Asia, who didn't know the name of the Dual Blade Flaming Bull? Someone used a container truck to hit Brother Shen. I saw Brother Shen raise his blade, and with just one slash, he cut the truck into two. "
The others looked at Brother Shen with shining eyes. Even in this era where superpowers had truly appeared before commoners, being able to cut a container truck in half with one slash was definitely a stunning battle achievement.
The fatty twisted his neck and said, "Little Sun, today, your Brother Shen will bring you to flatten this shop."
After saying that, Brother Shen led the others toward the coffee shop with large strides.
Sun Jian looked at Brother Shen. This was the leader of the Apostles on their side. Before becoming an Apostle, he had the experience of being stabbed three times in a row without batting an eyelid. He had the experience of queuing up alone at the hospital for registration.
After becoming an Apostle, he had even single-handedly fought against over twenty Apostles. In the end, he was still able to ride a bicycle to the hospital and queue up alone for registration.
It was even rumored that he had cut a container truck weighing several tens of tons in half with one slash. He had always been viewed by Sun Jian as a man among men, a super tough guy.
Having invited Brother Shen to stand up for him, Sun Jian felt that things were settled.
As they walked, a breeze blew past, gently brushing past their cheeks and lifting up the corners of their clothes.
Sun Jian felt hot blood surging in his body, as if there was a thrill of hot blood coursing through his body like an electric current.
Compared to conspiracies, public opinion attacks, or backstabbing, fighting back in the open might not be the most cost-effective, but it was definitely the most satisfying.
Brother Shen kicked open the coffee shop's door and shouted, "Which one is the boss —"
Before he could finish, he felt a gust of strong wind.
Boom!
A chair broke through the sound barrier with a boom, flying out of the door in pieces. It passed over the bodies of the few people and smashed into Sun Jian's car outside with loud bangs. The car's outer shell was riddled with holes, and it became a scrap car.
Chi! Brother Shen's cheek, which had been slashed by the wind pressure, burst out with a bloody gash.
They turned around and looked at the smashed car behind them. Then, they looked at the coffee shop with their mouths agape.
He then saw a beautiful girl holding a beer bottle in one hand and waving a chair in the other. She shouted with a flushed face, "Xiao Ming! Who are you calling squatting at home! I work at home every day! What do you know! "
As she spoke drunkenly, cat ears grew out of Zhao Xue's head, and a cat tail grew out of her butt … She transformed when she was drunk.
Looking at Zhao Xue's terrifying strength, Xiao Ming's face was full of cold sweat. He quickly explained, "No no no … You misunderstood me … I was just asking where you work. So you work at home. Working at home is good, free … Zhao Yao!!"
Halfway through his sentence, he had already asked Zhao Yao for help.
On the other side, Zhao Yao rolled his eyes. "Bai Quan, hold her down. Don't let her go crazy."
Bai Quan smiled and helped Zhao Xue up. "Xiao Xue, you drank too much!"
"I didn't drink too much!" Zhao Xue blushed and said, "I will go out to work tomorrow! I am going to act! If I don't get an Oscar, I won't come back! "As soon as she finished speaking, she fell to the ground with a thud, snoring sounds coming from her mouth.
Bai Quan shook his head helplessly and carried Zhao Xue to the sofa at the side.
Zhao Xue, who was sleeping, was also restless. She kicked around like a drunken tiger, and a pair of delicate little fists kept pounding on Bai Quan's chest, making loud rumbling sounds. Bai Quan's face turned slightly pale from the pounding.
When he finally pressed her down on the sofa, he saw that Zhao Xue had turned over and turned into a kitten lying on the sofa, snoring sounds.
"So noisy. Why is this guy's alcohol tolerance so bad?" Zhao Yao glanced at Zhao Xue and said, "She snores like a pig." As he spoke, he smiled and opened his phone to take a picture of Zhao Xue's current appearance.
Xiao Ming, who was at the side, wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead. He looked at the smashed car outside and subconsciously shivered. 'Zhao Yao's sister … Why is she scarier than Zhao Yao … She's too cruel.'
Black Skin squatted at the side, holding a tube of nutrition cream in his hand. He looked at the latte and Tribute Meatball and said, "Come, eat this Happiness Bar. From now on, we will be good brothers. We will eat meat and drink wine together …"
Matcha and Fish Ball rushed out and took the latte and Tribute Meatball. They said nervously, "Latte, stay away from this person."
"Remember, Tribute Meatball. Don't talk to this person."
Old He drank a mouthful of beer and showed a relaxed expression. "Comfortable ~ ~ Zhao Yao ah … After we finish eating, are there any programs?" As he finished speaking, he winked at Zhao Yao.
"No, I have to work overtime." After taking a few more photos of Zhao Xue, Zhao Yao poked the cat's belly with his hand and showed a playful expression.
Then, Zhao Yao turned his head to look at Sun Jian, Brother Shen, and the others at the door and said casually, "You guys just said outside … You want to flatten this shop, right?"
Sun Jian was a little nervous. This group of people seemed to be stronger than he imagined. He looked at the fatty at the side and asked in a low voice, "Brother Shen? How is it? Are you confident? "
Brother Shen's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at Zhao Xue, who had turned into a cat, and then looked at Bai Quan who was standing at the side. He thought to himself, This woman's Battle Power is at least 3000, and this man is even more terrifying. His Battle Power is at least 10000.
But with my battle wisdom and experience, even if I can't beat him, I'll just be killed in a second. Sun Jian, this guy, how did he provoke such a troublesome disciple?
Thinking of this, Brother Shen said with a humble face, "It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. It's all a misunderstanding. I've disturbed your rest today. I'll come back another day to apologize." As he finished speaking, he quickly turned around and left, leaving Sun Jian dumbfounded.
When Sun Jian turned around, he found that the other lackeys had already run more than a hundred meters away. Brother Shen scolded, "Running without waiting for me, a bunch of disloyal people!"
Zhao Yao smiled and said, "You guys stay and work for me for seven days. I'll pretend nothing happened."
"This big brother …" Brother Shen still wanted to say something, but he suddenly felt his vision go black. When he reacted again, he found himself holding a mop and mopping the floor of the coffee shop.
"What's going on? Why am I mopping the floor? "He was stunned and looked at the clock on the wall." It's ten o 'clock? It was only four or five when we came over. "
Brother Shen hugged his head and said in disbelief, "Why? Why do I have no memory of the past four or five hours? "
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