"Their target is me. If they want to make a move, I, Jiang Cheng, will never be lenient!" After saying this, Jiang Cheng suddenly turned around. At this moment, all the members of the security room had come in front of Jiang Cheng.
In the security room, everyone was whispering to each other.
"He is Jiang Cheng?"
"I've checked, he's Jiang Cheng!"
"So, are we going to go now?"
"Wait a minute!" Jiang Cheng's defeated subordinate suddenly said.
Immediately, he turned around and faced Jiang Cheng and said, "You hurry up and kowtow to me three times, and I will let you go. Otherwise, we will beat you up! Kowtow three times. "
"Hehe?" Jiang Cheng's mouth was filled with an intriguing smile as he said to the security guard.
"You don't want to listen!" The security guard then reminded, "Don't think that we brothers are jealous. If you regret now, it is not too late. Once my brother makes a move, it will be too late for me to stop it."
At this moment, Amossian Poetry suddenly put her mouth next to Jiang Cheng's ear and whispered, "Hurry up and kowtow to him three times. Don't make it so troublesome. Dong Zhaocheng is still waiting for us in the room."
"Hurry up!" The security guard shouted to Jiang Cheng.
"Did you hear that?" Seeing that Jiang Cheng did not respond, the security guard shouted again.
"Boss, let's go up and beat him directly. Don't waste your breath with him." A person on the left side of the security guard said.
"Yes, with the strength of the five of us, we must make him kneel and beg for mercy, shouting that he will kowtow to us three times." A person on the right side of the security guard added.
"Okay!" When the security guard heard this, he suddenly became energetic. He smiled and said to Jiang Cheng, "Since you are not willing to kowtow three times now, then save it for later!"
Jiang Cheng smiled and didn't reply to the security guard.
He turned his head and said to Amossian Poetry, "Don't be afraid! Who do you think I, Jiang Cheng, am? Can I be defeated by two or three rookies? "
"Are you sure you want to mess with the people in the security office?" Amossian Poetry reminded.
"What's there to be afraid of?" After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, he suddenly shook his head and shouted angrily, "Come on!"
He spread his arms out and squatted down slightly, assuming a defensive posture.
However, he seemed to have forgotten that there was still Amossian Poetry behind him, so when he waved his hand just now, he accidentally hit Amossian Poetry.
"Oh no!" Jiang Cheng frowned and muttered.
He slowly moved his neck, and his heartbeat quickened. He knew he was in big trouble.
"Are you alright?" Jiang Cheng asked Amossian Poetry in a tentative tone.
"What do you think?" Amossian Poetry glared at Jiang Cheng, and with her mouth trembling, she said these words.
"I'm sorry!" Jiang Cheng's body suddenly relaxed, and he comforted Amossian Poetry.
"Brothers, there's a chance. Hurry up! "The security guard whispered.
"Understood!"
A young man on the left side of the security guard rushed out first. He wasn't tall, and he barely reached Jiang Cheng's shoulder.
"Jiang Cheng, give me your life!" For some reason, when attacking others, there would always be people who liked to talk. For example, this little brother was such a person.
Could it be that they didn't know that speaking would expose their location and motives? In other words, the person being attacked could discover the attacker's action in advance, so as to avoid the attack and counterattack.
"Idiot!" Jiang Cheng's back was facing him as he glanced at him from the corner of his eyes.
"You haven't practiced your Kung Fu to perfection, but you've learned your tone well!" Jiang Cheng continued to murmur.
Right at this moment, the little brother's body leaped high into the air, giving Jiang Cheng a fright.
"Oh? What kind of move is this? " Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes, but he didn't turn around. Instead, he used his perception to determine the trajectory of the young man's movement.
When the young man was high in the air, his body was lying flat, and he made a horizontal kick toward Jiang Cheng's shoulder.
"Tsk! Trash! "Jiang Cheng murmured.
"Be careful!" Amossian Poetry, who was angry just now, was actually worried for Jiang Cheng.
"What are you afraid of?" Jiang Cheng said with a smile. At this moment, Jiang Cheng's body moved slightly to the side, but his eyes were still looking straight at Amossian Poetry.
Jiang Cheng didn't seem to need his eyes to deal with the young man's attack. He could sense the other person's every move with his perception.
"What!" The little brother cried out in alarm after his horizontal kick had missed.
"Noob." Jiang Cheng suddenly pulled his arm from the right side. Without using his eyes to observe the position of the young man's body, he didn't make any mistakes. He tightly covered the junction between the young man's calf and foot.
"What!" The young man exclaimed again. However, at this moment, no matter how much he exclaimed, he couldn't change the fact.
"Go back and practice for a few more years!" Jiang Cheng suddenly exerted force in his arm and threw it toward the wall in front of him.
"Oh my god …" The young man's exclamation came one after another. As soon as it stopped, he shouted again, "Help!"
At this moment, Jiang Cheng suddenly retracted his palm, and the young man followed the force of Jiang Cheng's arm and flew toward the wall in front of him.
"Ah!" After the young man exclaimed, he became lifeless and didn't make a sound.
"He can't be dead, right?" Jiang Cheng thought in his heart.
Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng was about to step forward to check on the young man's injury, but suddenly, a person rushed from behind. With a bang, Jiang Cheng was knocked to the ground.
"F * ck!" Jiang Cheng muttered.
The feeling of falling to the ground on his butt was not pleasant. However, Jiang Cheng wasn't angry.
This was because he saw that the person who rushed over was a security guard. Jiang Cheng thought in his heart, Did you see that? Who asked you to provoke me? If you dare to send people up, you will end up the same as this young man!
The corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth was filled with a smile. Amossian Poetry looked and suddenly gave Jiang Cheng a slap. This slap shocked the former, who was Jiang Cheng.
"Why did you hit me?!" Jiang Cheng sat on the ground and covered his cheek. Then, he said to Amossian Poetry, "Are you sick?"
"You are the one who is sick!" Amossian Poetry retorted.
"If you are not sick, why did you hit people for no reason?" Jiang Cheng questioned.
"If I want to hit people, I will hit them. I never need to think about anything!" Amossian Poetry saw Jiang Cheng's attitude and simply replied in a barbaric and arrogant tone.
"Say it again!" Jiang Cheng shouted.
"If I want to hit you, I will hit you!" In the process of speaking, Amossian Poetry suddenly stretched out her palm. Her palm slammed toward Jiang Cheng's left cheek. Last time, Amossian Poetry attacked Jiang Cheng's cheek. It seemed that in order to prove her barbarism, she decided to give Jiang Cheng another slap.
"You still dare to come?!" With the previous slap, Jiang Cheng blocked Amo Sangshi's arm in the air.
"You still want to hit me?" Jiang Cheng questioned Amossian Poetry.
"So what if I hit you? For a person like you, a hundred times would be too little! "Amossian Poetry said to Jiang Cheng.
"Say it again!" Jiang Cheng heard it and immediately shouted.
But after a second, without waiting for Amossian Poetry to answer, he changed the topic and asked Amossian Poetry, "A person like me?"
Jiang Cheng
He seemed to notice that there was another meaning in Amossian Poetry's words, so he asked.
However, Amossian Poetry didn't answer Jiang Cheng's doubt. Instead, she snorted and turned her head to the other side, deliberately ignoring Jiang Cheng.
"Hey, tell me, what kind of person am I?" Jiang Cheng asked Amossian Poetry.
"Why did you hit me just now?" Jiang Cheng then asked Amossian Poetry.
"You know it very well!" Amossian Poetry replied.
"If I knew, would I need to ask you?" Jiang Cheng scratched the sparse hair on the top of his head with his hands. He looked very anxious.
"If you don't want to say it, then forget it." Jiang Cheng suddenly stood up straight and was ready to turn around and leave.
At this moment, the four security guards behind rushed up together. All of them looked fierce as if they wanted to eat Jiang Cheng in front of them.
"Don't look at me like this. Even if you look at me like this, I can still knead you four into meat balls."
I'll knead you four into meatballs, "Jiang Cheng reminded the four security guards in front of him.
"Go away!" Jiang Cheng's voice suddenly rose as he shouted at the security guards.
"None of you can leave." At this time, a voice came from behind Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng heard the voice and looked back. He found that the person who just spoke was the security boss. He was just checking on the condition of his little brother. At this moment, his face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot. It could be seen that he was very angry now.
"Especially you!" The security boss suddenly raised his head the moment he lowered his head. A murderous look was directed at Jiang Cheng's eyes.
"Jiang Cheng!" The security boss immediately added.
"Haha?" Jiang Cheng looked up and laughed. Then he said to the security boss, "Could it be that you can still teach me a lesson?"
"Come on. If the five of you come at me together, I might be able to tie with you!" Jiang Cheng retreated to the left, and at the same time, he glanced at his left and right sides.
"Although the probability of reaching a tie with me is very low, it is still possible! You have to work harder. "Jiang Cheng said as he retreated.
Then, Jiang Cheng glanced at Amossian Poetry, who just slapped him for no reason.
It seemed that he was ready to let Amossian Poetry leave this area that was about to become a battlefield.
"Hurry up and leave!" Jiang Cheng murmured in a very low voice. His original intention was not to let others hear his voice, but his voice was so low. Since others couldn't hear him, then Amossian Poetry certainly couldn't hear him either.
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