Super three-born dad: Sign in to become the richest man

Chapter 68

Chapter 68

"Paralysis, who the hell are you, what do you mean?"

Any younger brother who is not open-eyed will grab Sun Feixiong's clothes.

"Snapped!"

But the prince knew the master, raised his hand and slapped the younger brother at the mouth: "You are so blind, do you know who this is? This is Young Master Sun."

Sun Shao?

Hearing that it was Sun Feixiong, one of the four young masters in Dongzhou, the little boy suffered from being dumb and quickly hid.

"Sun Shao, what's the matter?"

The prince smiled and asked: "If you are here to celebrate my younger brother's birthday, please take a seat."

"Celebrate your birthday, I'm here to mess with people."

Sun Feixiong lit a cigarette, and sprayed the smoke on the prince's face with disdain: "Hehe, restore the mountains and rivers, and rule the world? Sand sculpture stuff, let's talk about it when we can see the sun tomorrow."

"Sun Shao, we don't have a holiday, right?"

"My little brother is having a birthday today, so can't you just sit down and have a good drink?" The prince didn't want to turn his face, and tried his best to make things peaceful.

"For your sake, what are you?"

"Let me ask you, what kind of dragon is that..." Sun Feixiong stuck a finger on his forehead with a cigarette between his fingers.

"Chen Feilong!" Da Liu reminded him as he deservedly followed him for many years.

"That's right, Chen Feilong is your subordinate." Sun Feixiong asked.

"Chen Feilong, who is it?"

Brother Prince obviously doesn't know such small characters.

"Ha ha."

"He came to give you a gift an hour ago, so you pretend you don't know me?" Sun Feixiong poked the prince's chest angrily.

The prince was very embarrassed and tried his best to control his anger: "Who knows Chen Feilong."

Immediately, a pony boy stood up: "The one over at Qidaokou is a new pony boy recruited by my hall."

"Brother Xiong, Chen Feilong belongs to me, has he committed any crime?" asked the prince.

"It's right that it's yours."

"Made, you, you took them away." Sun Feixiong waved his name.

When Liu stepped forward, he was about to grab the little hall master.

The little hall master struggled and refused to accept: "Fuck, what do you mean, brother prince, are we just being bullied like this?"

"Brother Xiong, it's not good for you to mess with my people without saying anything."

The prince smiled coldly, and picked up a wine bottle.

"I'm the one who messed with you! Something like a dog!" Sun Feixiong raised his hand and slapped him.

Snapped!

This slap was so crisp that Prince Edward's earrings were knocked off.

"Made, the surname is Sun."

"This is Lao Tzu's site. I respect you. I call you Brother Xiong. If I don't respect you, you are a fucking ass."

"Chop him up for me!"

The prince couldn't bear it anymore, and finally broke out when he dropped the wine bottle.

More than a dozen young horses picked up bottles and machetes and greeted them.

Da Liu and the others haven't started yet.

Master Ding has already rushed to make a move.

Roar!

With a push of both palms, this master of internal refinement made the tiger roar out.

More than a dozen ponies flew into the air like confetti, and even the wall of the KTV box collapsed.

Only one move, the end.

"Pfft!"

The prince who was still clamoring, his knees softened and he knelt down.

"God horse stuff!"

Sun Feixiong spat in disdain, and Da Liu carried the prince out by the collar like a chicken.

Your Excellency Mingyue.

Li Hongqian kept looking at his pocket watch with a tense face.

The time Jiang Han gave him was one hour.

He gave Chen Wancheng half an hour.

Based on his understanding of the division's strength, half an hour should be able to complete the task.

But after all, it was the first mission, and he was still a little worried, for fear that something might go wrong.

"There are 3 minutes left, can these bastards do it?"

"Remind the old man again."

Li Hongqian gave Heibo an order.

"Boom!"

Armed helicopters and locomotives broke the tranquility of the long street.

"Come, come!" Uncle Hei was overjoyed.

Shi Meng, Qi Dakai, and Wang Shuang jumped out of the jeep.

"Wang Shuang, head of the Xiaolong team in Jiangdong Dongzhou Division, met Li Gong."

"The head of the Black Panther Army, Shi Meng, has seen Mr. Li."

"Flying Eagle Qi Dakai pays homage to Li Gong."

The three of them knelt on one knee with their left knees, and performed the most respectful salute with their chests in their right hands.

Li Hongqian nodded slightly, and raised his hand to signal the three to get up.

"Everyone has it, stand at attention!"

Wang Shuang turned around and shouted loudly.

All special warfare soldiers stood up at the same time and saluted Li Hongqian.

Li Hongqian also raised his hand in return.

"Bring people up!" Wang Shuang shouted.

Immediately, a sergeant pushed the four little bastards forward.

"Very good, the task is well completed, let's close the team." Li Hongqian said calmly.

"Yes!"

After being affirmed, the head of the three-person army secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The sergeants evacuated the long street in an orderly manner like flowing water.

"Take it in!"

Li Hongqian waved his hand, and servants immediately dragged the four of them into Mingyue Pavilion.

Inside the Mingyue Pavilion.

Jiang Han sat on the head drinking tea.

"Mr. Jiang, it took 28 and a half minutes." Li Hongqian looked at his watch and said.

"Mr. Li worked hard." Jiang Han nodded.

"do you know me?"

Jiang Han put down the teacup and walked up to the four of them.

Brother Fei Long and the others were so frightened that they couldn't even speak.

"Mr. Jiang is asking you something, answer it!" Uncle Hei roared sharply.

"Yes Yes!"

"No... I don't know each other!"

Brother Fei Long raised his head and glanced at Jiang Han, who seemed vaguely familiar.

"Then do you know him?" Jiang Han flashed out his phone.

Brother Feilong knows this person.

A beeping middle-aged man.

In the evening, their brothers just gave this guy a fat beating, so naturally they remembered it.

"He is my father." Jiang Han said coldly.

"what!"

Brother Feilong spun around for a while.

Since ancient times, the hatred of humiliating one's father has been utterly irreconcilable, but today he is doomed.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry."

"I'm blind, I'm not human, I'm a beast, I deserve to die!"

"Please, don't kill me, I really know I was wrong."

Several people quickly knelt down and begged for mercy, crying into a ball.

Jiang Han's face was full of frost, he walked out with a sneer.

"Let's go, a bunch of stupid pigs."

Uncle Hei kicked Feilong hard.

When they got downstairs, Jiang Han got into the car first.

Uncle Hei escorted the four of them into the back car, and the group went straight to the rental house.

Inside the rental house.

Zhang Qingsong was treating Jiang Jianguo's wounds with golden needles.

There was also a rich middle-aged man sitting beside him, watching respectfully.

"Dean Zhou, this is it."

Li Guimei carefully served tea to the middle-aged man and asked in a low voice.

She didn't know Zhang Qingsong, but she knew the middle-aged man.

To be precise, everyone in Dongzhou knew each other.

Zhou Zhiping, the president of Xihua Hospital.

"He is my benefactor, Mr. Zhang Qingsong, the genius doctor of Longguo." Zhou Zhiping was a little worried.

To be precise, he just missed a lecture given by Zhang Qingsong.

As far as students are concerned, they are still not qualified enough.

"He, he is the old genius doctor who said in the news that the golden needle can save lives?"

Li Guimei used to play Douyin even when she was free. Among the top ten gods in the Dragon Kingdom, there seemed to be this old gentleman.

"Exactly!" Zhou Zhiping nodded.

"This this!"

Li Guimei was so excited that she didn't know what to say.

"Siblings, shhh!" Zhou Zhiping made a silent gesture.

Li Guimei hurriedly covered her mouth and sat aside.

In the effort of a cup of tea, Zhang Qingsong used golden needles to clear up the bruises and swelling on Jiang Jianguo's face.

"Mr. Jiang, how do you feel?" Zhang Qingsong asked with a friendly smile while cleaning his hands, holding a tea bowl.

"Thank you Mr. Zhang, I, I don't hurt anymore, it's cool and comfortable."

"Thanks to the old miraculous doctor for treating my family Jianguo, thank you, thank you."

Both of them are honest people, Li Guimei whimpered and was about to kneel down to Mr. Zhang.

"I can't do it, I can't do it, it's just a matter of raising my hands, you are an old man of Zhesha."

This frightened Zhang Qingsong, and quickly helped Li Guimei up.

"Doctor Zhang, dare to ask, you, why did you come to our house."

"Look at our conditions, it's really..."

Li Guimei handed over the prepared red envelope nervously.

Jiang Jianguo sighed secretly.

Why was he beaten? He was arguing with a few gangsters about the fare, and he wanted to earn some money for his son's decoration.

As for this little trauma, he thought about shouldering it, and it will be fine in a few days, so he won't go to the hospital to spend money.

Unexpectedly, the head of the family and the genius doctor came to the door to treat the disease.

He is a miracle doctor, how can he settle the money?

There is no family if you give too much, and you are afraid of offending people if you give too little. It is really difficult at both ends.

(End of this chapter)