The unrestrained and arrogant voice echoed the road.

The audience was immediately in an uproar.

For a moment, the crowd was infuriated.

"Trump! Who is this? It's so arrogant. Do you think Nanming belongs to his family?"

"I'm paralyzed. I've grown up in Nanming since I was a child. I've never seen someone like Nanming before. I really embarrass our Nanming."

"I regard human life as a mustard, but now I dare to speak out loud. Why don't such a person hit lightning?"

...

Amid the crowd's angrily scolding.

Suddenly, a shocking sound rang out.

"Wait, why do I see that the man is familiar with the license plate number of Ferrari? This... isn't this the young master of Mr. Zhang's family?"

As soon as the words came out, the angry people immediately changed their expressions.

Mr. Zhang San of the Southern Ming Dynasty!

That is a household name!

Because he ranks third in the wealth of Nanming, he is called Zhang Sanye.

But there has always been a saying in Nanming that is, "The flowing water is like one or two, and the iron is like Mr. Zhang San."

In the eyes of the people born and raised in Nanming, the number one and second place in the Nanming rich list will be changed every few years.

Only Mr. Zhang San was always nailed to the third place on the rich list.

No matter how the wind and clouds change, he remains unmoved.

This made the public gradually suspicious that Mr. Zhang San could not increase his wealth, but just wanted to rank third.

In addition, the famous No. 2 ranked in the Rich List always gave Zhang Sanye three points, which made the speculations more and more confirmed.

It is precisely this suspicion that over time, Mr. Zhang's prestige has skyrocketed step by step in Nanming.

In Nanming, you can’t know any wealthy family on the list of rich people, but it is absolutely impossible not to know Mr. Zhang San!

Next to Nissan.

Gu Qingying looked at Zhang Ao who was walking towards her, her eyes full of disgust and disgust.

Chen Dong, who was sitting in a wheelchair and was carried out by Kunlun and Old Long, had a cold all over his body soared to the extreme.

This made Old Long and Kunlun feel frozen all over.

Chen Dong's expression was extremely gloomy.

The coldness in his eyes gradually turned into murderous intent.

In the eyes that were narrowed into slits, in an instant, it seemed like a sea of ​​blood was surging and white bones were built.

Pre-murdered murder!

He was even more arrogant and arrogant on the street, insulting his wife so much?

Gu Qingying has always been his reverse scale.

Not to mention the scene just now.

Extremely angry.

Chen Dong laughed out loud.

But this smile seemed particularly strange and invisible under the night.

Next second.

When the wheelchair landed, Chen Dong's laughter came to an abrupt end.

He said coldly: "Kunlun, break his legs!"

The coldness is extremely fierce, and the murderous intent is overwhelming.

"Abide by the order!"

Kunlun bowed and took the order.

His majestic figure directly blocked Gu Qingying's body, exuding terrifying oppression, and walked towards Zhang Ao.

Take life and insult your wife.

This is a taboo for men!

It is the reverse scale of every man.

"Hahaha... Are you so terrified? Who do you think you are?"

Zhang Ao felt the oppression and murderous intent emitted by Kunlun, and immediately became a little drunk, but he still pointed at Chen Dong and laughed: "A dead disabled person, dare to be so arrogant to me? In my eyes, you are just a broken leg dog, and you still want to break my legs? In Nanming, who dares to break my legs? My dad..."

However.

Not finished speaking.

Kunlun's figure suddenly burst out, as if it was running thunder.

It appeared in front of Zhang Ao in an instant.

The strong wind roared on Zhang Ao, and the sturdy wind that was raised made Zhang Ao stagger a little.

When he comes to his senses.

Kunlun was already standing in front of him.

The towering body exudes an extremely domineering aura, completely covering him in the shadow.

In an instant.

Zhang Ao's expression condensed and he held his breath.

Fear spreads wildly.

Facing Kunlun, he instantly felt like he was facing the God of Death.

"My young master is not afraid of anyone!"

Kunlun spit out a sentence from his teeth.

Next second.

Bang!

The big hand like a palm fan instantly covered Zhang Ao's head.

In a violent and violent manner, Zhang Ao slammed Zhang Ao's head on the roof of the Ferrari.

The roof of the Ferrari, which was already deformed due to a car accident, instantly drew a big hole with this bang.

Simple and crude, without any fancy.

However, it made everyone present take a breath of cold air.

On the noisy road.

In an instant, it seemed as if the cold wind was shrouded in it.

Stumbled into a dead silence.

Everyone's eyes looked at Kunlun were filled with fear and astonishment.

However.

Next second.

A more terrifying scene appeared.

After a dunk.

Kunlun has not stopped.

Instead, in full view of everyone, he raised his right foot, whistled the wind, and kicked Zhang Ao's right foot calf directly.

Bang!

Click!

A loud noise was accompanied by the sound of bone breaking.

"ah!"

Almost at the same time, Zhang Ao screamed like a pig, echoing the road.

Everyone screamed, and their bodies shook and their bodies were numb.

Lin Xueer's face changed drastically, and she was disgraced at Kunlun who was raising her feet again, saying, "Stop! He is the young master of Mr. Zhang San of the Southern Ming Dynasty!"

"Master Zhang San of the Southern Ming Dynasty? Haha...what is a mess?"

Bang!
To be continued...