Chapter 1687 (1/2)
Mixing society depends on a breath of gas.
Now boss Wang's people have all been dispersed by Wang Peng.
There was a black line on everyone's head and they were silent.
Boss Wang is right. If he doesn't come back at this time, these people will break up!
The fame you have worked hard for so many years on the road will disappear!
There's no way. Wang Peng is so fucking rebellious!
For a time, more than 20 people in the office looked like laid-off workers. They bent their heads and smoked. The frown was called a deep one.
At the same time, they all raised a huge question mark.
Why?
Why did this happen?
Why do you always give advice when you see Wang Peng?
Just rush up and do it?
What are you afraid of?
What are you afraid of?
These questions have appeared in their minds more than once, and every time they get the answer is yes, but every time they see Wang Peng, there is no exception, and there is only one word in their head.
Run!
It's almost a subconscious reaction of the body.
There's no time to respond!
Only now that they have slowed down, will they ask themselves, what's going on? What are you afraid of?
Funny, but also quite helpless.
”I'll deal with Wang Peng.”
Just then, a very calm voice came.
Everyone looked at the sound.
The speaker is xiaomaocun.
Every time he came out, he wore a small hairy inch of martial Club clothes. At the moment, he stood up and spoke, and the huge martial character on his chest was quite dazzling.
It doesn't fit in with these little bastards.
After mixing with the leopard for a few days, Xiaomao inch adapted in an instant.
He is quite adapted to these lives.
Go out and fool around every day, play with women, hang out at night, and even have a good meal when you see someone who doesn't like you!
After living for 20 years, xiaomaocun has always been quite low-key and cost-effective.
I have never felt such an unrestrained life! Never been so crazy!
Such a life, let him quite enjoy.
Of course, he also wants to stand higher.
He knows that mixed society is a world of the jungle, so he has to rely on his fists to play his position!
The woman was robbed by Wang Peng at night that day, which always made him bear a grudge.
In his opinion, Wang Peng is really no big deal. He is thin and decadent.
How can such a person be his opponent?
”Grass, you?” the butcher looked at him with his eyes and said shamelessly.
Xiaomaocun nodded seriously: ”I'm enough to deal with Wang Peng alone.”
Few people believed this, but the leopard believed it!
He knows how powerful xiaomaocun is. Besides, there is an essential gap between martial arts practitioners and hunzi.
People are talking about routine. When you punch out, there are more than a dozen moves waiting for you.
But bastards are different. Fighting is relying on a strong force. Basically, they wave their arms monotonously and beat each other's head crazily.
At most, there are a few more electric guns. There are no other skills.
People who practice martial arts should not be underestimated.
But little bastards don't know anything about this.
The butcher said coldly, ”if you want to die, stay away from fucking death. Don't let us go and collect your body at that time!”