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Chapter 7 - Your face is nothing

”Brat, you …”

Looking at Zhou Yang who was approaching, Chen Ming was startled and shouted.

”Your face isn't even considered fart here.”

Zhou Yang stopped, looked coldly at Chen Ming, and said coldly.

After he finished speaking, he did not care about the furious Chen Ming in the slightest as he walked over.

”A fool has come!”

Seeing Zhou Yang walking over, the group of youths by the door laughed even more happily, but their faces revealed sinister expressions.

”I said, get lost!”

At this moment, Zhou Yang seemed to have become a completely different person. He was a decisive killer, a god of death who was bathed in blood.

The 10 or so sneering thugs' smiles froze. Just a moment ago, they had actually felt a chill invade.

”Who is he?”

Behind him, Zhu Xirou looked at Zhou Yang's back, his eyes filled with doubt.

”Is he really Zhou Yang?”

Xia Man muttered to herself.

For some reason, at this moment, Zhou Yang felt that he could support the heavens, making people believe in him inexplicably.

Zhou Yang looked straight ahead as he walked towards the door.

On both sides, more than a dozen youths were eager to give it a try, but none of them dared to step forward.

Branch...

The door was pushed open and a wailing sound could be heard from inside.

Hearing that, Zhu Xirou immediately rushed in, with Xia Man following closely behind.

”What's going on outside?”

Almost at the same moment the door was pushed open, a lazy voice sounded from inside.

”This sound …”

Hearing this voice, Chen Ming's heart inexplicably trembled.

He seemed to have heard this voice somewhere before.

”Manager Chen, save me! Save me!”

Just as Chen Ming was deep in thought, Chen Ke's begging voice came out from inside.

Hearing that, Chen Ming's body trembled.

In the next second, he realised that Zhu Xirou and the rest had already entered.

Now that he thought about it, it was already impossible to leave. Chen Ming felt a little regretful, and could only grit his teeth and walk in.

In a dark room, a group of coquettish dressed women were swinging their sexy bodies. On a leather sofa, a bald man around 40 years old was lying there, hugging each other.

Upon closer inspection, there was a long scar extending from the man's shiny head all the way to the right corner of his eye.

”Boss Hong!”

The moment he saw the person, Chen Ming immediately remembered who the owner of the voice was and cried out.

Hair suddenly rose up as cold sweat uncontrollably flowed down his body, his legs were shaking with all his might. Chen Ming looked at the figure on the sofa in terror.

In the southeast region of Han City, who didn't know his name?

This was a vicious person. Whether it was a person of the underworld or a person of the righteous path, they all had to respect him.

Rumor has it that three years ago, a director of the southeast district offended him, and the director suddenly died the next day.

No one knew who did it, but those in the underworld knew very well that other than the Boss Hong, no one else would have the guts to do so.

It was from that time onwards that the Boss Hong took control of the large South-East Region.

Back then, Chen Ming had also met him once, and in front of this person, Shao Wenshan did not dare to be arrogant.

At this moment, Chen Ming truly regretted it.

Who is Chen Ming? I heard you are the spokesperson for the Shao Group's Shao Wenshan? ”

While Chen Ming was panic-stricken, the Boss Hong on the sofa moved and said indifferently.

Hearing that, Chen Ming almost fell to the ground, his face full of fear.

”Yes, yes.” Lowering his head, Chen Ming nodded his head.