Grumpy boss, he's come to behave again

Chapter 7 The fight was seen
The sound was really abrupt and very disrespectful.

Ye Ziyue laughed out loud: "Brother Yu, please give me some face. They brought a group of people to surround us. We, no matter what, have to give them some greeting gifts."

Yan Yu didn't seem to hear anything, and casually touched the cigarette on the table and threw it at Ye Ziyue, saying in a grumpy tone, "Don't fucking quarrel with me."

Ye Zi became more and more aggrieved and glanced at Pei Yiming: "Okay, then let's stretch our muscles."

Pan Zhihao was so angry that they didn't take their brothers seriously at all, and he sneered.

"Brothers, today we are going to let the big guys from No. [-] Middle School have a try. What is Songsongpirou?"

Although Ye Ziyue and Pei Yiming have always been promiscuous and have never put their efforts into studying, they have both practiced Taekwondo seriously since childhood, and their attacks are fast and ruthless.

At first, almost all the people Pan Zhihao brought were beaten to the ground, but after a while, Pan Zhihao suddenly smiled sinisterly. Just when Pei Yiming felt something was wrong, his legs suddenly went weak and he was immediately kicked in the stomach.

"I am grass Nima!"

Not only him, Ye Ziyue also started to lose strength obviously, and he was about to be kicked hard on the head.

Suddenly, a keyboard slammed towards the attacker.

The man was instantly beaten to a bloody head, and Ye Ziyue escaped.

Yan Yu's expression was gloomy and indifferent. With a wave of his hand, the mouse hit one of Pan Zhihao's younger brothers. The younger brother screamed and let go, causing a bottle of spray to fall to the ground.

Yan Yu kicked open the window to let in some air, and carried Pei Yiming over.

"Fight, stay with me until the end."

Yan Yu suddenly smiled, but there was no smile in his dark eyes, only a cold light.

Pan Zhihao looked frightened for a while.

The spray they finally obtained was now used by Yan Yu, and Pan Zhihao lost more than half of his confidence in an instant.

But who can swallow this? "Fuck, come on, if I don't take revenge today, I, Pan Zhihao, will never be a human being!"

In the end, the fight was almost a one-on-one fight, but it ended after someone noticed something was wrong and called the police.

Not only Pan Zhihao and his party of nine, but Yan Yu and three others were also taken out by serious-looking police officers.

Ye Ziyue: "Brother Yu, don't worry, it's just something that will come out later."

The three of them didn't care. In fact, they were used to being interviewed by the police.

Yan Yu had just had a fight and his fist hit the glass. It was still bleeding. He didn't care. He took out a cigarette out of habit and put it in his mouth without lighting it.

The policeman obviously saw the group of people often, and he gave a very serious and helpless verbal education first.

Pan Zhihao was beaten so hard that he almost fainted. The police kept educating him by the side and kept talking. Pan Zhihao was so angry that he cursed a few times loudly.

This scolding is an insult to the police.

Therefore, it would have been easy for both parties to adjust once they had been educated, and it would not have been difficult for both parties.

Pan Zhihao scolded himself and sent him to the juvenile detention center for several days.

At this time, Yan Zhe, who was walking at the end and finally came over, was wearing a police uniform and an internship sign and looked at his injured cousin.

His tone was helpless: "I originally wanted to come see you, but I can see better this time. There is so much glass stuck in your hand, why are you still expressionless? Remember to go to the infirmary later to deal with it... "

Yan Zhe tried his best to persuade his cousin who never took his body seriously. He just said it well, and the boy didn't seem that impatient.

He saw the injured hand of his cousin who had been looking expressionless and indifferent suddenly spasm strangely, and then he quickly stuffed it into his pants pocket.

Then he squinted and looked in a certain direction.

Yan Zhe: "..." Do you think the glass is not deep enough?
(End of this chapter)