Hu Fu Wu Bei Zhao Nianxia

The more than 100 million Mercedes-Benz "Spinter" seemed worthless to the young man, and Wu Bei couldn't help being taken aback.

Looking at the blue coupe again, the car was refitted, and the chassis was close to the ground. Although the sign was deliberately removed, it should be worth a lot.

A few years ago, when he was a soldier in the imperial capital, he met many second-generation sons and boys who liked to play with cars like this.

Could it be that this guy is from the imperial capital?

the other side.

The boy pushed Han Wei away impatiently, frowning and urging: "Should I pay you 20 yuan, cash or transfer? I'm in a hurry!"

I have seen rich and powerful people, but I have never seen such arrogance.

Although Han Wei was vulgar, but since he could follow Luo Xue around, he would definitely not be careless. He also instantly felt that he might have kicked the iron plate.

After frowning and thinking for a few seconds, he squeezed out a smile like a chrysanthemum blooming: "What do you call me, brother, maybe our boss and your lord are friends..."

"It's over if you hit your car and pay you, what do you call me!"

The guy interrupted directly, looked left and right, then pointed to the self-service bank across the road, nuzui: "Go, I'll get you some money!"

After finishing speaking, he turned back to a hotel security guard and pouted: "Find any repair shop, I live in room 888!"

Before the security guard made a sound, Han Wei jumped up to the guy as if his tail was being stepped on, and asked with an exaggerated expression: "Isn't room 888 the only presidential suite in Caesars? I heard that even if you have money, you may not be able to live in it. Is the brother a relative of the boss?"

"Is there anything money can't do these days?! If there is, it must be that your money is not in place!"

The boy tilted his neck and curled his lips, with a look of disdain.

Han Wei's face was awkward, and he smiled obsequiously, completely forgetting that this kid gave him a big mouth just now.

"Come on, I'm in a hurry!"

Ignoring Han Wei's embarrassment, the boy walked towards the self-service bank opposite.

Han Wei was stunned for three seconds, and ordered his subordinates: You guys clean up the scene and don't affect the hotel's business.

Then he trotted out: "Brother, it doesn't matter if you pay or not, let's just make friends."

Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, the melon-eaters around immediately dispersed.

Wu Bei narrowed his eyes and stared at Han Wei for a moment, then followed him.

Outside the self-service bank, Han Wei held his mobile phone and made a call: "Mr. Luo, the kid who hit our car seems to be very difficult..."

Through the bright glass window, Wu Bei saw the young man with his back on his back withdrawing money, and swooped in behind Han Wei.

"Hello, Brother Wei?"

Wu Bei patted Han Wei on the shoulder.

"What the hell..."

Han Wei turned his head reflexively.

Then it was dark before his eyes, and before he had time to see what was going on, he felt his clothes being lifted up from bottom to top, directly covering his head.

At the same time, intense pain came from his lower abdomen.

Wu Bei pressed Han Wei's head with his left hand, and hit Han Wei several times with his right hand.

"Who! Help!"

Han Wei was so frightened that he struggled and shouted.

It's a pity that his subordinates were all busy dealing with the accident, so no one paid attention to this side, and after all, there was a street across, so his voice couldn't spread out.

During the pushing and shoving, Wu Bei tripped Han Wei with a sharp kick, and kicked Han Wei twice on the head like a victim.

Soon Han Wei had no reaction and went into shock.

"cough..."

Suddenly, the guy with dreadlocks came out of the bank and witnessed the whole scene.

Wu Bei glanced at the other party, and the boy immediately raised his thumb: "Dude, I'm indirectly blind, you continue!"

After giving the other party a grateful look, Wu Bei turned and left.

"Brother, the second brother likes you, if you are interested, you can find me in room 888! My surname is Luo!"

After walking a few steps away, the young man's voice sounded from behind Wu Bei's head.

Wu Bei accelerated his pace even more, and easily disappeared in front of the boy with the help of a car parked on the side of the road.

But he didn't go far, but hid behind a tool cart. He had to make sure if Han Wei saw him, otherwise he would be in great trouble.

After Wu Bei left, the guy immediately went to Han Wei's side: "Hey, don't sleep, wake up!"

"Who! Don't hit me!"

The fainted Han Wei was shaken awake, and raised his head in horror.

The guy who claimed to be the second brother smirked and pouted: "Brother, I didn't realize that you are still a performance artist, you threw yourself into a shit."

"I.. I fell down by myself?"

At this moment, Han Wei's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his small eyes were full of ignorance and confusion.

The boy nodded again and again: "It's not bad, I can see clearly."

"Ouch, it hurts...my ribs seem to be broken..."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Han Wei clutched his stomach and let out a miserable howl...

At this moment, in a box of Caesars Crown, Luo Xue was also sweating profusely.

The girl she called "Miss Nianxia" stirred the coffee in front of her calmly: "Mr. Luo, I want all the information about the employee who was bullied by you in your company this morning."