The God of Wealth: The growth journey of the poor white rich beauty

No wonder the crowd dispersed so quickly this time. Who wouldn’t be afraid of the chilling feeling coming from that huge bone-cutting knife?

Just now, after sending Song Tang and the others out, Sister Qing came back and was settling the bill for another table of guests when the waiter who was clearing the tables outside rushed in in a hurry.

"Madam, Madam! Let's go and take a look. The friends you just sent away have been stopped by a group of people. I think Yan Liu and the others are among them."

Sister Qing's face changed immediately, and she left the customer who was checking out and walked towards the kitchen.

The customer was a little angry at the boss lady for ignoring him.

Just as I was about to complain, I saw the proprietress who had been so polite just now, coming out from the kitchen with a huge bone-cutting knife in her hand and a cold face.

The two grown men instantly turned into little chicks, shrinking to the side and keeping silent.

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Sister Qing, who had dispersed the crowd and walked into the venue, stunned everyone in the venue.

Zhou Jing, who was about to say something, looked at Sister Qing who was like a demon and sighed inwardly.

This is the true face of this usually reserved proprietress.

Both sides stopped temporarily and looked at Sister Qing who was approaching.

"Ding Sanxi, you're so brave! Yan Liu, get back here! Do you believe I'll chop you up?"

Sister Qing stood in the middle of the field, pointing a bone-cutting knife at the other party with a cold tone.

Looking at the big knife that was poked right in front of his nose, the guy with gold-rimmed glasses took two steps back in fear. He felt that his nose had been frozen by the cold blade.

The first man in the other group had a face full of anger, while the other strong man in a black shirt had a bitter smile on his face, with the fat on his face squeezed into a ball.

"Sister Qing, I'm doing things for people for money, you..."

Before Yan Liu finished speaking, he saw the fat boss, still wearing an apron, slowly walk up to Sister Qing and stand beside her.

There was no sense of oppression on the smiling fat face, but it made Yan Liu shut his mouth.

"Xiao Wu, are you sure you want to follow Yan Liu into this mess? Sister Qing will chop you up, and at worst, you'll have to stay in prison for three years. Think carefully."

Sister Qing's words were full of sharpness, and the faces of several people on the opposite side changed drastically.

"Sister, but we took other people's money, this..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Song Tang stood up from behind Zhou Jing and Qin Zhaoyang.

Sister Qing has come all the way here to help me, even though we are not related. I can't just stand by and watch her get into trouble for me.

"I roughly know what's going on and who's behind it."

"You can't wade into this muddy water."

The moment Song Tang stood in the middle of the field and spoke, his aura changed.

Sister Qing looked at the little girl in surprise.

I vaguely remember the first time I played against Gao Feng here, and I cried. I didn't expect such a big change.

Zhou Jing felt very relieved, while the guy with gold-rimmed glasses opposite her had a drastic change of expression.

The other party knew of Li Dengke's existence, but still dared to be so tough, which showed that they were not afraid at all.

The three people in the dormitory were all star-struck by their sisters' awesomeness, and the hedgehog-haired Qin Zhaoyang felt that he admired the domineering Song Tang even more?

"Give them back whatever you guys collected. I'll give you double the money later."

"That's all I have to say. If you insist on targeting me, I'm not a pushover!"

"Wei Wu!"

After Song Tang finished saying these words, he called Wei Wu and pulled Sister Qing and the fat boss back.

She couldn't make things difficult for Sister Qing, as some of them were obviously related to Sister Qing.

So even for Sister Qing, she was willing to give the other party a chance, it just depends on whether they accept it.

Everyone saw that after Song Tang and the other two retreated, four people came in from both sides and stood less than three meters in front of Ding Sanxi, Yan Liu and the guy with gold-rimmed glasses.

The fat boss' pupils shrank and he stared at the backs of the four figures, three men and one woman, in front of him.

Even Sister Qing was surprised. The pressure from the four people in front of her was so great that even standing behind them and watching their backs, she could feel it.

One can imagine how the guy with gold-rimmed glasses feels now, standing at the front and facing Wei Wu and the other three.

He now had nowhere to retreat, and the four people in front of him made him feel like there were four wild beasts standing in front of him!

Many thugs were now getting nervous. The pressure these four people brought to them was too strong.

Yan Liu felt that the woman opposite him could beat him to death.

After some consideration, Yan Liu and Xiao Wu, a total of seven people, retreated.

Seeing this, Sister Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

She could tell that if they really took action, these four people would definitely kill them. At that time, Yan Liu and the others would really have to leave it to fate.

The withdrawal of Yan Liu and the others made Brother Glasses even more panicked. He had no choice but to take out his cell phone and call his master.

After hanging up the phone, the guy with gold-rimmed glasses turned around and said to his own people with gritted teeth, "The boss said that the salary will be tripled, and if injured, he will be treated, and if he dies, he will be buried. The funeral expenses are two million."

The thugs, who were originally hesitant, became determined when they heard this.

The people on Song Tang's side also heard it and sighed slightly. It seemed that there was no way to resolve the matter today.

Thinking of this, Song Tang whispered to the bodyguards in front of him: "Be careful, especially you, Chen Xiong, don't beat anyone to death."

Song Tang probably knows something about this; she is not really ignorant of the ways of the world.

In Dragon Country, how could an ordinary bodyguard carry a gun? But she had felt one on Qiongying before.

In an instant, the situation on the field changed suddenly.

The guy with gold-rimmed glasses retreated to the crowd and said, "Go ahead and grab that woman."

The remaining dozen or so thugs immediately took action.

All the onlookers around retreated a little further away again, and someone could be seen calling the police.

Chen Xiong took the lead, stomping his right foot on the ground, raising dust like a tiger descending from the mountain, and crashing into the enemy crowd.

In a moment, people and horses fell to the ground. One unlucky man was hit in the chest by Chen Xiong's arm and flew three meters away. He lay on the ground with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his life or death was unknown.

Qiongying took two steps back and stood in front of Song Tang, guarding against any fish that might have escaped and rushed over.

Sister Qing and the fat boss standing nearby also had sullen expressions, staring intently at the battle situation in the arena.

Qin Zhaoyang looked eager to try, but unfortunately he was held back by Zhao Zihong and Han Jing.

This was what Song Tang had just ordered. Even if Qin Zhaoyang was not satisfied, he had to keep it to himself.

Wei Wu easily dodged a baton that was coming at him by leaning sideways. When the opponent had almost lost his momentum, he reached out and grabbed his head, pressing it down hard, and then gave him a heavy knee strike.

Instantly there was a muffled groan, and a man lay unconscious on the ground with blood all over his face. It seemed that his nose was broken.

Feng Bo grabbed a stick at some point and started swinging it left and right, making a whistling sound and beating the people around him so hard that they screamed like ghosts.

In a short while, there were not many people left standing in the field.

The ground was filled with wailing sounds, and some people were lying motionless, and it was unknown whether they were alive or dead.

Wei Wu and the other two didn't even breathe, they just stood there calmly, looking at the only two remaining people on the other side.

Looking at his brothers lying on the ground, Ding Sanxi was filled with anger.

After all these years in society, when have you ever suffered such a loss?

Even Sister Qing and her husband had never made them so embarrassed more than ten years ago.

The two men looked at each other and took out a foot-long boning dagger from somewhere on their bodies!

Seeing that the knife was about to draw blood, the crowd was in an uproar and retreated again.

This was different from what had happened just now. Sister Qing's bone-chopping knife was more of a deterrent, but these two desperate men were truly risking their lives.

Chen Xiong and Feng Bo sneered. Is that all?

Wei Wu looked at the two people opposite him with impatience, as if he was looking at a clown.

Seeing that the other party pulled out a knife, Wei Wu no longer wanted to get entangled with these scumbags.

His hand slid across his waist, and just as he was about to move, he was held down by Chen Xiong beside him.

The people behind them, who had been making some noise, suddenly fell silent. Everyone, including Sister Qing and her husband and Qin Zhaoyang, looked nervous.

Wei Wu's actions and the corner of his clothes that he had just lifted up allowed the people behind him to see clearly what was hidden in his lower back!