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

Wang Cheng looked at the tall girl standing in front of him and shook his head slightly. He could see that Zhao Zihong had some signs of training, but it was not enough to bother him.

However, he did admire the girl's courage for standing up in such a situation.

"Girl, get out of the way. You can't stop me. Don't worry, I won't be violent towards your friends."

"You're talking nonsense." Zhao Zihong's temper had already flared up. There was no such word as "backing down" in her vocabulary.

"Whether you can stop it or not is not up to you." After saying that, Zhao Zihong directly broke free from Song Tang's hand that was tightly holding her arm. There was no reason for her to give in when someone was forcing her to her face.

He took a step forward and threw a decisive punch.

"Zhao Zihong!"

"Old Zhao!"

The three people behind him exclaimed.

Seeing Zhao Zihong swinging a heavy punch towards him, heading straight for his left jaw, Wang Cheng felt quite emotional.

This girl has some skills, but if that's all she can do, it's of no use.

While thinking about this, Wang Cheng did not slow down his movements.

He raised his left forearm to block Zhao Zihong's backhand punch, and at the same time, he stretched out his right hand and pushed Zhao Zihong's left shoulder.

But he finally retracted his strength, and Zhao Zihong was pushed back three or four steps and stopped in front of Song Tang and the others.

"Little girl, you are good at boxing and have good strength. But it's not of much use to me." Wang Cheng said with a smile to Zhao Zihong, who looked unwilling.

With just one move and a single encounter, she was pushed back. Even then, the other person was holding back, and Zhao Zihong could feel it.

"Tsk, you're overestimating yourself. I advise you to be obedient, compensate me for the car, and then hand the person over to me." The young man who had been leaning against the Ferrari said sarcastically.

No martial artist would retreat in the face of a battle. Just when Zhao Zihong was about to attack again, Wang Cheng, who was about to move forward, suddenly had his pupils constricted, stopped, and looked serious as if he was facing a great enemy.

At the same time, a hand reached out from behind Zhao Zihong, placed it on her shoulder and held her down, preventing her from moving forward.

Zhao Zihong, as if carrying a tremendous force on his shoulders, turned his head and saw that it was an acquaintance.

Song Tang's personal female bodyguard, Qiongying.

"You did a good job. Go stand next to the lady and leave the rest to me." Qiongying smiled at Zhao Zihong and pushed her behind her.

Seeing this, Song Tang and the other two quickly pulled the still dazed Zhao Zihong to their side.

Only then did Zhao Zihong understand why Song Tang had always been so fearless. It turned out that Qiongying had appeared without them noticing. And now, standing behind them was Feng Bo, who had a grin on his face!

In fact, Qiongying and Feng Bo were there the entire time, from the moment the vehicles slightly rear-ended each other until Zhao Zihong took action.

Because Zhou Jing had informed them that situations that did not involve personal safety should be left to the young lady to handle on her own.

So they just watched quietly until Wang Cheng got out of the car and took action.

Originally, Feng Bo wanted to step forward when Wang Cheng appeared and Zhao Zihong blocked his way, but was stopped by Qiongying.

"Wait a minute, it's not a big deal. Let me see how this little girl named Zhao Zihong is doing."

Feng Bo saw that Qiongying was somewhat interested in Zhao Zihong, so he just let it go. After all, they were confident that they could solve all the problems before Song Tang and the others were hurt.

Wang Cheng stared cautiously at the woman who suddenly appeared before him, his inner vigilance raised to the highest level. She didn't feel like a woman at all, but a tiger!

"Wang Cheng, what are you doing? Are you scared of a woman? Hurry up, I have something else to do."

The ignorant master behind him, whose aura was invisible, was urging him to get on the road. Wang Cheng smiled bitterly and, facing the somewhat amused look of Qiongying opposite him, quickly strode forward.

Seeing the other party rushing towards her, Qiongying restrained her expression, suddenly shifted her feet, slightly bent her legs, and used her strength from her feet to shoot out like lightning in an instant.

Wang Cheng, who was rushing forward, suddenly had a changed expression. He didn't expect the opponent's speed to be so fast.

Before he could get going, the hands in front of him were blocked by Qiongying who came up to attack him and knocked them apart, leaving the door wide open for a moment.

In a flash, Wang Cheng had no chance to react at all, and Qiongying, who had bumped into his arms, started to attack.

Wing Chun punching, close combat!

In an instant, Wang Cheng's chest exploded with a loud bang. Qiongying threw more than ten punches in a short period of time, making Wang Cheng's face turn purple and retreat repeatedly!

I can't continue to be so passive. If I continue like this, I will die here today!

Thinking of this, Wang Cheng swallowed the blood in his throat with a determined heart, gathered his hands together and tried to block.

But the gap is the gap. Qiongying beat him just like he beat Zhao Zihong.

Seeing that the opponent was about to take a stance, Qiongying continued to stick close to him, and used her elbows to break up Wang Cheng's hands again. She put the five fingers of her right hand together into a palm and thrust forward suddenly!

Wing Chun - Finger!

Qiongying held back on her killing move and did not poke Wang Cheng's eyes and throat, but instead stabbed Wang Cheng hard in the chest.

Wang Cheng struggled in vain and was beaten stiff, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his throat.

Before he fell to the ground, Qiongying turned her head to avoid the blood and continued to exert her strength. The palm of her hand that was still poking Wang Cheng's chest instantly curled into a fist and rushed forward!

Wing Chun - Inch Punch!

Wang Cheng, who was already unconscious, was instantly knocked off the ground by the impact and crashed into the Ferrari less than two meters behind him, making a loud bang.

Before all the witnesses could scream in surprise, the young Ferrari owner, who didn't know the consequences of his own actions, rushed forward cursing and tried to pull away Qiongying, who was full of murderous intent.

He was probably still a little drunk, what a foolish act.

As soon as his hand touched Qiongying's sleeve, he was pulled by a huge force, and then a hand grabbed the back of his head, and his entire head was pressed heavily against the hood of the Ferrari.

"Boom--!"

There was a dull sound, and the whole world was silent.

The poor young Ferrari driver fell headfirst and smashed the hood of his Ferrari with his face, deforming it.

At this time, he was completely motionless, lying face down on the hood of the Ferrari, already unconscious, with only a little blood flowing from the place where his face touched the car.

From the moment Qiongying appeared and stopped Zhao Zihong to the moment Qiongying pressed the young man unconscious on the car body, the whole process took less than a minute!

The crowd on the street had no time to react before the conflict was over.

Everyone was so dazzled that they couldn't see anything clearly. They just heard the crackling sound of fists hitting flesh, and then one by one they fainted.

However, everyone saw clearly the scene in the end where the Ferrari owner was pressed on the back of the head and hit his beloved car with a headbutt.

After seeing that the opponent was defeated and the fight was over, Qiongying returned to Song Tang as if nothing had happened.

"Miss, have you called the police or an ambulance?"

Qiongying's soul-searching questions left everyone dumbfounded.

Sister, you called so quickly, in less than a minute, how could we remember to call the police or an ambulance?

"Okay, I beat you up when you stopped the little girl." Feng Bo, who came up from behind, said with a smile.

As the saying goes, one's own people know one's own people. The rescue center asked about the injured person's condition over the phone. The situation Feng Bo reported to the other party was basically the same as the current situation at the scene.

It was just an accident where he hit his beloved car with his head.

"Wait a minute, you hit too fast, you have to wait a while. But it's not a big problem, you won't die."