Two followers following him rushed forward. Song Baojun was about to call for a violent personality to fight back, but he was immediately slapped in the face, which was so painful.

He was also thinking about how to relieve the crisis. He was kicked in his stomach, and immediately he was so painful that tears and snot flew together. He rolled into the sofa for a moment and couldn't make a sound. He was unable to enter the "image space" mentioned by the vulgar personality.

Zhang Mingfang covered her ears and screamed: "Don't hit me!"

Wang Lingjuan took out the phone and wanted to call her family for help. A subordinate immediately reached out to snatch it and giggled, "I'm sorry, Miss Wang, you can't call."

Wang Lingjuan stared at Lai Zixiang viciously, her teeth tightly bit her lower lip, and a thin mark was drawn.

Lai Zixiang turned a blind eye to the girl's expression, and instead felt a strange pleasure in his heart. He sat next to Song Baojun, about to ask his subordinates to beat him until he died. Another man with a scathing eyes hurried over and said, "Young Master Xiang, what's the fun of fighting just? It's better to humiliate him hard in front of Miss Wang, so that he would be better off than death."

Mr. Lai Er knew that his son was arrogant and easily offended, so he spent a lot of money to hire a few powerful thugs to follow his son in the local gang to prevent it from being unfavorable. Several thugs were routine offenders who had been squatting in the bureau. They were bad at the start and had extraordinary methods, and they were not comparable to those of the famous baseball player Dong Changhe. Lai Zixiang led them to be rampant for a while, no one dared to provoke him. The man with a scathing eyes was a cousin of Mr. Lai. He had some knowledge and had always been like a bad person, playing with each other, and helping him come up with bad ideas.

Lai Zixiang thought this was not the case. What else could relieve his anger than humiliating a wild man in front of someone he cared about? He said: "Get this little bastard up and let him know how steel was made."

A thug grabbed Song Baojun's hair and dragged it straight up. He spitted thick phlegm into the elegant crystal wine glass and mixed it with the purple-red liquid, saying, "Drink it!"

Song Baojun stung his neck tightly, and the thug simply grabbed the wine glass and poured it into his mouth.

He gritted his teeth tightly and poured a glass of wine on his neck.

Seeing that the otaku was so disrespectful, the thug was a little embarrassed and pressed him hard and said, "Kneel down!"

Of course, Song Baojun refused. He kicked him with a thug and knelt half his knee.

Lai Zixiang was proud and glanced at Wang Lingjuan in secret, and said with a smile: "Good grandson, kneel down and kowtow three times, I will spare you this time."

Song Baojun suddenly felt a burst of blood rushing to his forehead. He didn't know where the strength came from. He pushed the thug away and jumped up. His body was so tense that he stood straight up. He said proudly: "I, Song Baojun, kneel down, unless you die, I will die!"

"Haha, I'm really a bit terrible." Lai Zixiang shook his head and looked helpless, "Then let him look good, don't eat anything that's fine if you toast!"

During the noise, the young man who was talking in a low voice with the deputy mayor at the No. 19 next door heard the word "Song Baojun" and stood up. His originally lazy expression suddenly turned into a serious mass.

He turned his face back, and his cold eyes immediately locked at the people at Table 20, threw the deputy mayor who was stunned and walked straight over. Seven or eight followers stood up and followed behind.

"Who is Song Baojun?" The young man completely abandoned his calm and composed manner, straightened his body and asked urgently, looking at Lai Zixiang and then at Song Baojun with a bruised nose and swollen face.

Seeing this, several thugs who were about to take action stopped and took a look at the statements of Lai Zixiang and other owners. The visitor was really too imposing. Just standing forward was like a shady Yuezhi. Even these thugs who were running around the old world did not have much confidence.

"I am." Song Baojun responded with the wine that wiped his neck.

The young man's eyes immediately looked like a hundred-watt light bulb, and he asked anxiously: "What's your dad's name?"

Song Baojun was confused and asked why he was doing this. Didn’t he see me being beaten? But he thought quickly, thinking that the other party asked his father’s name for no reason, maybe he had some connection with a relationship, so he honestly replied: “My father’s name is Song Shixian.”

"Cousin! It's really you!" The young man no longer cared about his identity and rushed forward to hold his hands and shouted, "Song Shixian is my uncle, your aunt is my mother, and I am your cousin!"

"Ah, you are Uncle Du's son!" Song Baojun remembered the story his father had told earlier, and suddenly realized that it is true that we will meet in life, why do we have to know each other when we meet again? I didn't expect that meeting on such an occasion is embarrassing, touching, and extremely embarrassing.

It turned out that this person was Du Yinlang, the second son of Du Yuanyong, the commander-in-chief of the Central Navy Military Region. Seeing him walking in and out, several heavyweights accompanying him, he was much better than himself.

Du Yinlang was very excited and held his cousin's hand tightly and said, "I saw you several times when I was a child, but I still don't recognize you. It's a big change. A few years ago, I went to Chazhou to visit my mother's grave, but you didn't see you at school. If you heard you shout, we two brothers really missed it. My dad locked me in Zhonghai and wanted to come and see my uncle, hey, it wouldn't be fine!"

Du Yinlang lost his mother since childhood, and he didn't even see his mother. He was an embarrassing identity as an illegitimate child, so he was unable to integrate into the big family system. The wife his father later married was not as good as him, so he valued his uncle's family very much.

Song Baojun hurriedly said, "The previous generation has a mess, and I only heard my dad say that he has a cousin today." He sighed for a moment, forgetting the embarrassing thing that he had just been beaten up by Lai Zixiang.

Seeing that the two cousins ​​expressed their feelings to each other, Lai Zixiang curled his lips and sneered: "Get up, big guy, haven't you seen me repairing your cousin? I'll recognize you later and I'll let you go to the septic tank to recognize it."
Chapter completed!