Cultivation Teacher's Life Record

The movement over there suddenly attracted everyone's attention, and everyone looked over there. By this time, many people had gathered around.

"Tell me, what should I do if such hot soup is poured on me?" The voice continued to come from the other side.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The night stall owner had already rushed over when he heard the commotion over there. He nodded and bowed in apology, and then said to the girl, "Shishi, why don't you apologize to this big brother quickly?"

"Dad, I don't apologize. It was because he raised his hand to touch me on purpose that I couldn't hold the plate." The girl said stubbornly.

"Damn it, according to you, I brought this on myself?" As soon as the girl's voice fell, there were rude curses and the sound of slapping the table.

"Why are you talking like a kid!" The boss scolded the girl, and then hurriedly apologized in a low voice: "Brother, don't worry about the girl who is still studying and not sensible. Otherwise, today's table will be counted.

My treat."

"What, this table is your treat? Damn it, what do you mean by that? Do you want to charge money for this meal after burning my brother like this? Do you still want to open this shop or not?" Table

The young man with long hair covering half of his face and a scar on his cheek suddenly threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground and cursed.

This young man is none other than Brother Feng Xiaodaodao, who had some issues with Zhang Weidong at the Supreme Casino.

"Teacher, let's go and do a favor? I saw clearly just now that the man deliberately reached out to touch the girl's butt. The girl wanted to avoid it, so she accidentally poured the soup on him." Zhao Xingyuan's face was filled with emotion.

He said to Zhang Weidong angrily. But Zhang Weidong didn't move, and he didn't dare. The so-called wisdom gained after learning a lesson, sometimes is not that people lack a sense of justice, but that sometimes this society is really hard to see through. Just like before in

What happened in the hotel was clearly their fault, but what was the result?

Seeing Zhao Xingyuan say this, Sui Li and others stared at Zhang Weidong with expectant eyes.

Zhang Weidong thought at first that it was just the little girl who accidentally poured the soup on the guests while serving the dishes, so he didn't take it seriously. After all, it was you who accidentally poured the soup on the guests, but you can't blame the guests for being angry. But then he started to feel something was wrong.

It smells good, and seeing that there is still an old "acquaintance" over there, I already feel a little angry in my heart.

"Let's go take a look." Zhang Weidong finally stood up and said.

Seeing Zhang Weidong stand up, Sui Li and others immediately cheered, then surrounded Zhang Weidong with excitement and pride and walked towards the table where the trouble was taking place.

"Brother Dao has something to say, something to say." The boss obviously knew Feng Xiaodao and hurriedly said with a smile.

"Brother Dao?" Zhao Xingyuan and others whispered after hearing this, their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly, and their steps slowed down unknowingly.

"Do you know him?" Zhang Weidong didn't expect that Brother Dao was somewhat famous. Even Zhao Xingyuan and others seemed to have heard of him, and judging from the situation, they were still afraid of him.

"I don't know him, but I heard from my classmates that he is the boss of the Knife Gang. I heard that there are dozens of boys, each with a knife, and they are very ruthless. Many people in the school have suffered from them. I heard that they are also the boss of the Knife Gang.

We charge protection fees in this area." Zhao Xingyuan whispered.

When Zhang Weidong heard this, he realized that it was not Dao Ge Niu, but that they were just gangsters who could not stand up to the stage. They could only blackmail students, treat them cruelly, or mess with these small vendors who had no backstage. But that's it.

Because of this, they have a remarkable reputation among students and the area. On the contrary, bosses like Dewey are far less famous among the common people than Brother Dao, because he has long disdained to play hard and hard with the students, let alone fall into trouble.

I act like a rogue on the street.

"Whether it's okay or not depends on whether Boss Huo is conscious or not!" Brother Dao said coldly.

After hearing this, Boss Huo realized what Brother Dao and the others were here for, and hurriedly said with a mournful face: "Brother Dao, my store has just opened not long ago. Look..."

"Look, look at your mother's head! Did you not understand what Brother Dao said?" A gangster with colorfully dyed hair sitting next to Brother Dao immediately slapped the table and stood up after hearing this.

"I really don't understand. How about asking Brother Dao to help explain it clearly?" At this moment, a cold voice sounded from behind the crowd.

"Who the hell is that? Are you tired of living?" Seeing that someone dared to show up, the gangster who dyed his hair in colorful colors immediately slapped the table and shouted, while looking towards Zhang Weidong.

Wearing black-framed eyes, he was elegant and elegant. At this sight, the gangster was immediately frightened and his legs were shaking. Although more than twenty days had passed, he couldn't bear the thought of almost having one of his hands chopped off that day.

He broke out in a cold sweat. Now, he saw this face again. It was as gentle and fair as before, but in his eyes, it looked like the devil had come.

"Dong, Dong, Brother Dong!" the gangster shouted with trembling legs and chattering teeth.

At first, Feng Xiaodao acted like a boss and put his feet on the chair, looking like a coward who didn't even bother to look at Zhang Weidong. But when he heard the gangster calling Dong Ge in a trembling voice, he hurriedly turned his head to look.

Seeing this, he was so frightened that he quickly put his feet down, stood up, and faced Zhang Weidong with a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Dong, Brother Dong, hello!" Feng Xiaodao said cautiously, but his heart was trembling. What Ironhand Dewey said in the office that day still lingers in his ears, and every time he thinks about it, he is filled with fear.

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Li Zhong and others thought that there would be another big fight this time, and they were even a little worried that Xiao Dao would be too powerful and they would be entangled and troubled afterwards. However, they never expected that Zhang Weidong would show up and run rampant in the Dongxin Road area.

Wuji's Dao brother was immediately frightened like a mouse seeing a cat. For a moment, everyone's mouths were open and their eyes almost fell off.

Could it be that the teacher is also the boss of the underworld? Wouldn't it mean that black and white take all? That's so fucking awesome!

The girl named Shi Shi stared at Zhang Weidong in great surprise with her beautiful black and white eyes. With her age and life experience, she really couldn't imagine why Zhang Weidong was so elegant and fair, and she looked like Zhang Weidong at first sight.

A boy who is like the big brother next door can actually scare men into looking like this.

"I'm very bad. I thought I heard someone say just now that I'm impatient with my life." Zhang Weidong said with a smile. He really hated these scumbags, but now he also knows that in this world

That's it, white people have their own way of living, black people have their own way of living, and ordinary people have their own way of living. He doesn't want to deliberately do anything to be a heroic hero who does justice and eliminates violence. He is not that great, and there are not that many.

Of course, time is the key point, and the law does not allow him to "act wildly" by relying on his super powers. But now that he has encountered them, Zhang Weidong doesn't want to just wave his hand and tell them to get out.

"Brother Dong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" When the gangster with colorfully dyed hair saw Zhang Weidong say this, he was so frightened that he almost peed his pants and bent down to apologize to him again and again.

However, Zhang Weidong didn't even glance at him, he just looked at Feng Xiaodao with cold eyes.

Zhang Weidong's gaze usually seems to be very kind and gentle, but at this time, his gaze is sharper than a sword. Not only that, but there is also an invisible and terrifying spiritual pressure in his gaze. Although Feng Xiaodao is still a person, but in Zhang Weidong's eyes,

Under this gaze, his whole body was filled with chills, and there was always an illusion that his life and death depended on his thoughts.

Cold sweat rolled down Feng Xiaodao's forehead unknowingly, and his heart felt like it was being pressed by a boulder, making him feel as if he was suffocating.