Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

Zhuo Bufan raised his hand and grabbed Zhang Xing's palm and pressed it on the table. A bamboo stick pierced the palm directly, and blood flowed down the edge of the glass tea table.

"Ah..." Zhang Xing clutched his palm in pain and jumped up and down on the spot, just like a monkey.

"A Xing, Young Master Zhang."

Sun Qi, Yang Jian, and Yuan Shuang's faces all changed. They didn't expect Zhuo Bufan to make a move, and the attack was so ruthless, it was not the style of an ordinary high school student at all.

"Zhuo Bufan, you are looking for death, and you dare to hurt Zhang Shao?" Yang Jian clenched his fists and stared at Zhuo Bufan angrily, but he didn't dare to make a move. Zhuo Bufan's smooth and smooth move just now was obviously practiced.

"Godfather, you want to avenge me!" Zhang Xing clutched his palm, blood dripped down on the ground, and held down his injured wrist to prevent more blood from flowing.

Sun Qi frowned tightly, and there was a gleam of sharpness in his eyes, and the boys behind him stared at Zhuo Bufan one after another, glaring at Sun Qi as a sign of throwing cups.

"Okay, good, young and frivolous, you are from the Zhuo family and I won't touch you, but someone will come to clean you up soon." Sun Qi suddenly sneered. Although Zhuo Bufan was not favored in the Zhuo family, his surname was Zhuo after all. He really didn't dare to do anything to Zhuo Bufan, but he invited Zhang Ming to come over today to tell the story. As long as he doesn't help, Zhang Ming will definitely not let Zhuo Bufan go.

Zhuo Bufan stood up and drank the wine in the glass. This is when the whole open-air field suddenly became restless. The guests who came out to eat barbecue stood up one after another and made way for a group of people, about twenty-three, with tattoos. Wearing gold chains, they are all bastards near Lizhi Town.

Sun Qi looked at it and said with a smile: "Zhuo Bufan, let me see if you can continue to be arrogant."

Yang Jian and Yuan Shuang also saw that the man at the head of the group was Zhang Ming, but Zhang Ming's entire face looked darkened, his eyes were lifeless, like a walking dead.

"Mr. Zhang, are you here?" Sun Qi stood up with Ma Zai, looked at Zhang Ming who was walking towards him and smiled.

"Go away!" Zhang Ming suddenly pushed hard, but Sun Qi didn't react, and staggered back a few steps, his face became extremely embarrassing.

Zhang Ming is a bastard in Lizhi Town. Sun Qi opened a security company. He usually contacts high-class people in society. When he goes to high-end clubs, he looks down on Zhang Ming in his heart. I don't want to tell Zhang Ming.

Even so, Zhang Ming pushed him away in front of so many people. This was not to embarrass him in public.

"Zhang Ming, who the hell do you think you are? I, Sun Qi, must have come here to save face for your cousin, how dare you push me?" Sun Qi clenched his fists and glared at Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming glanced at him and said calmly, "You don't have a place to talk here, get out of here."

"Zhang Ming, don't think I'm afraid to touch you." Sun Qi gritted his teeth hard, and the horse boy behind him secretly searched for the place where the blade was hidden in his waist.

Suddenly, a bell-like voice came: "Who wants to touch Zhang Ming, and doesn't take my Zhang Bing seriously?"

Two more people came from behind. The leader was a forty-year-old middle-aged man. He was neither fat nor thin. He was wearing a black suit. For example, Sun Qi still smells airy even in a suit.

"Bingge." Seeing the middle-aged man approaching, Sun Qi's face turned pale, and he called with lowered eyebrows.

Zhang Bing glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and said calmly: "You want to touch my cousin? Although Zhang Ming is my distant relative, but his surname is Zhang, if you want to touch him, you should weigh your strength."

"Don't dare, dare not." Sun Qi hesitated instantly, with cold sweat on his forehead: "I just made a joke on the spur of the moment, Brother Bing, don't take it to heart."

Seeing Sun Qi's arrogance completely dissipated, everyone didn't feel that he was useless. As long as most people in Qingzhou had heard of Zhang Bing's name, Yang Jian, Yuan Shuang, and Zhang Xing also turned ugly, and retreated to the side .

There are three ports in Qingzhou, one of which is Zhang Bing's site, and the annual management fee collected is at least 30 to 40 million, including some commissions for smuggled goods. The assets are about the same as that of Yang Jian's family.

But Zhang Bing messed around, licking blood at the edge of a knife, and Yang Jian's family didn't look good enough in front of him.

Zhang Bing ignored Sun Qi. Sun Qi was not on the same level as him at all. He looked at Zhang Ming and said, "Xiao Ming, you said you brought me to meet an important person. Where is it?"

Zhang Ming stood beside him like a sculpture, motionless, his eyeballs did not move, and there was a trace of sluggishness in his eyes. Ever since Zhang Ming came to him today, Zhang Bing felt that something was wrong, but he thought that Zhang Ming was attracted to him. That's why I was poisoned, but now I suddenly feel a little weird.

"I'm here, come here." A flat voice sounded.

Everyone's eyes fell on the young man sitting on the rattan chair. Beside the young man sat two stunning beauties, one big and one small. Blooming hibiscus.

Reflecting the middle-aged boy, he also became handsome, but his buttocks were still sitting on the chair, and he didn't intend to stand up at all.

"Is this Zhuo Bufan stupid because of stimulation? How dare he show off when he sees Zhang Bing?" Yuan Shuang frowned and said in a low voice.

Yang Jian shook his head: "It's too much pretense. Zhang Bing is a cruel man. I saw that there is no bodyguard behind him. I heard that he has fought underground black fists before, and at least three people were killed in his hands."

"Then he is dead?" Yuan Shuang shook his head and shrank his neck.

Zhang Bing's hawk-like eyes fell on Zhuo Bufan, Zhuo Shanshan couldn't sit still, she pulled Zhuo Bufan's clothes: "Brother Xiaofan, why don't I call my uncle." Knowing Zhang Bing's background, it's not easy to deal with.

Zhuo Bufan took a sip of tea and said, "I can solve it myself."

For some reason, seeing Zhuo Bufan's smile, Zhuo Shanshan's tense heart seemed to calm down a lot. She glanced at Ye Ziqin, only to see that Ye Ziqin also looked calm.

"It was you who asked Xiao Ming to come to me. I don't know which family's young master it is. With such a big face, I, Zhang Bing, don't get up when I come?" Zhang Bing said, sitting directly opposite Zhuo Bufan.

"Get up." Zhuo Bufan stared at him, and slowly uttered two words: "Did I ask you to sit down?"

The whole audience was silent, Sun Qi, Yang Jian, Zhang Xing, and Yuan Shuang felt as if they were being strangled, and it became difficult to breathe, and the people around them gasped, even the son of the top family in Qingzhou Dare not to insult Zhang Bing like this.

Zhang Bing's face darkened in an instant. He is a big boss of the underground forces, at least he can be ranked among the top five underground forces in Qingzhou. Although he is not as good as the top families in Qingzhou, the juniors of those families dare not talk to him with such an attitude.

"You're looking for death!" The bodyguard behind the follower was furious, and punched Zhuo Bufan directly in the face like a cannonball.

"Go away!" Zhuo Bufan yelled loudly, the bodyguard's expression changed, and he immediately punched him, the two fists collided, and with a bang, the bodyguard flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, flying six or seven meters away , smashed a table, lay on the ground and couldn't get up.

Zhuo Bufan's eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and he glanced at Sun Qi lightly, his voice seemed to come from Nine Heavens and said: "I don't know what it means to be young and frivolous, I only know that the winner is the king!"