The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 923 You Are So Good-tempered

This scene stunned Qian Wenhua and all the diners.

Just snap your fingers and stop moving?

To play?

Qian Wenhua was so angry that he ran to an assistant and pushed him: "You are really moving!"

Who knows, with a little harder, the assistant kept a look of astonishment, his whole body stiff and falling down.

On the ground, still maintaining a one-step posture.

Funny again.

And weird.

"I'm going!" Qian Wenhua exclaimed.

He turned his head to look at Zhou Yang: "What evil did you use?"

Zhou Yang shook his head and laughed: "You look like you have never seen the world!"

Secretary Li, Brother Li, was shocked.

"I warn you, don't mess around!" Li Ge looked at Zhou Yang, shaking all over.

He was not fixed.

However, fear made him almost limp to the ground.

"Take your master, go away, I don't want to see you again!" Zhou Yang snapped his fingers again.

All the anchored assistants instantly regained their freedom.

"I go!"

"Oh shit!"

"Fuck!"

For a time, foul language flew around.

Li Ge and Qian Wenhua looked at each other.

The former has the meaning of retreat.

But after the latter's brief surprise, a bold idea rushed into his mind.

"Who... are you? Pretending to be a god?" Qian Wenhua straightened up suddenly, looking at Zhou Yang and shouted sharply.

"I suspect you are engaged in feudal superstition activities!" Qian Wenhua raised his eyebrows.

Zhou Yang, that's weird.

But Qian Wenhua saw a way to make merit.

With a snap of your fingers, you can freeze a person.

This is not feudal superstition, what is it?

Just grab the man in front of you and hand him to the Donghai police.

His Qian Wenhua is a great achievement.

The benefits in the future are great.

Thinking of this, Qian Wenhua laughed: "On the land of the East China Sea, you dare to engage in illegal activities and tell you that you can't run away! I will call the police and you will kneel down and admit your mistakes!"

With that, Qian Wenhua took out his cell phone.

At this time, the door of the restaurant opened again.

A middle-aged man rushed in with the popularity of several assistants.

Brother Li looked back and said in amazement: "Money... uh, Mr. Qian?"

The visitor was Qian Wenhua's father, Qian Haoran from the East China Sea.

As his secretary, Li Ge knows the temper of the person he serves.

On unofficial occasions, Qian Haoran would not let the staff call him official position, at most he would call him "Mr.".

"Dad?" Qian Wenhua also saw him with a smile on his face like a flower.

"Dad, why are you here?" Qian Wenhua greeted him with a smile, "Dad, you came just right, but I made a contribution to the public security of the East China Sea. Look at what I caught?"

The diners looked at it and finished.

Backer is here.

It seems that the handsome man is going to be unlucky.

"Dad, tell you, this kid...You see that he looks like a person, but he is engaged in feudal superstition activities. I am about to contact the police to arrest him!"

Qian Haoran's facial muscles kept twitching, and her arms rounded and slammed on Qian Wenhua's face.

"Snapped!"

This slap in the face made a great deal of force.

Qian Wenhua was caught off guard, was fanned around half a circle, and sat directly on the ground.

The eyes are staring at Venus, and the head is buzzing.

Qian Wenhua looked at his father in a daze, covering his face in a daze and said, "Dad, are you crazy?"

"Asshole, I'll kill you!" Qian Haoran was really going crazy.

He kicked his son's belly, then kicked, kicked, and kicked.

Relentlessly, he was forced to death.

Qian Wenhua didn't dare to fight back and couldn't get up.

Can only shrink into a cooked shrimp, howling miserably, bearing the fists and feet of his father.

The diners looked at this scene and felt absurd.

What do you mean?

Tiger poison doesn't eat children, this old man looks like he is going to kill his son!

Qian Haoran is indeed going crazy.

Just received the number one call, he almost fainted on the spot!

"You bastard! Playing outside under my banner!" Qian Haoran picked up the stainless steel frying spoon from the dining car and slammed it down on his son's shoulder.

"How dare you do something to the hero today!"

"Why do not you go to hell!"

Qian Haoran had abandoned all manners, with red eyes, gritted teeth, fists to the flesh.

"I am conscientious, and I am honest and honest. Who knows, your good reputation has been corrupted by you bastard. Why am I keeping you?"

Qian Wenhua finally couldn't take it anymore. He screamed, pushed his father away, and crawled six or seven meters away, and shouted sharply: "Old man, are you crazy? What are you talking about? I can’t understand a particular sentence!"

"Don't understand? Then I will fight until you understand!" Qian Haoran trembled with anger.

"Old Qian, stop for a while!" A voice came from the screen.

Qian Haoran was startled, slowly put down the frying spoon in his hand and turned around.

"Wow, it's him!"

"Isn't this Donghai One?"

"Really!"

The diners recognized the man who had spoken to stop Qian Haoran.

He often appears on TV and is amiable.

Qian Wenhua was surprised: "Uncle Liu?"

Unexpectedly, the screen turned out to be Donghai One.

As an official child, Qian Wenhua certainly knew the person in front of him.

Qian Haoran shook his head, as if he was ten years old, and walked in front of No.1 and said, "What my son has done should be resolved in accordance with the rules. I have some areas of lax discipline. I apply for punishment!"

Donghai No.1 smiled and patted Qian Haoran on the shoulder: "Your son is your son, and you are you! We can still tell the difference. However, your son really needs a good education."

"I must educate well." Qian Haoran wiped the sweat from his forehead and sternly said to his son, "Asshole, don't hurry up and apologize!"

Qian Wenhua lowered his head and said with a smile: "Uncle Liu, I'm sorry to disturb you, I was wrong."

As expected, Uncle Liu's non-blaming language did not appear.

Qian Wenhua was taken aback and looked up.

I found that I don't know when, the screens were all opened, and a few familiar faces appeared in front of my eyes.

It turned out to be the number two, number three, and number four of Donghai.

There are also men in uniforms carrying the stars on their shoulders.

Qian Wenhua was a little confused.

Qian Haoran was also a little confused.

The son interrupted the official meal and had a bad attitude.

Not enough apologies?

Donghai No.1 said to the confused Qian Wenhua: "Not to apologize to us, but to him!"

He pointed to Zhou Yang.

There is a sense of respect in the words.

The Qian father and son were taken aback.

Who is this guy?

Qian Wenhua curled his lips and said reluctantly, "I'm sorry to interrupt your meal. Please forgive me!"

"What? Are you still not happy?"

Duan Que walked out from behind the screen with a cold face, went straight to Qian Wenhua, pointed at the other's nose and said, "Give you your face, don't don't!"

"Fuck, who are you?" Qian Wenhua's second-generation ancestor's stupefaction came again, and Duan Que stared at each other with his neck.

Hey, I'm going... This kid looks familiar.

The diners were shocked and speechless when they saw Duan Que's appearance.

"Duanwei... is it?"

"Oh my god, transcendent, Duan Que!"

"Ahhhhh, I'm going to die, Duan Que is here!" The little girls went crazy.

"Isn't this the lord of the beasts? What kind of **** did I have today?"

Hearing the exclamation of the surrounding diners, the Qian family and his son suddenly reacted.

Who is Duan Que!

Just today, Duan Que showed great power and summoned twelve beasts in front of the people of the whole country to fight against the behemoths invading overseas.

Great credit.

Like a miracle.

"Zhou Yang, you are so good-tempered, if I had killed him!" Duan Que patted Zhou Yang on the shoulder and said.

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