Chapter 158 Punishment (2)

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punishment (2)

As a person who is involved in the Tao, he naturally knows the truth that the strong is the king.

He is not the kind of person who would rather die than give in and be strong.

Therefore, he hurriedly begged for mercy, "Please let me go, I will definitely compensate your parents well, renovate the shop, and compensate another 100,000 yuan. Don't waste me."

"Oh?" Yang Zimei responded indifferently, "If you agreed just now, how great would it be, is it too late now?"

"200,000, I will compensate 200,000." Shaved Guang shouted anxiously.

"200,000? 200,000, can you make up for the mental shock my parents suffered today because of you?" Yang Zimei's anger rose when she thought of her parents' depressed and hopeless faces.

"Five hundred thousand."

"In addition to half a million, you must bring all your subordinates and kneel in front of my parents to ask for forgiveness!"

"..."

"Can't do it? Since it can't be done, let me help you choose." The strength on Yang Zimei's feet increased slightly.

The bald head Guang only felt like a jack was being pressed on his back, and the sharp pain went from the spine to the heart...

"I do it, I... do it..." he exclaimed hastily.

Yang Zimei let go of her feet, and the corners of her lips evoked a cold smile again, "If you can't do it, after three days, just wait for the taste of death, and tell Murongyan, if you move again, , the end will definitely be worse than you."

"Yang Zimei—"

Murong Yan, who just came out of the room and wanted to watch the fun, found that her bald head was being stepped on by Yang Zimei, she just heard her last words, and she was shaking with anger, "Don't think you are so powerful, you met my uncle. , you still have to die!"

"Oh?" Yang Zimei responded slightly, "Since that's the case, then directly ask your uncle to come over and deal with me, and don't let these scumbags come out and be embarrassed."

"Just wait if you have the seeds! My uncle will definitely take care of you!"

Murong Yan was so angry that she picked up her phone and called her uncle. As soon as the call was connected, she immediately burst into tears, saying that someone bullied her or even contempt for her uncle and so on.

After receiving the promise from her uncle, Murong Yan smiled triumphantly.

What if Yang Zimei is so powerful?

How can he compare to the eighteen Arhats under his uncle?

How can it compare to Uncle's marksmanship?

Yang Zimei sat down—

She just wanted to see how holy Murong Yan's uncle was!

After a while, more than a dozen people wearing white shirts and black suits came in. It was obvious that they were all well-trained and skilled.

Seeing the person coming, Murong Yan was overjoyed, pointed at Yang Zimei and shouted, "It's her!"

The eyes of the more than ten people turned to Yang Zimei, and their eyes were slightly surprised. They didn't expect that they were going to deal with a young girl.

"Which is her uncle?"

Yang Zimei's eyes swept across their faces——

They only felt a chill on their faces, as if being slashed by a real sharp blade.

Years of immersion in knives and guns have given them a very keen intuition.

"To deal with people like you, I don't need my uncle to come in person." Murong Yan smiled even more proudly, "I'll see how long you can laugh this time!"

"I'm sorry, I'll have the last laugh." Yang Zimei's eyes froze, and his figure flashed.

Before everyone could react, she was already flashing in the crowd like a ghost, her hands raised...

Everyone only heard more than ten dull sounds of people falling to the ground, and then they focused, the girl had already sat back to her original position, drinking leisurely with a glass of water in her hand.

And the dozen or so people curled up on the ground like dead pigs and moaned...

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