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C700 Are You Tired of Living



C700 Are You Tired of Living

Guo Xiaoming wanted to say something, but Wu Weisheng slapped his face.    

    

"Do I play football with you or chat with you? If I continue to fight against the wall, the old man will find someone to kill you."    

    

It was very fierce and frightening. It was just like Wu Weisheng's usual domineering image in school, no one dared to provoke him.    

    

However, Zhao Quan was completely fearless. He directly shouted at Guo Xiaoming on the basketball court, "Swing him back!"    

    

"This..."    

    

After hearing Zhao Quan's words, Guo Xiaoming turned his head and looked at him. He squeaked and did not dare to say anything.    

    

Obviously, he didn't dare to slap him back, because he was afraid that Wu Weisheng would take revenge on him.    

    

Zhao Quan was speechless. He didn't expect Guo Xiaoming to be so cowardly.    

    

However, it made sense when he thought about it. He wasn't afraid of ghosts, but it didn't mean that everyone in the world was afraid of him.    

    

In fact, it was true. Zhao Quan was a person who wasn't afraid of ghosts, and so was Wu Weisheng.    

    

After dealing with Guo Xiaoming, Wu Weisheng looked at Zhao Quan and said, "You are becoming more and more arrogant, kid. How dare you encourage others to attack me? I think you have eaten the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard!"    

    

Wu Weisheng was scolding and scolding Zhao Quan. He looked extremely fierce.    

    

However, the next moment, when Zhao Quan came close to him, he covered his face with his hand and stopped being fierce. He was even howling like he was mourning.    

    

The reason was very simple. Zhao Quan carried the brick over and directly smashed Wu Weichun to the ground, covering his face with both hands.    

    

After another round of slapping, Wu Weisheng's face was covered in blood. Only then did Zhao Quan ask him, "Are you feeling good now?"    

    

Wu Weisheng did not want to speak, nor could he speak. Many of his teeth had been slapped off.    

    

Zhao Quan sneered and kicked him out of the basketball court.    

    

In the next moment, Zhao Quan arrived in front of the dumbstruck Guo Xiaoming.    

    

"As a man, you should be tough. You are just a piece of trash. Everyone has the same shoulder and the same head. If anyone is not convinced, you can mess with them. " If you can't handle it, then... "Don't you have me?"    

    

As Zhao Quan was talking to Guo Xiaoming, Wu Weisheng, who had been kicked to the ground, roared in anger. "Just you wait if you have the ability. After I find him, what right do you have to show off to me?"    

    

Zhao Quan turned to look at Wu Weisheng. "If you don't go to the crematorium, you will feel uncomfortable all over!"    

    

After saying that, Zhao Quan prepared to pick up the brick again.    

    

Wu Weisheng was scared away at that time and did not dare to say another word. He was really afraid that Zhao Quan would give him another brick...    

    

After scaring away a piece of trash, Zhao Quan patted the dirt on his hand and looked at Guo Xiaoming.    

    

"What did I say just now? Did you hear that?"    

    

Guo Xiaoming immediately nodded. "I heard it, I heard it. I will never lower my head to him again!"    

    

Zhao Quan, who was driving Bugatti, supported him. Why should he lower his head to these trash? He even thought it through. If anyone still dared to cause trouble for him in the future, he would fight them to the death. In any case, with Zhao Quan as his backing, he had nothing to fear!    

    

Zhao Quan chuckled and patted Guo Xiaoming's shoulder. "He's still like a man."    

    

And Zhao Quan's performance just now had frightened everyone.    

    

No one had expected Zhao Quan to be such a fierce person. He was simply too powerful.    

    

Who was the one who was knocked away? That was Wu Weisheng. Although he wasn't a professional, everyone knew what kind of person he was.    

    

In society, he knew a lot of people, so he had always been the king of the school.    

    

But in Zhao Quan's eyes, this was just a small fart. It wasn't worth mentioning at all.    

    

A small fry like this, he could easily beat a lot of them with a wave of his hand.    

    

If he really wanted to step on them, not to mention Wu Weisheng, even if all the people Wu Weisheng knew worked together, it would not be enough for him to step on them. This was the obvious comparison of strength, so he didn't put Wu Weisheng in his heart at all.    

    


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