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Arrived at the factory.
Arrive at the workshop.
Work has begun.
"Jia Dongxu, did something good happen to you?"
"He must have encountered something good, otherwise why would he always be secretly smiling?"
"Dongxu, tell us what good news you have."
during break.
Several workers, around the same age as Jia Dongxu, surrounded him and teased him relentlessly.
Yi Zhonghai saw it, but ignored it!
Jia Dongxu must learn to handle interpersonal relationships.
"What good things could there be?"
Jia Dongxu thought of his beautiful wife again.
"I know, look how red his face is, he must be missing his wife."
"Yes, yes, that's so true, Jia Dongxu, are you planning to go on a blind date?"
"Then do you still need to ask?"
"What does your partner look like? Is she pretty?"
Jia Dongxu's thoughts were guessed.
The others wouldn't let him off the hook, bombarding him with questions until Jia Dongxu was completely bewildered. They only stopped when the production team leader came over to urge him to stop.
call!
Jia Dongxu breathed a sigh of relief.
It's said that women love gossip.
Men can be just as gossipy as women!
at the same time.
Chen Xueru's silk shop.
"The one-eyed man is coming soon, what are you going to do?"
"Only you?"
Chen Xueru was a little worried.
"Am I not enough for myself?"
Wan Ping'an asked with a smile.
"But they are very vicious, they..."
Chen Xueru was still worried.
"Is that enough now?"
Wan Ping'an reached to his waist and slammed a gun on the table.
"You, how do you have a gun?"
Chen Xueru was taken aback.
"Don't worry, I have a gun license, so I'm legally carrying a gun."
"No matter how many of them there are, or how skilled they are, can they be more powerful than bullets?"
"I wonder if they'll kneel down or cower when faced with the dark muzzle of a gun?"
Wan Ping'an took out the gun simply to give Chen Xueru a little more confidence.
He didn't intend to use a gun.
He is a master of Bajiquan, possessing the powerful skill of plucking flowers and flying leaves, making close combat much more convenient than firearms.
The door was kicked open as the man was speaking.
One-Eyed Dragon led two people into the room.
"Huh, they have help?"
"Chen Xueru, if you're looking for help, find someone capable. Why are you picking a pretty boy?"
The one-eyed man laughed.
Wan Ping'an's master-level Bajiquan has reached a level of returning to simplicity and authenticity.
He had no bulky muscles, no calloused hands; he looked like a slightly stronger, ordinary person, with nothing particularly outstanding about him.
"Come on, let Boss Chen see your fighting prowess."
"Grab the pretty boy here. In front of Boss Chen, don't make it too bloody. Just break his two legs, then throw him out."
Du Ailong didn't give Wan Ping'an a chance to speak at all.
The two men who came with him also didn't see Qi Wanping. They flanked him from both sides, one grabbing his left arm and the other his right arm.
Wan Ping'an was arrested by them.
The two men grabbed Wan Ping'an's arms and realized something was wrong. Why had it taken off?
It was Wan Ping'an who threw them out.
Bang!
One of them hit the one-eyed man.
Bang!
Another one hit the one-eyed man and his companion.
The three were stacked on top of each other, with the one-eyed man at the bottom, his eyes rolling back in his head from the impact.
Seeing their comical expressions, Chen Xueru couldn't help but laugh.
"Get up! Get up right now!"
"You two idiots are crushing me to death. I'll make you pay when we get back."
The one-eyed man cursed loudly.
His two men scrambled down the stairs.
"Kid, I didn't expect you to have some skills."
"Come on, tell me, can you beat it?"
One-Eyed Dragon pulled a gun from his pocket, pointed it at Wan Ping'an, and questioned him.
"What do you say?"
Wan Ping'an stepped forward.
"Don't come any closer, or I'll shoot. Do you believe I'll kill you?"
The one-eyed man panicked and took a step back.
"Peace, don't take risks!"
“They want money, they want my shop, I’ll give it to them.”
Chen Xueru became anxious.
She didn't want anything to happen to Ping An.
Swish!
Wan Ping'an reached out his hand.
The gun in One-Eyed Dragon's hand was gone; it had been snatched away by Wan Ping'an.
Click, click, click!
The gun that had been meant to come over was reduced to a pile of wooden fragments.
"Who are you trying to scare with that wooden fake gun?"
"Come on, guess whether this one in my hand is real or fake?"
Wan Ping'an smashed the one-eyed man's gun, then took out another gun from his pocket, released the safety, cocked it, and pressed it against the one-eyed man's forehead.
Gudong!
The one-eyed man knelt down.
It has a safety, it can be loaded, and it's pressed against the door, cold and hard—what else could it be but a real gun?
The two men he brought with him knelt down as well when they saw their leader kneel down.
Wan Ping'an was stunned. Why did he kneel down so readily?
Not even a moment's hesitation?