Facing Song Ziyu’s aggressiveness!
The four big men retreated one after another, not even daring to step forward to fight.
Fight?
What a joke!
The guy who took the lead just now was the boss of these four people.
In terms of fighting spirit and bravery, none of these four are as good as the boss.
But such a arrogant brother couldn't even make a move in front of this student!
How many punches can my brothers afford to take if they go up there?
This is a gift question.
The big men didn't dare to accept the move, and they were full of resentment and hatred towards Wu Fan!
Although my brothers and you, Mr. Wu, often drink together, Mr. Wu, you can't deceive your brothers like this.
A fight of this level is completely out of bounds!
"Brother, if you have anything to say, please speak up and don't do anything. We are all good citizens and we should convince others with our morality." A big man came to his senses and quickly begged Song Ziyu for mercy.
"Since you are a good citizen, then get out of here." Song Ziyu said fiercely.
These guys are so cowardly!
When you can win, you just moan and groan, and when you can't, you pretend to be a good citizen and let yourself have something to say.
If his fists weren't strong enough, someone else wouldn't have been beaten into a pig's head today.
But Song Ziyu is not a vicious person after all.
Now that he has the upper hand, he has no intention of pursuing it any further.
After all, there are still cameras watching above your head. If you continue to take action, you may be able to beat these strangers with a bad breath.
But maybe in the afternoon, I should be invited to have tea in the bureau.
As a person with normal intelligence, Song Ziyu will not give others any clues.
Moreover, Wu Fan has a very deep social background. Once he gets involved, the consequences will be disastrous.
Song Ziyu still wants to graduate from NTU with peace of mind.
"Get out of here, don't get in my way." Song Ziyu dismissed the crowd.
As if they were about to receive an amnesty, all the gangsters turned around and ran away.
"Wait!"
Song Ziyu suddenly stopped a few gangsters.
"Brother...do you have anything else to explain?"
The gangsters' legs were trembling, fearing that Song Ziyu would regret it.
Song Ziyu pointed at the man who was put down on the ground and said: "Why are you mixed-race people so careless? Didn't you agree that we should share blessings and hardships together? Take your companions away quickly."
The big men finally realized what they were doing, and hurriedly stepped forward to help their companions, and then ran away quickly.
Now, only Wu Fan was left standing alone in front of him.
Song Ziyu walked up to Wu Fan and said with a slap in his face: "Wu Fan, don't think that just because you are a rich second generation, you can do whatever you want. If you push me too hard, I have many ways to make you disappear from the world."
As he spoke, Song Ziyu was filled with murderous aura.
As we all know, murderers have different auras from ordinary people.
The disregard for life in people who have seen blood will make any living thing shy away.
This is also the reason why the barking wild dogs will run as far as the butcher with their tails between their legs.
Murderous aura is something indescribable, but very real.
"Remember my words, I will kill you in just a few minutes!" Song Ziyu clenched her fists and gestured in front of Wu Fan, the crackling sound of bones was like setting off firecrackers.
Wu Fanren was all frightened!
Stand still and don't dare to move!
Then……
Song Ziyu smelled the stench of urine.
Take a look!
Hey!
This guy turned out to be scared to death.
Peed...
Peed...
Peeing on the baby...
Song Ziyu made a gesture of covering her nose, looked at Wu Fan with contempt and said, "Is this all you have? Remember to wear diapers next time you fight."
Wu Fan collapsed.
Totally broken.
Holding his crotch and rolling around, Wu Fan whined and ran away.
You can imagine how severe this mental blow was to him.
At this time, there was a burst of applause from behind.
"Wow, wow, wow, Song Ziyu, I didn't expect you to be so cool! I was stunned. You actually scared people to the point of peeing with your bare hands..."
Ye Qianqian floated out from nowhere like a ghost, and excitedly clapped her hands at Song Ziyu.
Song Ziyu touched the fine sweat on his face and said, "Ye Qianqian, you are such a heartless guy, you just know how to laugh here. If I get beaten, wouldn't you laugh even happier?"
"You are wrong. If you are bullied, I will help you stand up."
As she spoke, the girl lifted up her waist-length down jacket, revealing the gun slung around her waist.
"Here, this gun has seven bullets. Give each of them one bullet and one more." Ye Qianqian said with a smile.
"Hide your things, aren't you afraid of trouble?" Song Ziyu complained.
"I have a gun license, I'm not afraid!" Ye Qianqian said seriously.
Well, after all, they are descendants of the old general, and they carry guns on the streets.
"Don't waste time. Grandpa is waiting at home in a hurry. Get in the car quickly." Ye Qianqian twisted her waist and climbed onto the Wrangler.
…
The locomotive soon arrived at Shiliping.
It's still that quaint old house.
There were relatively few people today, only Mr. Ye and the old lady were there.
"Xiao Song, I'm waiting for you!" Mr. Ye said with a smile when they met.
"I haven't seen you for a while, Mr. Ye. How are you? I wish you well." Song Ziyu said hello.
"I'm in very good health... Come, Xiao Song sits next to me, and we have a drink." Mr. Ye greeted.
Song Ziyu took out a bottle of good wine from his body like a magic trick and handed it to Mr. Ye: "Please accept your kindness."
"What's the matter with you little guy? Why do you bring gifts when you come to my house for dinner? You don't understand the rules! You won't allow it next time!"
Mr. Ye smiled and put the wine brought by Song Ziyu on the table, and then opened the special military supplies he took out.
After two glasses of wine, Mr. Ye started talking.
"Xiao Song, do you know that the scientific research institute affiliated to Nandu Agricultural University was set on fire?" Mr. Ye asked under the influence of wine.
Finally heard Mr. Ye ask about this!
Song Ziyu also understood why Mr. Ye was looking for him.
This is not simply a matter of coming for a meal.
"This is quite a big fuss! I've seen it on the news." Song Ziyu considered his words and said slowly: "For this reason, I went to the scene specially, but the cordon was pulled over there. Can’t get in.”
"Then have you met Professor Chen since then?" Mr. Ye asked.
"I called Professor Chen after the fire, but no one answered... I couldn't contact him, and I didn't know if he was still alive."
Hearing this, Mr. Ye said: "Professor Chen is missing."
"Missing? How is this possible! Professor Chen doesn't have anything wrong with him, does he?" Song Ziyu pretended to be surprised.
Mr. Ye sighed and said: "Who knows, there is a corpse at the scene, but it is not Professor Chen. As for whether Professor Chen is dead or alive, the relevant parties have not found out the reason so far. It is really inefficient!"
Speaking of this, Mr. Ye was a little angry.
"Can't they find out? Don't they take such a big thing seriously?" Song Ziyu asked.
To be honest!
Song Ziyu also felt unhappy.
Although Mr. Chen followed him to the end of the world.
But I have fully prepared myself mentally for the impact of Mr. Chen's departure.
In my opinion, this matter may cause an uproar!
After all, he is the pillar of the country and an older generation of scientists who has made great contributions.
But the subsequent situation really made me realize the coldness of society.
Mr. Chen disappeared from this world as if there were no waves.
Everyone selectively forgets.
Relevant parties even deliberately concealed the news.
Even the media outlets that dare to speak out are blocked!
As Mr. Chen himself said, they were ruthlessly abandoned by the times.
"Xiao Song, Professor Chen has no children, most of his leaders and colleagues in the organizational relationship are gone, and he is a retiree himself... Who do you think will care about him? He is not like me, I All my disciples and old friends are still counting on me, the old man, to get promoted and make a fortune."
Mr. Ye took a sip of old wine and then changed the topic.
"Do you think they respect me? You are wrong. They respect the power in my hands and fear the power of my children!"
"The Sword Comes"
A person with great meritorious service does not know whether he is dead or alive. It is inevitable that Mr. Ye feels the same way.
"Mr. Ye, being so angry is harmful to your health." Song Ziyu did not dare to say it clearly, so he could only persuade him.
