Chapter 158: Punishment (2)

Punishment (2)
As a mixed person in the Tao, naturally the strongest is the king.
He is not the kind of person who would rather die than be indomitable. If his bones are exhausted, his life is over.
Therefore, he hurriedly begged for mercy, "Please let me go, I will definitely compensate your parents, renovate the shop, and compensate 100,000, don't waste me."
"Oh?" Yang Zimei said with a faint voice. "If you promised just now, it would be great. Now, is it too late?"
"200,000, I compensate 200,000." Bald hurriedly.
"200,000? 200,000. Can you make up for my parents 'spiritual fright because of you today?" Yang Zimei's anger rose when he thought of his parents' frustrated and desperate faces.
"500,000."
"In addition to half a million, you must take all your men and kneel in front of my parents and ask for forgiveness!"
"..."
"Can't do it? Since it can't be done, let me help you choose." Yang Zi's brow strength increased slightly.
The bald head only felt that his back was like a jack being pressed, and the sharp pain reached the heart from the spine ...
"I do, I ... do ..." he hurried.
Yang Zimei let go of her feet, and her lip corner once again evoked a cold smile. "If you can't do it, after three days, wait slowly for the taste of death, and tell Mu Rongyan that if there is any more action , It will definitely be worse than you. "
"Yang Zimei--"
Just came out of the room and wanted to see the lively Murong Yan, and found that Bald was stepped on Yang's eyebrows on her feet, and she just heard her last sentence, shaking with anger. "Don't you think how powerful you are, meet my uncle You still have to die! "
"Oh?" Yang Zimei replied slightly. "In this case, just ask your uncle to come over to deal with me, so as to make these small nights come out and be ashamed."
"Wait for you! My uncle will pack you!"
Mu Rongyan was so angry that she picked up her cell phone and called her uncle. As soon as the call was connected, she immediately cried and became a teardrop, saying that someone had bullied her, and even scorned her uncle and so on.
After receiving the promise of his uncle, Murong Yan smiled victoriously.
No matter how powerful Yang Zimei is?
How can it be compared to the 18 uncles under Uncle?
How can it be compared to uncle's marksmanship?
Yang Zimei sat down--
She just wanted to see how sacred Mu Rongyan's uncle was!
A short while later, more than a dozen people in white shirts and black suits came in, and at a glance, they knew that they were all well-trained and excellent.
Seeing someone coming, Murong Yan rejoiced, yelling at Yang Zimei, "It's her!"
The eyes of more than a dozen people turned to Yang Zimei, and their eyes were slightly surprised, and it was unexpected that they were going to deal with a girl.
"Which is her uncle?"
Yang Zi's eyebrows swept across their faces--
They just felt ashamed, as if they were scratched by a sharp blade.
Many years of sword and gun soaking have made them have a keen intuition.
"I don't need my uncle to deal with people like you." Murong Ye smiled even more proudly. "I can see how long you can laugh this time!"
"I'm sorry, I'll laugh all the way to the end." Yang Zimei's eyes flashed, his figure flashed.
Before everyone could respond, she was flashing in the crowd like a ghost, her hands raised ...
Everyone only heard the dull sound of more than a dozen people falling to the ground, and then fixed their eyes, the young girl had sat back to her original position, drinking a glass of water in her hands.
And more than a dozen people curled up on the ground and moaned like dead pigs ...