Chapter 411: Good deeds

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Su Nu just hit the number "11" on her mobile phone, and she saw that Wang Ping An interrupted Manager Hong's shovel rod with one punch. The fist did not stop and fell on Manager Hong's belly.
Bang, a seemingly flirty punch, flew him away.
Yes, I flew, I crossed the mountains, I crossed the ocean ... The ocean did not, but I crossed the Mediterranean Sea, which is true.
Manager Hong flew over the heads of several strong workers, thumped, fell a few meters away, and kept silent, then fainted with his chest behind.
Wang Ping's one punch can hit a cultivator in a period of Qi practice, and then hitting these ordinary people is simply bullying.
What he was distressed about was how to control his strength, reduce it, and then reduce it. Do n’t blow people to death, just punish them.
However, from the response of Manager Hong, it is clear that this punch is too hard, and I don't know whether it will shatter his internal organs.
It would be troublesome if someone was killed.
If the cultivators are killed, they will not make trouble according to the rules of the rivers and lakes.
If ordinary people are killed and their families are in trouble, it will be a big trouble, even the police will have a headache.
Moreover, Wang Ping'an heard that the relevant departments will investigate the practitioners who killed ordinary people. Once verified, they will be severely punished, and the power will be abolished, and the life will be paid.
But at the moment Wang Ping'an has already started, he can't take care of that much.
Splat, slap.
Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang.
With a punch or slap, a strong worker was resolved. After a dazzling movement, these workers with spades and hoes fell to the ground, either comatose, or covered their faces.
Pointing at them, Wang Ping'an said with grief and angrily: "In our site, we broke our roses and wanted to hold the murderer, is there any other way? Is there any reason? You have so many people, beat me One, does conscience hurt? "
Cousin Su Nu silently deleted the two "11" s on her phone, staring at the light, staring at Wang Ping'an and shouting, "Erbao, you are too powerful! Finally, I helped your sister out of evil, these people next door, I have endured them for a long time . "
Su Mai didn't panic. The owner of the flower plant next door wanted to buy Qingmei grass at a "wholesale price", so she started looking for something.
She didn't want to cause trouble to her family, nor did she want to use her father's relationship with the military.
The other party thought she was bullying, and more and more did not take her seriously, trying to force her away.
Until this time, the other party tore his face and started to make trouble.
Who ever wanted to meet Wang Ping'an, let them directly feel the feeling of being bullied.
Wang Pinghan smiled and said: "I am just defending ... By the way, I just heard that there is surveillance here, can I take it down completely? They have so many people beating me, I will fight back a bit, don't break the law?"
"Yes, you are just defending and you must not break the law." Su Fei said here and wanted to call again. If you don't look for someone to take care, Wang Ping's injuries to so many people will definitely be troublesome.
Wang Fengxi went to check and monitor just now, and when he returned, the ground had already fallen, and his brother Wang Ping'an was unharmed. In that case, what else could she worry about?
Instead, Jane ’s workers at the flower plantation applauded Wang Ping'an and thought he was a hero. He knocked down these bad guys who bullied himself. It was so disheartening that he no longer had to worry about being bullied by the other party.
Su Nu made a phone call, and within a few minutes, she received a reply call. Judging from her expression, things were done.
While she was on the phone, the worker in the flower plant next door probed her brain in the gap and saw an acquaintance falling on the ground. She was scared and hurriedly called the boss and never dared to come over again.
"Please, please call me 120. I need first aid?" The driver of the small truck with blood on his face was already dumb. His desire to survive was very strong. He climbed to Wang Ping'an and begged.
Wang Ping'an glanced at him and ignored him. He just held his wrench and swept himself just now. Such a person is not used to him.
If he is not powerful, if he is an ordinary person, wouldn't he be killed by a wrench? Or is it disabled?
Since he chose violence, don't blame others for violence.
"What are you talking about? I might be deaf and can't hear it." Wang Ping said to the truck driver seriously.
"Brother, I'm wrong ... I beg you, it's okay to call me 110." The driver of the small truck, although his head was buzzing and his face was covered with blood, his thinking ability was still very clear.
"I said that I'm deaf. What are you shouting about? You can't hear you. You're so patient. You beat yourself."
"..." The driver of the minivan also wanted to call himself, but his face was covered with blood, his eyes could not be seen clearly, and his cell phone did not know where he fell, and he was helpless.
Fortunately, Su Nu is a woman in the end, soft-hearted, not seeing such a scene, comforted by the side: "I have called the police, the police will be here soon, you can bear with it."
With little social experience, Wang Fengxi asked in a confused question: "Brother, sister, the police don't seem to be able to heal?"
"But the police will call me." The driver of the small truck with blood on his face may worry that he will pass out, and his vitality is extremely tenacious. He actually took the sentence.
"It seems very reasonable ..." Wang Fengxi understood, but he didn't want to see this too scene. He went to the office area of ​​a few meters with Su Nu to find a chair to sit down and wait for the police to come to the door.
Wang Ping'an was afraid that Manager Hong would die. He ran over and probed his heartbeat and pulse, only to find that he didn't come up in one breath, and there was no danger to his life.
This time, he was relieved.
After all, he has experienced much in this matter. In Wangjing Village, similar things did not happen in the past. After the police dealt with the matter impartially, he did nothing.
At this time, next to the flower plantation field, came a middle-aged fat man with a big belly, wearing a suit and tie, a wristband with a watch, a big gold chain hanging on his neck, and a tattoo on his neck.
He was followed by two men with angry faces, staring at Wang Ping an alert, obviously knowing that he was not easy to mess with. At the same time, she glanced at Su Nu, who was not far away, to see that she was calm and relaxed, and she seemed to rely on it.
"I am the owner of the sky blue flower company, my surname is Dai, I recognize this plant today, my people accidentally ruined you a little rose, and the people you hurt me have losses, we do not compensate each other, how about it?"
Boss Dai stared at the triangular eyes with a fierce look. Obviously, he also endured anger in his heart.
Just now he received a reminder call from a friend saying that the police had sent someone to deal with the incident, but the situation might be detrimental to him, so he had better rush to deal with it before the police arrived, otherwise it would be troublesome.
Therefore, he hurriedly rushed out of the office area and came to Wang Ping'an and Su Nu, wanting to settle this matter quickly.
However, he was quite used to this place nearby, and he clearly wanted to solve the matter quickly, or he was very kind, but he was extremely high-handed. This is how an old man handled it. It was only after you burned Gao Xiang for eight lifetimes. .
"Get off!" Wang Ping'an returned him a word very politely. Before the police arrived, he didn't want to cause any more trouble or hit people anymore.
People, it's better to be kind.
Wang Ping'an feels that doing good one day is a vocabulary created for oneself.