Han Jinsong's role as a lackey was pretty impressive. After he mentioned his and Aunt Zhen's identities to the manager of the restaurant, the manager of the restaurant quickly called seven or eight security guards over and surrounded Qin Hai.
Qin Hai didn't even spare a glance at the security guards and smiled lightly. He asked, "Aunt Zhen, are you really going to do this to such an extreme extent?"
Aunt Zhen looked around. There were already a lot of people who had noticed the situation. If there were to be a ruckus, it would definitely attract more attention.
To be honest, she was a little regretful. It wasn't that she regretted using violence against Qin Hai, but this way, it would affect Elder Bao's birthday banquet as well as cause some negative effects to her husband, Qian Jianjun.
However, the thought of regret was immediately cut off by her. Who was she? She was the wife of the current head of the Cloud Prefecture. So what if she had influence over them? Who would dare to say anything against them? Even if elder Bao knew about this matter, he would never criticize her for recklessly acting rashly.
Furthermore, at this point, she had no other way out. If she were to give up now, the one getting slapped in the face would be herself.
And what she represented was Qian Jianjun's face.
Thus, even though she knew that she might have been taken advantage of by Han Qingrong, Aunt Zhen knew very well that she had nowhere else to go. She had to chase Qin Hai away from here.
Aunt Zhen said coldly, "I just said that you are not wele here. If you are willing to leave on your own, and no longer pester Rou Rou Rou from now on, I will no longer make things difficult for you! "
Qin Hai sighed, "You are a gentle elder, so logically speaking, I should respect you. However, what you have done is a little too excessive. Moreover, with your status, would you let others see it as a joke? Aunt Zhen, you should think about it. "
Han Jinsong sneered, "Surnamed Qin, do you really think you're someone important? Since when did Aunt Zhen have the turn to teach you a lesson?" You'd better hurry up and leave, otherwise don't blame us for being impolite. "
Aunt Zhen frowned slightly. Although Han Jinsong's words were rather harsh and did not suit her, she did not say anything in the end.
Qin Hai nodded slightly. "I understand! "Since that's the case, I won't say much." He turned around and looked at Zeng Rou. He held her hand and said, "If you were to sell the pany and e with me to the Spring River, would you be willing?"
Although he didn't say it directly, Qin Hai's meaning was very clear.
He was prepared to turn against Aunt Zhen. If Zeng Rou was willing, he would take her and leave Yunzhou for the Spring River. No matter how powerful Aunt Zhen and her husband were, they could not reach for the spring river. Over there, they could stop worrying about anything.
At this moment, Zeng Rou was surprisingly clear-headed. She understood what Qin Hai meant almost instantly. She then nodded and replied with certainty, "I'm willing!"
Qin Hai smiled and touched Zeng Rou's face, "What a fool!"
Zeng Rou's face revealed a rare shyness as she said with a red face, "As long as I'm with you, even if I'm an idiot, I'll still accept it!"
Seeing that Qin Hai and Zeng Rou were still showing their love, Aunt Zhen was so angry that her face turned black. Her hands subconsciously clenched into fists.
When Han Jinsong saw this, he immediately shouted at the security guards, "What are you all still standing there for? Hurry up and make your move!" He then said to Aunt Zhen in a very doggy manner, "Aunt Zhen, please calm down. You should sit at the side for a while. It will be done very soon!"
After sending Aunt Zhen to the side and sitting down on a chair to make room, Han Jinsong shouted at the security guards, who immediately rushed towards Qin Hai. The two at the head grabbed Qin Hai's arms and tried to drive him out of the restaurant.
However, before they could even touch Qin Hai's arms, their hands suddenly went numb. A sharp pain came from their chests, and they couldn't help but fall to the ground.
The other security guards jumped in fright. After hesitating for a moment, they rushed forward again. This time, they rushed to Qin Hai's side at almost the same time, grabbing at his arms, hugging his legs, and hugged his waist tightly.
Qin Hai already told Zeng Rou to retreat to Liu Yan. He didn't care how the guards grabbed him, but no matter how hard they tried, they still couldn't lift him up.
It was as if he was a tree growing on the ground or a giant boulder weighing over a thousand pounds. No matter how much strength the security guards used, they were unable to shake Qin Hai in the slightest.
In such a short period of time, the security guards' faces had turned red, but Qin Hai was still standing there without moving.
On the other hand, Qin Hai had a smile on his face the whole time. He did not seem anxious or anxious at all when faced with the forceful pulling of the security guards.
Seeing that the security guards were exhausted, he shouted, "Give up!"
He gave a slight shake and the security guards rolled around in a sorry state, falling to the ground like goddesses scattering flowers.
Qin Hai lightly patted his clothes as if nothing had happened.
Aunt Zhen immediately stood up and looked at Qin Hai in shock. The others also stared at Qin Hai in shock. The scene just now was simply too unbelievable, pletely beyond their imagination.
Han Jinsong was also shocked. He pulled a security guard who had fallen in front of him up from the ground and angrily roared, "He's really a bunch of trash. Not even so many people can deal with him. "What are you guys standing there in a daze for? Hurry up and attack! I'm telling you, if you can't chase him away, you'll all be fired!"
When the security guards heard this, their faces turned pale with fright. They immediately got up from the ground and rushed over to hug Qin Hai.
However, it was more or less the same as before. No matter how much strength they used, they were unable to shake Qin Hai in the slightest. On the contrary, they were easily sent rolling on the ground by Qin Hai.
Han Jinsong began to ignore his image and curse loudly. The few security guards were also angry. One of them suddenly grabbed a chair and raised it high above his head, throwing it towards Qin Hai.
Seeing that the chair was about to hit Qin Hai, many women in the hall screamed.
Just at this moment, an angry roar suddenly exploded out like a clap of thunder, causing everyone's ears to buzz and buzz.
"Stop!"
The security guard who had lifted the chair staggered and suddenly fell to the ground. The chair that was held high above his head also slammed down heavily on his head, causing him to turn pale and close his eyes in fear.
However, in the nick of time, he suddenly grabbed the chair steadily with one hand and stretched out his other hand in front of the security guard. Qin Hai smiled and said, "Stand up!"
The security guard was stunned for a moment before he grabbed Qin Hai's hand and crawled up from the ground.
At the same time, Old Man Zhao, who had an angry expression on his face, quickly walked in front of Qin Hai. He glared at the security guard and said, "What are you trying to do? Are you tired of living?"
Qin Hai waved at the security guard who had been scared to the point that he almost wet his pants, gesturing for him to leave. He then smiled at Old Man Zhao, "They only listen to orders and don't blame them."
Old man Zhao carefully looked at Qin Hai and saw that he was unharmed. He then let out a sigh of relief and turned around to look around. With a pair of bull-like eyes, he roared with killing intent, "Who wants to do something to Martial Uncle? Stand forward!"
Amidst the sky-shattering roar, Qian Jianjun and Bao Songlin who came with Old Man Zhao were all dumbfounded. They stared at Qin Hai in a daze, unable to believe their own ears. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)
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