Chapter 2162 Pole Dance

Ye Tianlong left four words to Mo Ningran, and then pulled Lu Xiaowu out.

"Don't go! Don't go!"

The young man with a flat head who was slapped struggled and rushed up from behind and shouted: "You hit me, and you still want to leave?"

Several companions also rushed forward to stop Ye Tianlong in anger.

Just when Lu Xiaowu was about to kick them away, three more Mercedes-Benz vehicles roared towards the door. The doors opened, and eight burly men came out, holding steel pipes.

One of them, with a Chinese-character face, was walking in front, walking like a dragon or a tiger, with an overwhelming momentum. Before anyone arrived, his voice had already shouted:

"Who touched my nephew, Song Sanpao?"

When the boy with a flat head saw the help coming, he immediately rushed over and shouted, "Uncle, you are here, you are the bastard."

"He humiliated Miss Mo and me, and even slapped me."

He was very aggrieved and shouted angrily: "You must destroy him so that I can vent my anger."

"Damn! You even dare to hit my nephew, Song Sanpao? Are you looking for death?"

The man with a Chinese character was furious when he saw the red mark on his nephew's face. He came over with seven big men holding steel pipes: "Boy, tell me, who is he?"

"I don't bully people with no background."

Song San Pao Niu said coaxingly: "Tell me your name, hope you won't disappoint me?"

The flat-headed young man pointed at Ye Tianlong and cursed: "You're done, you're done."

Ye Tianlong smiled: "Name? Okay, Longmen, Ye Tianlong."

"Clang!"

When the Chinese-character face heard this sentence, he immediately stopped all movements and opened his mouth so wide that it could almost fit an egg in:

"Longmen...Ye...Tianlong..."

In the astonishment of the young people on the platform, Song Sanpao's voice trembled. He tremblingly took out his mobile phone, pulled out two screenshots and scanned them.

Soon, he recognized that the boy wearing a hat in front of him was the guy who was killing everyone in the video.

Ye Tianlong looked at Song Sanpao and smiled: "Yes, I am Ye Tianlong of Longmen. How are you going to destroy me, these big brothers?"

"Ye Tianlong? No, Master Ye, Master Ye, I'm sorry..."

Song Sanpao hurriedly put down the steel pipe in his hand and said with a flattering look on his face: "This is a misunderstanding..."

In the surprise of the flat-headed young man, Ye Tianlong said calmly: "Misunderstanding? Misunderstanding about holding a steel pipe?"

Song Sanpao trembled: "Master Ye, I misunderstood. This pole is not for beating people. We want to ask you, do you want to watch pole dancing? It's free..."

Having said this, Song Sanpao poked the hard steel pipe on the ground, swung it left and right, and then twisted his legs a few times, very enchantingly.

He did not forget to shout to his seven men:

"Hurry up and do a dance to show Mr. Ye. We are pole dancers, not fighting with poles."

Although the seven men looked confused, they still danced hurriedly and swayed around the pole together. The scene was very funny and eye-catching.

The boy with a flat head opened his mouth slightly: "Uncle..."

He really couldn't understand what happened. Several of his companions were also in a daze. What was going on?

"Snapped--"

Song Sanpao slapped him in the face and shouted: "Don't interrupt my dancing."

After finishing speaking, Song Sanpao flicked his hair back with a provocative look in his eyes, lazily tilted his throat back, and raised his chest.

Then, he held the hard steel pipe with both hands and pressed it tightly, letting his body slowly slide down along the steel pipe, rubbing between his legs...

The crew-cut young man and the others all felt that their pants were a little tight.

Ye Tianlong originally wanted to deal with Song Sanpao and the others, but when he saw this scene, especially the scene of eight people pole dancing, he felt inexplicably better.

He smiled, then shook his head and pulled Lu Xiaowu away.

Lu Xiaowu also suppressed a smile. It had to be said that Song Sanpao was a character.

"Master Ye, walk slowly, Master Ye, walk slowly."

Seeing Ye Tianlong taking Lu Xiaowu away, Song Sanpao hurriedly stood up holding on to the steel pipe, beating his almost broken waist, and said goodbye to Ye Tianlong.

At the same time, he was relieved.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

The boy with a flat head held his painful cheek: "What's the origin of that kid? Let you do this to yourself?"

"You idiot, are you going to provoke him? He almost killed you and us."

Song Sanpao hit him with another chestnut: "He is...forget it, your circle is too small and too low-level. Even if you tell me, you don't know."

The young man with a flat head disagreed: "Uncle, how can he be so powerful? Can he be more powerful than your Song family? You are a two-generation veteran of the Song family."

"It's true that he is no more powerful than the Song family, but he will trample you to death just like we are doing for fun."

Song Sanpao threw the steel pipe on the ground: "I'm just going to tell you one thing. He was the one who cut off Mr. Song's arm, and it was fine after the cut."

The crew-cut young man and the others were stunned and lost their voices: "Ah——"

Song Sanpao originally wanted to talk about the ninth-grade master, but after seeing his nephew's arrogance, he decided to forget it. Then he pressed his waist and turned around and walked towards Mercedes-Benz:

"Remember, don't provoke him. In order that no one can provoke him, you should study hard at Yaocheng University."

He got into the car: "Otherwise, your head will fall on the ground next time, and uncle's pole dance will be in vain."

The group of young people with flat heads were all silent, thinking that they could easily step on someone, but unexpectedly they kicked an iron plate.

"Young Master Song, I saw Ye Tianlong."

After leaning in the car, Song Sanpao closed the door, and while letting his men drive forward, he took out his mobile phone and dialed: "There was a little conflict."

Song Sanpao knew that his master would have contact with Ye Tianlong, so he took the initiative to report the conflict that happened today.

"Damn it, didn't I tell you not to conflict with Ye Tianlong? Why did you collide again?"

A fierce voice came from the other end of the phone: "What happened?"

Song Sanpao trembled and hurriedly reported truthfully: "It was my useless nephew who provoked Ye Tianlong for a woman."

"But don't worry, I have settled it."

"This little change will never affect Mr. Song's plan."

Song Sanpao touched the remaining cold sweat on his forehead. Fortunately, he asked the name, otherwise he would be crippled by the steel pipe.

The other party snorted: "No impact? Now is a critical moment. Any change may make me hostile to Ye Tianlong."

"Tell me what happened now. Don't hide anything or exaggerate anything."

Song Sanpao's scalp numbed, and then he briefly recounted what happened, and then said weakly: "This is what happened."

After listening to Song Sanpao's story, the tone of the other end of the phone softened. Obviously, this change was within the controllable range:

"You are lucky this time. It may not be the same next time. Tell your nephew not to bother Ye Tianlong again."

His voice sank: "Otherwise I will kill him first."

Song Sanpao responded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand."

"By the way, have you cleaned up the Ling family's mess?"

The voice on the other end of the phone began to become majestic: "We came all the way to Yaocheng just to destroy the evidence."

"Damn Ling Yun, he actually held the evidence of our transaction in his hand, and his woman, even more shameless, used it to threaten me to avenge Ling Yun."

He snorted heavily: "Give her the opportunity to escape abroad, and insist on avenging Ling Yun. She really doesn't know how to live or die."

Song Sanpao responded respectfully: "Don't worry, Mr. Song, the snake hand has already had people clean up the Ling family, and the snake hand has also captured Mrs. Ling..."

"Destroy the evidence, destroy that woman..."