Everyone was shocked and looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became inexplicably tense.

Su Mingchuan was the closest to Yang San, and his face turned pale with fright. He quickly hid behind Jia Zhaowei, his mouth trembling, "Cousin, he, he..."

Jia Zhaowei frowned and subconsciously took a step back, looking at the thin monkey with complicated eyes.

The thin monkey reacted and wondered, "Third brother, what are you doing?"

Yang San smiled and said, "I will use my name to guarantee that this matter has nothing to do with them."

The thin monkey was stunned, and kicked the big guy next to him in a hurry, "Where are your eyes! I didn't see that the third brother was injured, hurry up!"

The big guy said "oh oh" several times, quickly took out a tissue from his body and handed it to Yang San.

Seeing this, Zou Xiaobei understood and stopped logging into Legend, stood up and said, "Third brother, let me take you to the hospital."

Yang San waved his hand and wiped his face randomly with a tissue. His whole face was covered in blood and looked extremely scary.

He walked up to Jia Zhaowei and said with a smile, "I, Yang San, guarantee that they didn't steal your equipment. Do you still want to check your number?"

Jia Zhaowei trembled his lips and was speechless.

Yang San gradually stopped smiling, stared at Jia Zhaowei for a few seconds, then turned to Zou Xiaobei and shouted, "Give me another bottle!"

When Shouhou heard this, he immediately lost his composure and hurriedly stepped forward to grab Yang San, "Third brother, don't be like this. If you have anything to say, please speak up!"

Jia Zhaowei felt very unhappy. The thin monkey was submissive in front of Yang San, just like a mouse seeing a cat. He was really a loser.

Yang San's behavior was obviously to protect Zou Xiaobei and Ma Long.

From this point of view, it is really possible that the dragon-slaying knife is in their hands.

Yang San pushed the thin monkey away and continued to press Jia Zhaowei, "Huh? How is it?"

Su Mingchuan hurriedly pulled down the corner of Jia Zhaowei's clothes behind him and whispered, "Cousin, cousin, forget it."

Jia Zhaowei was very unwilling. In any case, he was considered a respectable person in No. 9 Middle School. Even if he was a gangster in society, for the sake of his father, he would be more or less lenient.

But this Yang San, not only did not accept his kindness, but also turned against him.

This is really unreasonable!

At this time, Han Yingying at the front desk walked over with long legs and said coldly, "The owner of the plane on the 22nd got off the plane early and left. Don't make trouble in the Internet cafe."

After saying that, Han Yingying rolled her eyes at everyone and twisted her body back to the front desk.

Jia Zhaowei was stunned for a moment, thought quickly, and then nodded to Yang San.

Seeing Jia Zhaowei's stance, Shouhou smiled brightly. He persuaded and said, "Oh, we are all brothers, why should we be so serious? Let's go for a walk and go to Donghao for a few drinks. I won't come back until I'm drunk."

"You go ahead, it's mine." Yang San also laughed.

Jia Zhaowei raised the corners of his mouth unnaturally, said nothing, turned around and walked out of the Internet cafe, followed closely by Su Mingchuan.

There was such a big commotion, and everyone in the Internet cafe was watching the excitement, and some even stood up from their seats.

The big guy waved his hands irritably and cursed, "Look at it, just go and do what you have to do!"

After Jia Zhaowei left, Shouhou said to Yang San, "Third brother, his father is Jia from Baiyun Hotel..."

"I know." Yang San interrupted.

"Then, you really don't want to go drinking?" Thin Monkey asked.

"No, you go ahead." Yang San said.

"Okay, third brother, let's go first." After Shouhou said, he took the people away.

The crowd dispersed, Yang San threw away the broken bottle in his hand and sat down on the computer chair.

"Third brother, you are still bleeding, do you want to bandage it?" Zou Xiaobei stepped forward and asked with concern.

"It's okay," Yang San said with a smile, "Bring me a bottle of mineral water and tissues."

Zou Xiaobei nodded, with quick eyes and quick hands, he went to the front desk first to buy mineral water and tissues.

Yang San pointed to the trash can in the corner and said, "Bring the bucket over and pour mineral water on my head."

Zou Xiaobei quickly put the trash can at Yang San's feet. Yang San lowered his head, and Ma Long opened the mineral water and rinsed the wound in Yang San's hair.

As the water poured down, Yang San's whole body began to tremble, and he grabbed the armrests of the seat with both hands. The veins on his arms were exposed, and the tattoo looked very abrupt.

After using up the bottle of water, Yang San dried his hair and face with paper towels, then pressed a stack of paper towels to the wound, and then leaned back on the computer chair.

"Damn, give me one." Yang San closed his eyes and frowned.

Zou Xiaobei took out a cigarette and lit it for Yang San. Yang San squinted his eyes and took two deep puffs, then slowly exhaled the smoke, and the tense expression on his face relaxed a little.

"Third brother, why did you hit yourself on the head?" Ma Long couldn't help but ask.

"Haha, isn't this a guarantee for you?" Yang San smiled casually.

"But does guaranteeing have to hit your head?" Ma Long was puzzled. After all, with Yang San's prestige in the world, wasn't this a matter that could be solved with just one sentence?

Yang San opened his eyes and grinned, "Shadow, who wants you to steal other people's equipment!"

Ma Long was silent, but Zou Xiaobei on the side suddenly understood that Yang San suffered the blow on his head on their behalf.

Even though he knew the whereabouts of Tu Long, Yang San still guaranteed Zou Xiaobei's name and did not hesitate to throw a bottle at himself.

This can only be said that Yang San is a very moral gangster, otherwise he would not do this.

For a moment, Zou Xiaobei looked at Yang San with admiration.

He thinks this person is worth dating.

After a moment of thought, Zou Xiaobei took the initiative and said to Yang San, "Third brother, the dragon slaying is for you."

Ma Long was surprised, but looking at Yang San's appearance, he was embarrassed to say anything.

Yang San smiled slightly, "To be honest, I can't afford it for three thousand yuan."

Zou Xiaobei said firmly, "No, I'll give it to you!"

Yang San's eyes lit up and he said in disbelief, "Send it to me? No money?"

Zou Xiaobei nodded, "Yes, I don't want money."

Yang San smiled happily, "Then why are you so embarrassed?"

Zou Xiaobei took out his cigarette case and handed Yang San another cigarette, "You're welcome, I have conditions."

"What are the conditions?" Yang San took the cigarette and looked at Zou Xiaobei curiously, "Except for money, everything else is not a problem."

Zou Xiaobei shook his head and said with a smile, "My condition is to negotiate money with you."

Yang San was a little confused. He rubbed his temples and looked at Zou Xiaobei in confusion, "Didn't you just say you would send me off?"

Zou Xiaobei smiled, sat down next to Yang San, helped Yang San light the cigarette, and then said, "Third brother, I'm not asking you for money, I want to make money with you."

"Make money?" Yang San couldn't understand even more.

"Yes!" Zou Xiaobei looked into Yang San's eyes and said firmly, "As long as you cooperate with me and follow my ideas, I guarantee that we will all make money!"
Chapter completed!