Li Zeshuo's expression was extremely hard to see, and at this moment, he cried out: "Ye Hao--"

"I surrender!"

"Don't kill us!"

Without waiting for Li Zeshuo to give the order, the Taekwondo masters from Bangguo were all kneeling on the ground "skirts". Many people even raised their hands to signal that they had no malice.

Facing a thousand well-trained thugs, giving up cleanly is the only choice. Compared to being able to survive, what is it to kneel down and surrender?

Ye Hao turned his head slightly.

Wu Xiaohu immediately brought people to rush forward and tied up all the so-called masters of the Bangguo.

The fierce star chaebol was left with Li Zeshuo and his pretty female secretary who could still stand.

"Ye Hao!"

"Don't bully people too much!"

"No matter how I say that they are all the sons of the representative of the Star chaebol Li. The entire Star chaebol is a big shot who can be ranked first!"

"You top leaders of government officials in various parts of Daxia must stand attentively and salute when they see me!"

"I'm not someone like you who can humiliate me!"

Li Zeshuo was furious and felt a sense of pride from the big stick nation.

Ye Hao's tone was cold: "Kneel down and speak."

"Kneel down and speak!?"

Li Zeshuo was completely angry and laughed angrily at this moment: "Who do you think you are?"

"Not to mention Yangcheng or Lingnan, even if you look at the entire Daxia, who can make me Li Zeshuo kneel down?"

"No!"

"Even if there is, our big stick nation cannot be humiliated!"

Although Ye Hao has many people and powerful people, Li Zeshuo has his absolute pride.

More than ten years ago, when he was serving in the military service in Bangguo, he was a disciple of the number one Taekwondo in Bangguo and became a closed disciple.

With his skills, it is not a problem to fight a hundred with one. It is easy for him to claim to be a way out.

This is his confidence in over the years that he dared to fight for power and profit in the Star chaebol.

Originally, Li Zeshuo had no intention of revealing his skills at all, but at this moment, Ye Hao was stepping on his head so wildly that he no longer wanted to hide.

"My surname is Ye, today I will let you see what a master of Taekwondo black belt ninth tier is!"

Li Zeshuo slowly threw away his coat, revealing his black belt.

"Bang!"

Ye Hao looked cold and took a step forward, appeared directly in front of Li Zeshuo, raised his hand and slapped him.

"Golden steel whip legs!"

Li Zeshuo shouted angrily and kicked it out, using the killer moves in Taekwondo.

But the next moment, Ye Hao's slap had already arrived first and fell directly on his face.

With a "puff", Li Zeshuo flew out horizontally.

In front of Ye Hao's slap, there is no meaning at all, such as the first person in Taekwondo, the master of the ninth strata of the black belt, and the whip legs of the Vajra.

With a "bang", it hit the ground, and a red palm print appeared on Li Zeshuo's face.

At this moment, he struggled to get up, but Ye Hao took another step forward and then swept out with a slap.

"Ba"

Li Zeshuo screamed and flew out again.

"Bang!"

"Taitbox Black Belt Nine Sections!"

"The closed disciple of the first Taekwondo man!"

"Vajra whip legs!"

"The star chaebol cannot be humiliated!"

Ye Hao smiled and slapped.

At this moment, Li Zeshuo was beaten and flew out again and again, his face swollen like a pig's head.

"Bang!"

"So what if I insult you?"

"A mere Bangguo dares to be arrogant in my Daxia?"

"What gave you the courage to watch the sky in a well?"


Chapter completed!