Chapter 807

"Clang."

The Second Aunt slammed the door and came out of the room. She had heard everything when Wan Ping'an was asking for money just now.

"Liu Haizhong, why are you so incompetent? You should have just stuck to denying it after taking Wan Ping'an's things. Now it's good, you gave him forty yuan."

"How was I supposed to know that bastard was so stubborn? He didn't give me any chance at all and insisted on sending me to the police station. What do you know!"

"Fine, fine, fine, consider it my meddling." After the Second Aunt finished speaking, she twisted her fat body and waddled back to the kitchen to cook.

Liu Haizhong thought to himself: Damn Wan Ping'an, I'll snatch all your things sooner or later and turn you into a pauper!

On the other side, Wan Ping'an took the money home and began to study the door of his house. Last time it was Jia Zhangshi playing tricks to enter his room, and this time it was Liu Haizhong. What about next time?

No, it seems he has to go to the decoration market early tomorrow morning and change the door.

Early the next morning, Wan Ping'an went, rented a motorcycle, and then rode to the decoration market.

He came to a shop with a sign hanging above it that read "Red Flag Decoration Company."

Although the sign for "Red Flag Decoration Service Company" was ugly and unsightly, it looked quite domineering and powerful.

"Hey, comrade, how is your shop?" Wan Ping'an saw the guard dozing off, so he leaned over and asked.

The guard glanced at Wan Ping'an and said impatiently: "What do you mean how is it?"

"Why is this decoration company so ugly?" Wan Ping'an asked, feigning surprise.

After hearing this, the guard frowned and said: "Is your kid's eyes growing on your butt? How is this shop ugly? This is the largest decoration enterprise in the province! If you're sensible, get out of here quickly, and I might turn a blind eye, otherwise I'll throw you out."

"Oh, damn! So arrogant!" Wan Ping'an muttered, then walked into the shop.

"Hey, are you buying or not? If you're not buying, get out quickly, don't delay my sleep," the guard said impatiently.

Wan Ping'an ignored the guard and walked straight into the decoration factory, strolling around inside.

"Hey! Are you looking for a beating? Did you hear me talking to you?" the guard shouted at Wan Ping'an.

"I heard you. Are your ears made of donkey hair? Why are they buzzing?" Wan Ping'an looked back and rolled his eyes at the guard.

"Hey, you brat, you've got some nerve! Daring to call me a donkey! It looks like you're tired of living!" The guard rolled up his sleeves and prepared to take action.

"Try moving me if you dare." Wan Ping'an narrowed his eyes.

"I'm going to move you!"

As he spoke, the guard took a step forward, raised his fist, which was the size of a sand pot, and smashed it toward Wan Ping'an's forehead.

Wan Ping'an dodged to the side, then immediately kicked the guard in the abdomen. The guard was caught off guard and kicked to the ground.

"You..." The guard stood up while clutching his stomach, pointing at Wan Ping'an and roaring in anger: "You little bastard, I'm going to beat you flat today."

Wan Ping'an curled his lips and said: "Who's afraid of whom!"

After finishing, Wan Ping'an pounced on the guard again. This time, Wan Ping'an used all his strength, kicked the guard over, took the opportunity to straddle the guard's waist, grabbed the guard's shoulders with both hands, shook him violently, and shouted: "Let you be arrogant! Let you bully people!"