Qingkong Xuanlang seemed to see a life-saving straw, instantly excited, as if twitching, "Ming...Zhi...Tian, Ming Zhi Tian!..."
Qingkong Yuezhang bent down, holding his hand, "Don't be afraid, Dad is here, who did this? Ming Zhitian?"
Qingkong Xuanlang didn't say much, still excitedly calling out, "Ming Zhi...Tian, Ming Zhi...Tian!"
Qingkong Yuezhang, for the first time, shed tears, gritted his teeth, "Ming Zhitian, I understand. Lang'er, you can rest assured, Dad will avenge you. Even if it costs everything, I will cripple Ming Zhitian!" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Half an hour passed...
Qingkong Yuezhang walked out of the ward dejectedly, then issued a death order: "Effective immediately, the Qingkong family will mobilize all their forces to find Ming Zhitian and kill him without mercy!"
Although he had wanted to curry favor with Ming Zhitian because of Bi Lanbiyan at the time, now that he had almost caused Qingkong Yuezhang to have no heir, what did it matter if Ming Zhitian had business opportunities? As the richest man in Miaohai City, the Qingkong family was not short of money, not to mention that Ming Zhitian had become an mortal enemy of the Qingkong family.
Upon hearing the news, Fan Miaomiao immediately called Ming Zhitian, "Zhitian, where are you? I need to see you."
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Ming Zhitian leisurely savored his mocha coffee. Fan Miaomiao rushed over, her heart filled with anxiety.
"You still dare to show your face? Come with me quickly." Fan Miaomiao, with her pink bag on her back, dressed in a fitted white dress and white high heels, panted heavily.
Ming Zhitian looked confused, "Go? Where? So urgent."
Fan Miaomiao grabbed his hand, "No time to explain. Qingkong Yuezhang wants to kill you, hurry up and come with me to take shelter."
Ming Zhitian nodded, "Oh~ I see, no rush, let me finish this cup of coffee."
Fan Miaomiao became even more anxious, "Zhitian! I'm not joking, hurry up and go with me, I'll let my master protect you."
Ming Zhitian's sharp eyes slowly moved up, "No need, they're here."
"What?" Just as Fan Miaomiao was confused, the sound of many footsteps echoed from outside, and then more than ten people entered.
"The Qingkong family is handling business, all idlers leave immediately," said a middle-aged man at the forefront.
"It's over, it's over." Fan Miaomiao completely gave up the idea of escaping.
Ming Zhitian, however, teased, "Saying it's over before it even begins, what do you mean?"
Fan Miaomiao glared at him fiercely, "What time is it now, and you're still joking."
It had to be said, if Ming Zhitian didn't have someone he loved, he might have been moved. Fan Miaomiao's eyes when she glared were truly beautiful, just like first love.
The middle-aged man pointed at Ming Zhitian, "You are Ming Zhitian, right? Will you surrender obediently, or should we take action? Don't worry, there are five hundred martial artists outside, all of them are mid-level masters. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I am..."
"Crack! Ah!!..."
Ming Zhitian flashed and chopped the hand pointing at him with a palm strike, breaking the bone, "You talk too much."
The middle-aged man winced in pain, "Attack! All of you, attack! Kill him! Ah... Hiss ah..."
Five hundred mid-level martial artists broke through the wall and entered! Ming Zhitian pulled Fan Miaomiao into his arms with one hand. She panted shyly, "Mmmhmm..."
Then it was Ming Zhitian's show. His peak martial artist aura erupted. Although he only had a gap with one hand and two feet, it was more than enough to deal with these small fry.
Some had weapons, some picked up stools as weapons; they were all hit in the face by Ming Zhitian's fist and kicked through stool boards, sending several people flying.
Pedestrians dodged, thus escaping unharmed. As more people were kicked away, under the fight of numerous martial artists, the Pro Coffee Shop was battered and tattered, full of holes.