on the other hand.
After receiving the photos secretly taken by the reporter, Yu Haipeng immediately contacted Yu Ziling, who was waiting for news, after leaving the coffee shop.
"Dad, did you get the photos?"
“Got it,” Yu Haipeng said smugly. “She threw coffee at me and even hit me; the footage is all crystal clear.”
"Very good!"
Yu Ziling said, "Post it online immediately, and I'll contact the online trolls."
Yu Haipeng hung up the phone, smugly put away his phone, and walked out of the coffee shop.
In order to meet up with Yu Ziling as soon as possible, he deliberately chose a sparsely populated alley to save time.
The alley was narrow and somewhat shady.
Yu Haipeng looked at the photos sent by the reporter on his phone, his smile growing increasingly smug.
Suddenly, the roar of an engine could be heard, sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet alley.
Yu Haipeng looked up and saw several motorcycles speeding in from the other end of the alley. All the riders were wearing helmets and were moving very fast.
Did we run into a motorcycle gang?
Yu Haipeng frowned, stuck the sticker on the wall, and tried to make way for the group of motorcycles.
As a result, just as the other person was about to pass by him, the leader suddenly pulled out a baseball bat from behind, the bat gleaming with a bloodthirsty luster in the sunlight.
Upon seeing Yu Haipeng, he immediately raised the weapon in his hand!
Something's not right!
Yu Haipeng immediately realized the danger and turned to run away, but was blocked by several other motorcycles.
Soon, he was surrounded by people.
Who are you?
"We're nobody, we just want to have a chat with you," the other person said in a cocky tone.
"Are you here to collect a debt?"
Yu Haipeng assumed these people were loan sharks owed by Gao Yueping, and quickly said, "Want money? Take it? Take it all."
He assumed these people were only after his money, so he quickly took out his wallet and threw it away.
To everyone's surprise, the other party didn't say a word.
The next second, the baseball bat struck Yu Haipeng hard on the back of the head.
"Bang!"
Yu Haipeng was slammed against the wall, landing with a bruised and swollen face.
"You...you all..."
Yu Haipeng struggled to his feet against the wall, opened his mouth to speak, but coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Two of her teeth were knocked out.
"Who are you!" he cried out in pain, covering his mouth.
However, the other party did not answer and swung the baseball bat down again.
This time, they were targeting his bulky back.
Another dull thud.
Yu Haipeng lay prostrate on the ground and heard the sound of bones breaking.
The other man stopped his motorcycle, braced himself with one foot, and jabbed Yu Haipeng hard in the chest with his baseball bat. "I heard Yu Ziling is quite popular lately? So Mr. Yu is also riding high?"
"Isn't it said that Yu Ziling likes doing charity? That's perfect, we brothers are a little short on money lately, how about Mr. Fu lend us some?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Haipeng spat out several more mouthfuls of blood. "You...you just want money?"
At first he thought he had offended someone, but it turned out that these people were just petty thugs who wanted money.
Yu Haipeng looked at the leader, who was wearing a helmet and speaking in a muffled voice.
Some doubts arose in his mind: were they really just ordinary hooligans?
"Want money?" the other party said, starting the model train again and roaring towards Yu Haipeng's face. His vicious voice was full of arrogance and swagger. "A few banknotes won't be enough to satisfy us."
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