After a moment of excitement, he quickly caught up with Qingke, opened his car door for Qingke, and welcomed Qingke into the car.
He had endured for so long, finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. At this moment, his mind was already full of thoughts. He was even imagining how to play with this noble Qing Ke, how to make her beg for mercy on her knees, how to let her know how powerful he was.
"You finally figured it out."
"What did you figure out?"
"Think about it and become my woman!"
"You're overthinking it. If having a meal with me makes me your woman, then I, Shang Qing, would also be considered an empress. I'd have three harems and six courtyards long ago."
Qing Ke's words woke Wu Meng up. He was so happy that he was confused. How could he say such a thing at this time? Don't scare the cooked duck away again.
After all, Shang Qing is the daughter of a famous family. How could she succeed so easily? She was too impatient.
After the two of them finished their meal, Qing Ke asked Wu Meng to take her back to the company. After the lesson of twisting her ear last time, Wu Meng did not dare to force her to stay.
After that day, Qing Ke never gave Wu Meng another chance, never went out to eat with him again. She went back to her old ways, cold as an iceberg in front of Wu Meng.
Wu Meng didn't give up, and still went to wait downstairs of Qingshang Group every day as usual. Although he knew that at most he could only see Qing Ke once, and the gift he prepared would still be wasted, he still persevered, rain or shine.
One day, before Qing Ke came out, he saw a group of gangsters approaching him, each holding a wooden stick. They looked ferocious, and he realized that these people were coming for him.
Wu Meng is also a well-known figure in the underworld and is well aware of the rules of the underworld.
He saw that these people were holding wooden sticks, and it was obvious that someone wanted to teach him a lesson and teach him a lesson, but no knife was used, and it seemed that the employer did not want to see bloodshed.
Wu Meng placed the flower on the front of the car and pressed it with his fingers until it made a crisp sound.
Although he is a good fighter, the other side has more people and is not clear about their abilities, so he cannot guarantee how much chance he has of winning.
The group stopped about one and a half meters away from Wu Meng. One of the leaders took a small step forward with a very cool expression.
"Brother, can you please spare me a moment to talk?"
Those people did not rush to take action. Perhaps their employer did not allow them to do it here and wanted to lure Wu Meng to a remote place before taking action.
"Why beat around the bush? Should we fight alone or together?"
Seeing that Wu Meng refused to accept his toast, the man stopped talking nonsense and said, "Hit me."
At the man's command, everyone rushed towards Wu, waving the wooden sticks in their hands.
Wu Meng kicked out fiercely with his right foot, knocking the nearest person to the ground. At this time, a stick came towards him, and he caught it steadily with his hand, kicked the man in the stomach, and snatched the stick from his hand.
With a "weapon" in his hand, he was no longer so passive. He began to swing the wooden stick in his hand vigorously, beating the "thugs" who were swarming towards him.
In less than a few minutes, he knocked all seven or eight big men to the ground. They rolled on the ground, screaming and crying.
The onlookers applauded and praised his skills.
He smiled triumphantly at the crowd, dusted off his hands and body, stepped on the chest of the man who had just taken the lead, pointed a wooden stick at the man's nose, and asked sternly, "Do you know who I am?"
The man was already trembling with fear, looking extremely miserable, with blood oozing from his nose. "I know, I know. How could we not know your nickname, Meng Ge?"
"You know that and still dare to provoke me?"
"We are also following orders from above, taking money from people and helping them ward off disasters."
"Oh! Which immortal did I, Wu Meng, offend? They went to such great lengths to punish me. Tell me, who is it?"
Wu Meng increased the strength of his feet a lot.
"Brother Meng, please spare me. You know this is the rule of the underworld. You can't reveal the identity of your employer. Besides, a small fry like me doesn't deserve to know who my employer is."
Yes, Wu Meng also knew such rules. Otherwise, who would be willing to spend a lot of money to find people like them to eliminate disasters.
"Go away, go back and tell your boss to come at me. I, Wu Meng, don't get my reputation for nothing."
Wu Meng showed no fear at all and even boasted, telling the other side to come at him. He must have overestimated himself. No matter how good he was at fighting, he was still a mortal after all. He couldn't really resist a hundred enemies with one.
The man responded, got up from the ground, and ran away with his brothers.
Wu Meng then remembered his flowers and Qing Kelai, and he quickly ran to the car to check on them. The flowers were intact, and he excitedly held them in his hands, waiting for Qing Ke to appear.
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