PFC Chapter 920 His surname is Aisin Gioro
Chapter 920 His surname is Aisin Gioro
A group of people rushed out of CCTV TV station. Before they got on the bus, they saw more than a dozen ruffian-looking guys in their twenties and thirties coming from across the street.
Zhao Yunting put down his hand that was about to pull the car door and stepped back to Li Moer.
A group of people, some holding wooden sticks and some holding steel pipes, walked towards Li Moer and the others with a menacing look.
Daolang, Liu Tianhua, Zheng Zhihua, Zhou Hongjian, Zeng Hongyi, and Zhao Dashan all took a few steps forward, blocking the group of girls behind them.
A group of people came to Li Moer and the others in an arrogant manner. When they saw the pretty faces and charming figures of Li Moer and the others, they all drooled.
Not to mention Li Moer, even Tian Li, Yang Yuqing, Han Xinyi, Wang Cuicui and others would come to Li Moer's place every Saturday and Sunday when they were in school. During the winter vacation, they would stay at Li Moer's place every day, drinking spiritual spring water and eating grains and fruits produced in the space. They all had beautiful faces and fair skin.
These girls were no ordinary girls. To participate in the CCTV rehearsal, Li Moer even prepared high-end clothes for them that she had bought in her previous life. Each of them wore a long white down jacket. When this group of people walked on the street, no one would stop and drool.
These dozen or so little ruffians had never seen such a beautiful girl in their lives, especially Li Moer, who was in the lead, who made them extremely excited.
A group of people stopped Li Moer and the others, without saying what they were doing, they just stared at them and swallowed their saliva.
At this time, two people got out of the van next to them, a man and a woman. The man was wearing a woolen windbreaker and the woman was tall. If Li Moer and the others were not here as a comparison, this girl would also be a beauty, but compared to Li Moer and the others, she was much inferior.
A man and a woman walked up to Li Moer and the others. The man looked at Li Moer, and a greedy look flashed in his eyes.
After calming himself down, he said, "You were the ones who squeezed out my girlfriend's program. If you know what's good for you, withdraw from the Spring Festival Gala immediately. Otherwise, the consequences will be unbearable for you."
Zhao Yunting snorted coldly and said, "Who do you think you are? You want us to withdraw, so we should withdraw?"
Among the gang of hooligans nearby, a man in a green coat holding an iron pipe said, "You don't even know who he is. If I tell you, you'll be scared to death, you country bumpkin!"
Zhao Yunting said, "Tell me who he is and see if you can scare me to death."
The ruffian tilted his head to the side, tossed his hair, and said in a nonchalant manner, "Let me tell you, his last name is Aisin-Gioro!"
Zhao Yunting said, "Well, so?" The little scoundrel blinked and asked, "What do you mean by so? You don't know what Aisin-Gioro stands for, right? In the past, he was a prince."
Zhao Yunting snorted, "Don't bother with me. Go somewhere cooler! The Qing dynasty was destroyed long ago, and you're still trying to mess with me!"
The man in the woolen coat stared at Zhao Yunting and said, "Boy, you're so arrogant! Brothers, give him some loose bones and see if he can still be so arrogant!"
A group of ruffians immediately raised their hands and ran towards Zhao Yunting with sticks in hand.
Daolang and the others tried to charge forward, but Li Moer held them back. "What a joke! If they went forward, what if they got hit in the head by a steel pipe? That would be terrible!" Brother Ting alone was enough to handle these dozen thugs. "Just help him keep an eye on them and make sure they don't get ambushed."
Zhao Yunting stared at the dozen or so people with his bright eyes, his face revealing a hint of excitement.
The fastest gangster hit Zhao Yunting's head with a steel pipe. Zhao Yunting leaned to the side, and the steel pipe hit Zhao Yunting's chest and hit the ground with a thud, sparks flying. Zhao Yunting threw an uppercut and hit the gangster's chin. The gangster flew off the ground and flew two meters backwards. He hit the ground, tilted his head, spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth, and then passed out!
The rest of the people couldn't help but tremble when they saw this scene, and they all thought in their hearts: "Fuck, this guy is too cruel!"
The second man raised his hand and waved the wooden stick in his hand, trying to sweep across Zhao Yunting's head. Zhao Yunting stretched out his left hand, grabbed the man's wrist, and then kicked him in the stomach. The gangster flew backwards more than three meters before landing on the ground, which shows how powerful Zhao Yunting's kick was.