Song Wenqiang's younger brother did not dare to say anything, and his face became distorted due to the severe pain.
The pained expression showed an indescribable look, and a large blood puddle appeared on the opponent's open palm.
"Humph, no one has ever dared to talk to me with such an attitude.
Brat, you are very brave, and I admire you very much.
However, whoever is rude to me will die."
Song Wenqiang glared at Ye Hao fiercely, and then he changed the topic and glanced at Yu Mengqian.
His original harsh words suddenly contained a hint of indescribable cunning: "You are lucky today, I don't want to kill anyone.
Besides, you are the one brought by Miss Yu, so I have to give you some face no matter what.
Let me show you a way to survive, and if you can help me, I will spare your life."
"Oh, then I'd like to listen to it."
Ye Hao mocked with a bit of ridicule.
If someone dared to talk to him like this before, this idiot would have died suddenly without him even noticing.
However, we were in China now, and Ye Hao didn't want to kill randomly in this place.
Besides, the idiot second-generation young master in front of him was not worth his while.
"Play golf with me and you'll win or lose with one stroke.
If I win, you'll be at my mercy.
If I lose, I'll spare your life."
Song Wenqiang was arrogant, as if he had already controlled Ye Hao's life and death, and his tone was extremely perverse.
"You sound quite confident, but I rarely do this.
Wouldn't it be too shameless for you to compare this with me?"
Ye Hao gave the other party a reassurance and made him get carried away.
A simple show of weakness is to create opportunities for yourself.
But when Ye Hao said this, Song Wenqiang's pride and arrogance naturally went without saying, but it made Yu Mengqian standing next to him worried.
Yu Mengqian's eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and she was particularly worried about Ye Hao.
Ye Hao used to sell stinky tofu in the Dark Snack Street and didn't understand elegance at all, at least in Yu Mengqian's mind.
Just now I asked Ye Hao to give it a try, but he repeatedly refused and would only watch from the side.
At this time, Song Wenqiang wants to compete with Ye Hao in golf.
Isn't this a deliberate deception?
Song Wenqiang often visited high society and was particularly good at golf, an aristocratic sport.
If Ye Hao competed with him, he would definitely lose.
Yu Mengqian looked at Ye Hao, her beautiful eyes filled with endless worry, "Ye Hao, don't agree to him."
Yu Mengqian whispered, not wanting Ye Hao to compare with him.
Ye Hao smiled and disagreed, "What are you afraid of?
I don't want to lose if I bet.
Maybe I'm lucky and can still win."
"Hahaha, did you hear that?
This kid is daydreaming.
He can win the joke."
The people around him burst into laughter, taking what Ye Hao said as the biggest absurdity they had ever heard.
Yu Mengqian looked nervous, and a pair of jade hands involuntarily placed lightly on Ye Hao's arm, as if to stop Feng Han in this way.
This bastard Song Wenqiang can do anything.
Assuming that Ye Hao loses, Ye Hao will definitely be beaten to death by them.
Song Wenqiang looked at Yu Mengqian and laughed ferociously, his eyes bursting with infinite murderous aura, so aggressive.
"You brat, it seems that Miss Yu and you have a good relationship.
No wonder Miss Yu would bring a poor guy like you to this place.
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It turns out that there is an affair between you two."
Song Wenqiang snorted coldly, the decibel level of his voice increased significantly, and the feeling in his heart Dissatisfaction gradually increased, "If you don't want to compete with me now, that's fine.
I will take Miss Yu away, and I will also get close to Miss Yu in front of you, hahaha."
Normally, a person like Song Wenqiang would not survive for a second.
However, Ye Hao feels that life is boring.
Without these idiots and idiots, everything would be even more boring.
"Compare."
Ye Hao ignored the other party as if he didn't hear what the other party said.
Song Wenqiang stopped smiling instantly and looked slightly embarrassed.
After saying such a long sentence, the other party only responded with two words, and it felt like he was talking to himself.
Song Wenqiang originally thought that Ye Hao would give in, or kneel down and beg for mercy due to the strong pressure and intimidation, but Ye Hao didn't, and instead had a smile on his face.
Although he was smiling, Song Wenqiang felt like he was trembling all over after taking an inadvertent glance.
"Master, why don't you just drag this kid out and beat him up, and even play golf with him?"
Song Wenqiang, a confidant who had been with him for many years, said, as if he was deliberately trying to please.
But he quickly shut up, and Song Wenqiang's sinister look frightened the man, who immediately lowered his head and ducked aside, not daring to say any more.
Song Wenqiang took a few steps closer to Yu Mengqian, with a slight smile on his face, "Don't be nervous, I won't let him lose too ugly.
Miss Yu, you'd better reconsider me as soon as possible."
As you said just now, you have to know that you don’t have any other choice.”
After Song Wenqiang finished speaking, he picked up a golf club with a proud hand.
The handle of the club is made of solid gold, which is said to bring good luck.
Ye Hao glanced at it and couldn't help but smile teasingly, "Young Master Song, you are so unconfident.
A truly capable person can achieve excellent results even with the poorest equipment.
It's like the pinnacle of ancient times.
A swordsman, against a swordsman with special skills and a famous sword, can easily knock the opponent to the ground even if he only holds a wicker stick. " "Hmph, then try the poor guy and you will know how to use your words.
I will make you cry later."
Song Wenqiang snorted coldly, glared at Ye Hao and started to prepare.
The men set up the golf balls, and Song Wenqiang held the club with both hands and made a few simple up and down movements, as if looking for a certain feeling.
There are two types of golf competitions, one is stroke play and the other is match play.
Whether it is a professional or amateur tournament, stroke play is more common.
This time the two of them broke the rules and decided the winner or loser with one stroke, depending on who could score the hole.
If neither party hits the hole, it depends on whose ball is closest to the hole.
The ball used this time is a multi-shell ball, which is easier to hit.
Song Wenqiang pretended to do a lot of fancy moves, and then made a quick move.
The sphere whirled, rose into the air, and transformed into a perfect arc in mid-air.
Yu Mengqian's heart was in her throat, and she felt bad all over.
Song Wenqiang's playing posture was cool and unrestrained, and he was deliberately trying to be cool.
Many women around him looked at him and looked like a nymphomaniac.
"The young master is really amazing.
Not only did he subvert the traditional way of playing golf, he actually missed a hole-in-one by just two or three punches."
The men standing next to him gave him thumbs up and flattered him wildly.
Yu Mengqian froze on the spot, looking into the distance, feeling disappointed.
"It's over, Ye Hao will definitely lose this time":