"Who are you and what do you want to do?" Han Jun asked coldly.

"What are you doing? You fucking spoiled my good deeds. I'm going to break your leg today." The man said.

"Except for him staying, you can go away." The man pointed to Han Jun and continued.

A group of women dispersed without any souvenirs.

This made Han Jun also angry. He finally ushered in his most important night, and he was about to enter the hotel, but was destroyed by these inexplicable guys.

"Do you know who I am? You can't afford to mess with me." Han Jun said sullenly.

"Brothers, come on, let him know how powerful we are." The man came for revenge, so he didn't talk too much nonsense, and he knew very well the reason why the villain died of talking too much, he didn't want to wait until Han Jun's death. Reinforcements come out.

In the distance, Yang Wanlin sat in the car and watched all this quietly. Han Jun didn't help him out before, which made him feel angry, but now, he naturally didn't intend to help Han Jun.

However, Han Sanqian in his impression was by no means as skilled as these local hooligans could be.

It's a pity that Han Jun is only Han Sanqian who was misidentified after all, not Han Sanqian himself.

The next thing, of course.

Han Jun was hammered by several people, and he didn't even have the ability to resist at all, and soon fell to the ground.

Those people came and went quickly, and they scattered after beating them up.

Han Jun was lying on the ground, his whole body was in pain, and God should not answer.

Seeing this, Yang Wanlin frowned.

What the hell is going on here? How could he, who was able to force Song Yun not to make a move, be beaten up so badly by a few gangsters!

"Master, do you want to help?" the driver asked Yang Wanlin.

Yang Wanlin shook his head subconsciously. He couldn't figure out what the situation was, but he was sure that Han Sanqian's identity must be weird, because if he was really Han Sanqian himself, this trivial matter would be resolved by himself.

"Go home." Yang Wanlin said.

The driver stepped on the accelerator directly, and the vehicle roared past Han Jun.

Back home, it was already late at night, everyone in the Yang family should have rested, but the light in the living room was still on, Yang Wanlin was feeling strange when he found Yang Bin sitting in the living room.

Yang Wanlin walked up to Yang Bin respectfully and said, "Old Ancestor, it's so late and you haven't rested yet."

"How did meeting Han Sanqian go?" Yang Bin asked.

Yang Wanlin was startled. The ancestor waited for him so late, and he only wanted to know about Han Sanqian. This must have been taken too seriously.

"Old Ancestor, I feel a little strange about what happened tonight," Yang Wanlin said.

Yang Bin raised his head curiously, and said, "Sit down and talk."

Yang Wanlin was flattered, and sat cautiously beside Yang Bin, saying, "Old Ancestor, although Han Sanqian and I haven't seen each other for half a month, the feeling he gives me is completely different from before, and I even suspect that seeing him tonight The person in question is not Han Sanqian at all."

"Why do you have such doubts?" Yang Bin asked.

"He was beaten by a group of punks, and there was no room for him to fight back," Yang Wanlin said.

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