My Grandpa Is A Super Godly Tyrant

Zhao Quan's underlings smashed the glass of Fumannlou Hotel into pieces.    

At the entrance of the Fumannlou Hotel, Peng Jiawei also joined the team that was smashing the Fumannlou Hotel.    

"Damn it, Lin Fei, you're just a little kid, and you think you're so great just because you have two pieces of money? In front of my uncle, Zhao Quan, you are just a piece of trash."    

Peng Jiawei shouted as he smashed the Fumannlou Hotel.    

Zhao Quan slowly walked into the Fumannlou Hotel.    

The staff of the Fumannlou Hotel were all scared silly.    

"Ask your boss to come out immediately." Zhao Quan said to Zhou Lanxin, the receptionist at the front desk.    

At the same time.    

Lin Fei heard such a big commotion. He quickly put on his clothes and ran out.    

Lin Fei had just run to the main hall.    

Peng Jiawei raised a chair behind him and threw it at Lin Fei's head.    

"F * ck you!" Peng Jiawei shouted.    

Lin Fei quickly dodged the chair Peng Jiawei threw at him.    

Then he picked up a bottle of wine and threw it at Peng Jiawei.    

Bang!    

Peng Jiawei was quick and nimble. He dodged the bottle that Lin Fei threw at him, and the bottle fell to the ground.    

"Little kid, my uncle is here. How dare you be so arrogant? You don't know how to write the word 'death', do you?" Peng Jiawei said in an extremely arrogant manner.    

When Zhao Quan heard this, he felt that it was quite interesting.    

He really didn't expect that a slightly rich second generation would actually dare to attack his nephew, Peng Jiawei, in front of him.    

Therefore, with curiosity, he turned around and looked at Lin Fei.    

No, it's fine.    

When Zhao Quan saw this, he was dumbfounded.    

Wasn't this Master Lin ?    

A few days ago, his eldest brother, Yang Bao, had warned him not to provoke Master Lin .    

Now, he had brought his men and destroyed Lin Fei's hotel.    

When he thought of this, his heart was in his throat.    

Zhao Quan's subordinates were still smashing the Fumannlou Hotel.    

Peng Jiawei picked up a wine bottle and rushed towards Lin Fei.    

"All of you, stop!" Zhao Quan used his hand to slap the table in front of him.    

In an instant.    

The entire Fumannlou Hotel fell silent.    

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stood where they were.    

After that, Zhao Quan slowly walked towards Lin Fei and Peng Jiawei.    

"Uncle, you don't need to personally deal with this little kid. You have a noble status." Peng Jiawei broke the silence.    

He thought that his uncle Zhao Quan was going to teach this little bastard Lin Fei a lesson personally.    

But...    

The next second.    

He knew he was thinking too much.    

His uncle, Zhao Quan, walked up to him.    

Bang! Bang! Bang!    

His uncle, Zhao Quan, didn't even say anything before he crazily slapped his big mouth.    

Peng Jiawei was struck dumb.    

Zhao Quan's subordinates were dumbfounded by what they saw.    

They knew how much Zhao Quan loved his nephew, Peng Jiawei.    

No matter what Peng Jiawei did, it was out of line.    

Zhao Quan would choose to help Peng Jiawei without hesitation.    

Why did Zhao Quan hit his nephew Peng Jiawei now?    

They could not understand.    

Lin Fei smiled and sat on a chair. He snapped his fingers at the receptionist and said calmly, "Give me a glass of juice."    

The receptionist, zhou Lanxin, looked at Lin Fei in disbelief.    

Their hotel had been smashed to such a state.    

The boss of their hotel, Lin Fei, was still in the mood to drink fruit juice.    

However, zhou Lanxin did not think deeper. She held a glass of fruit juice with trembling hands and respectfully placed it in front of Lin Fei with both hands.