Looking at the bruises on Sun Zhaocai's neck, Yang Jun couldn't help laughing and was so happy that he couldn't straighten his waist.

"I was beaten by my son. If this matter is spread, I will see where your Sun Zhaocai's face is put, haha."

"You will also spread it." Sun Zhaocai said in a buzzing voice.

"Why do you think it was my rumor? Can't it be Sha Zhu?" Yang Jun pointed at Sha Zhu and said.

"He won't." Sun Zhaocai said in a sure tone.

They stayed together every day, and he knew Sha Zhu. That guy was not interested in anything except eating, nor was he a tongue-in-law.

Yang Jun looked back at Sha Zhu and saw that this guy was stuffing roast chicken into his mouth. The whole piece of chicken rolled around in his mouth, and he spit out a bone when he opened his mouth.

Seeing Yang Jun staring at him, Sha Zhu grinned.

"Hehe, godfather."

Well, this foodie is trapped again.

Yang Jun was speechless when he held his forehead.

"Eat yours."

Then, Yang Jun threw the chicken butt directly into the river to feed the fish, then broke off a chicken leg and started to chew it.

This is the roast chicken that Sun Zhaocai personally roasted. Not to mention that his skills are better than the five-star chefs in a big restaurant outside. Over the years, at least tens of thousands of roast chickens and ducks have been in their stomachs. It is unreasonable to have poor skills.

"Grill one more next time, it will be quite delicious."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhaocai rolled his eyes and ignored him.

"By the way, Zhaocai, I remember your Xiaopeng is sixteen years old this year, right?"

Sun Xiaopeng is Sun Zhaocai's second son. He has three sons in total. Yang Jun remembers that the ages of the three sons are about the same, at most one or two years old.

"Well, I'm sixteen, one year younger than his brother, and I'm in my third year of high school."

Sun Zhaocai didn't know why Yang Jun suddenly asked this, but he still answered truthfully.

"Well, one year younger than Xiaoguo, which means that this child's martial arts are worth a lot now."

After Yang Jun finished speaking, he looked back at Sun Zhaocai: "How is Xiaopeng's martial arts value?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhaocai subconsciously denied: "How did I know? I haven't fought him."

"To be honest." Yang Jun asked with a stern face.

Seeing that Yang Jun didn't seem to make fun of him, Sun Zhaocai buzzed and said in a buzzing voice: "It's a little worse than his brother, but... it's not much worse."

The Sun family's children have also practiced martial arts since childhood. With their ancestral genes, they are all big guys at such a young age, so the military power is naturally undeniable.

"Can you beat him?" Yang Jun asked again.

"How do I know, have I ever tried?"

Sun Zhaocai was stubborn on his neck, but when he saw Yang Jun's cold eyes, he immediately whispered: "I can't beat it."

"Can't beat it?"

This answer was beyond Yang Jun's expectations.

I thought it was understandable that Sun Zhaocai could not beat Sun Xiaoguo. The child had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he had good food and good physical qualities in all aspects. It was expected that he would beat Sun Zhaocai, but what he did not expect was that Sun Xiaopeng's martial arts value was so perverted, which actually made Sun Zhaocai, who had always been arrogant, be reluctant to take advantage of it.

Yang Jun wanted to see the skills of the boys of the Sun Zhaocai family.

"The boss can't beat him, and the second brother can't beat him, but what about the third brother?"

Sun Zhaocai has three sons and one daughter. His daughter is only about ten years old. The three sons are only one year apart from each other. The third son Sun Xiaoma is now fifteen years old. Yang Jun really wants to know how good Sun Zhaocai's three sons are.

After hearing Yang Jun's question, Sun Zhaocai's face suddenly became ugly. First it turned red, then slowly turned blue. His lips opened and he suddenly shouted,

"Who do you look down on me? I can't deal with the eldest and second brothers, and I can't deal with him?"

Looking at Sun Zhaocai's angry look, Yang Jun smiled.

He patted his shoulder and smiled, "Okay, I understand, why are you so excited?"

"You're insulting people." Sun Zhaocai said with his neck.

"I'm insulting people now?" Yang Jun glared and said, "You are not as skilled as others, so why are you blaming me?"

Sun Zhaocai was so angry that his face turned pale. He stood there staring at Yang Jun with his eyes tightly, as if he was about to eat him.

"Why... from today on, let Xiaopeng be a personal bodyguard for Yang Chengcai." Yang Jun.

Yang Jun thought that since Sun Zhaocai and his sons had such perverted martial arts, they could not be wasted, and he had to arrange them with his son.

That's what he planned in his heart.

After Yang Jun finished speaking, he saw that Sun Zhaocai was not moving, so he looked back at him.

"Don't worry, I won't treat them badly."

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, his face turned red.

After a while, he buzzed and said in a buzzing voice: "If you want to tell me, those bastards don't listen to me at all."
Chapter completed!