At the command of the bald party Zhao Fuyuan, more than twenty bald heads holding steel pipes surrounded Chu Mingfeng and Huang Shanshan, waving the steel pipes in their hands one by one, revealing a fierce look on their faces.

"Ah..." Huang Shanshan was a little scared when she saw such a scene.

"Shanshan, don't be afraid, I will protect you, they will die..." Chu Mingfeng said in Huang Shanshan's ear.

"Yeah..." With Chu Mingfeng's words, Huang Shanshan seemed much calmer.

Chu Mingfeng held Huang Shanshan's waist with one hand and rushed into the bald party crowd like a tiger.

These skinheads waved steel pipes like madmen and smashed them towards Chu Mingfeng.

Chu Mingfeng was not afraid at all. At best, this group of bald parties were a group of desperate people. Chu Mingfeng was not afraid of such desperate people at the very least. Chu Mingfeng had no idea how many people were stained with blood. If it were not in the downtown area but in the wilderness, Chu Mingfeng would not mind sweeping a fireball if it hit.

This is a downtown area, and these bald-headed outlaws are just ordinary people, and none of them are warriors. Chu Mingfeng naturally does not want to use the skills of cultivators to deal with these people.

Chu Mingfeng kicks him whenever he sees someone.

Bang bang bang...

In an instant, five bald men were kicked out by Chu Mingfeng and fell heavily to the ground, screaming in pain.

Chu Mingfeng was like a butterfly, and more like a sharp knife, stabbing into the team of people, either kicking or killing his hands. It was another encounter, and six more people were knocked down by Chu Mingfeng.

There were still more than a dozen bald-headed people rushing towards Chu Mingfeng like a group of madmen. Chu Mingfeng's feet gently hooked on the ground, and a steel pipe was hooked up by Chu Mingfeng and held tightly in his hand.

Chu Mingfeng moved his finger gently, and the steel pipe rolled up a whirlwind like a magic wand in Chu Mingfeng's hand, and turned rapidly like a propeller of a helicopter.

Suddenly, the steel pipe in Chu Mingfeng's hand suddenly left his hand and rushed into the bald party crowd with a whirlwind.

"Bang bang bang..."

“Ahhhh…”

Five more skinheads fell down.

There were seven or eight left rushing towards Chu Mingfeng.

Seeing the shadows of legs flashing, Chu Mingfeng easily kicked the remaining bald man out.

"This..." Zhao Fuyuan and the middle-aged uncle saw a bald man lying on the ground screaming and howling. Zhao Fuyuan and the middle-aged uncle were so scared that their legs were weak.

I didn't expect that this young man was so powerful.

Some people watching the fun around him saw a bald party lying on the ground, cheering loudly and applauding.

The wonderful scene of Chu Mingfeng's defeat of this group of people just now was also engraved in everyone's hearts. Several people took out their mobile phones and recorded the wonderful scene on the spot.

Chu Mingfeng let go of Huang Shanshan and walked towards Zhao Fuyuan and the middle-aged uncle.

"You...what do you want to do?" Zhao Fuyuan was frightened.

Zhao Fuyuan has always been bullying people, but he didn't expect to kick him on the iron sheet today.

"Skinheads, right? Is the baldheads very amazing? Bring such a group of people to scare me..." Chu Mingfeng rushed to Zhao Fuyuan first and slapped Zhao Fuyuan three loudly.

Slap in the face.

A naked slap in the face.

Zhao Fuyuan was slapped in the face.

Zhao Fuyuan endured the pain and said nothing, for fear that Chu Mingfeng would continue to beat him.

Chu Mingfeng let go of Zhao Fuyuan first and walked towards the middle-aged uncle.

The middle-aged uncle was so scared that he ran away.

"Uncle, where are you running?" Suddenly, Chu Mingfeng had turned into a phantom and came to the middle-aged uncle.

"You...what do you want to do?" The middle-aged uncle felt apprehensive. Even the bald-headed Brother Zhao and Brother Zhao's subordinates were beaten. He knew that he could not escape.

"Uncle, are you not pretending to be a slut in your head? What do you think I'm going to do now? I'm going to beat you up..." Chu Mingfeng said.

"No, don't... don't touch me, I'll give you money, okay? As long as you don't touch me..." said the middle-aged uncle.

"Okay, I know you are very rich, uncle. You must be thinking that you can make the devil push the mill..." Chu Mingfeng smiled, making the middle-aged uncle unable to guess Chu Mingfeng's smile.

The middle-aged uncle's thinking pattern really makes him feel that money can make the devil push. As long as money can solve the problem, it is not a problem. The middle-aged uncle asked the skinhead Zhao Fuyuan to help intercept Chu Mingfeng, which also cost a lot of money. If Chu Mingfeng was beaten down, he would have to invite these twenty skinhead brothers to the nightclub to have fun to the little sister tonight.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm very rich. As long as you don't touch me, I'll give you ten thousand, okay..." said the middle-aged uncle.

"Uncle, you think you are sending a beggar. Ten thousand is not enough to buy a bag for your little lover..." Chu Mingfeng said sarcastically.

"Then how much do you want, you... say the number, as long as I can accept the number you said, I will give it to you." said the middle-aged uncle.

"Okay, I want so much..." Chu Mingfeng raised a finger.

"100,000?" asked the middle-aged uncle. This kid was really a lion's mouth, but the middle-aged uncle could still accept it by 100,000.

"Bang..." Chu Mingfeng's palm swung over and left five clear finger marks on the middle-aged uncle's cheek. Chu Mingfeng said angrily: "Who the hell do you think I am? I just want to send me a hundred thousand yuan. I thought you were very rich."

"You think it's too little to have 100,000, so how much do you want? Do you want one million?" The middle-aged uncle was completely confused. He thought he could accept giving 100,000, but he also felt that he had suffered a great loss. He gave 100,000 for no reason. This duo Nima made people angry.

Unexpectedly, this kid even thought it was too late to think that 100,000 yuan was too late. Isn’t this to make him even more angry?

"You think one million is a lot. I think you are very rich. It turns out that you are just slapping the fat man in the face and have no money at all." Chu Mingfeng slapped the middle-aged uncle again and said.

"How much do you want?" asked the middle-aged uncle.

"I don't want to do too much, I'm not greedy. If you give me ten million, I will let you go, otherwise I will beat you all over the ground..." Chu Mingfeng said.

"What, ten million, you... are you still called greed?" The middle-aged uncle couldn't accept it at all. This kid was called greed. He was completely a real vampire.

He can even take out ten million, but let him give it to others for nothing. This is completely like treating him as a sucker, and he will definitely not accept it.

"Do you give it or not? If you don't give it, I will beat you up immediately..." Chu Mingfeng said.

"If you don't give it, you are extortion." said the middle-aged uncle.

"You can ask the underworld to intercept me, why can't I extort you?" Chu Mingfeng smiled.

After saying that, Chu Mingfeng beat the middle-aged uncle up.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Chu Mingfeng made the middle-aged uncle scream repeatedly.
Chapter completed!