Seeing that these people were about to rob the supplies that the refugees had not easily collected, Sister Yang could no longer bear it and immediately shouted loudly,
"Even if we live here and must depend on the Wang family, the share you set is too high. If all the supplies are taken away by you, how can I and the rest of the people survive?"
When Zhou Biao heard this, he waved his hand with a smile, asking the younger brothers to step back one after another. Then he touched his chin and smiled maliciously at Sister Yang,
"Then what are you going to do?"
Sister Yang swallowed her anger and said, "Why don't we hand over half of this month's share first, and wait until next month..."
"Haha, this is against the rules."
Zhou Biao smiled and glanced at Sister Yang's rising and falling chest. There was a sneer in his eyes, but he deliberately pretended to be embarrassed, "I am just a small character who works for the Wang family. How can I be qualified?"
Make this kind of decision unless..."
Having said this, Zhou Biao showed an even more vulgar smile, licked his plump lips, and continued, "I think it's better to do this. Sister Yang, it's not easy for you to live with so much waste, so why not follow me?"
From now on, your business is my business, and I promise you that I will never force you to pay for supplies in the future."
"Don't even think about it!"
Sister Yang looked ashamed and annoyed, glaring at Zhou Biao's sinister face, she was so disgusted that she almost vomited.
"Since you don't want to, there's nothing to say. Brothers, why are you still standing there? If these people don't give it to you, won't you take it yourself?"
Zhou Biao's expression suddenly turned cold, and the evil spirit on his face returned to his original state.
The next second, a dozen boys looked like hungry wolves, pounced on these unarmed refugees again, and began to rob them randomly.
"Stop, you are going too far!"
Seeing this, Sister Yang could no longer hold back her anger. She immediately reached for her lower back and took out a very delicate short knife.
Her spiritual talent was very strong. Although she had not completely evolved, her skills were not comparable to ordinary people. With a flash of cold light, the short sword was unsheathed and she quickly stopped in front of one of them.
However, since Zhou Biao dared to bring this group of boys over to "collect accounts", he was naturally no longer an ordinary person. Before Sister Yang could rush to stop him, he suddenly took a step forward, reaching a height of over 1.8 meters.
, coupled with the explosive muscles all over the body, creating a strong visual shock, he coldly stood in front of Sister Yang and said,
"I advise you not to do stupid things. You must know that the Wang family is standing behind me. Resisting me is equivalent to going against the Wang family. Are you really mentally prepared?"
"you……"
Sister Yang was stunned again, her face suddenly full of confusion.
It is extremely difficult for her to lead these refugees to survive to this day. If she offends the Wang family again at this time, I am afraid that real disaster will soon come.
However, just when Zhou Biao thought he had frightened Sister Yang and was about to lead his men to snatch supplies unscrupulously, a rather disdainful sneer came from the corner of the shelter.
"The Wang family's dogs are indeed more arrogant than the other, which shows how domineering their owners are at ordinary times."
"Who's talking nonsense?"
Zhou Biao's face darkened, and the muscles on his face suddenly twitched. He immediately shifted his gaze and glared fiercely in the direction of the sneer. He saw a thin young man with a calm face, leaning lazily in the corner.
, looking at himself with a rather playful look.
"What kind of background do you have, how dare you speak rudely in front of me!"
Zhou Biao took out the machete behind him, roared angrily, and walked toward the opponent menacingly.
Sister Yang's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly shouted, "Meng Fan, don't talk nonsense, you can't offend the Wang family..."
"Why can't you offend?"
Meng Fan smiled and ignored Sister Yang's frightened face. Instead, he slowly stretched his arms, stood up expressionlessly, looked at Zhou Biao who was striding towards him, and showed a faint smile.
In Meng Fan's view, Zhou Biao's attitude of pretending to be powerful and bullying others was just like a mangy dog showing off in front of a lion, it was so ridiculous.
As for the bright machete, it was even more ridiculous in his eyes.
At Meng Fan's stage, let alone an ordinary machete, even if the other party brought out two large-caliber pistols, he would still not notice anything.
"Boy, what did you just say? Who did you call a dog?"
Zhou Biao did not see the joking in Meng Fan's eyes. Instead, he showed an even more vicious expression, wishing that his eyes would bulge out.
Meng Fan said indifferently, "I've made it so obvious, why can't you hear me? Are you deaf?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhou Biao became furious. He moved his arm, and the sword whizzed with a strong wind, pointing directly at Meng Fan's forehead, "You brat, you are looking for death!"
Zhou Biao was so angry that he didn't expect that there were still people in this world who dared to ignore the Wang family in front of them and scolded him as a dog!
Although he is indeed a dog raised by the Wang family, this dog is not an ordinary mangy dog, but a Tibetan mastiff that may kill people at any time.
At least that's what Zhou Biao thinks in his heart. He is strong and powerful, and he also gained quite good evolutionary talents based on his experience of fighting with others before the end of the world.
With one strike, even rocks can be cut through!
Of course, Meng Fan is no longer a stone. Although he has a very high level of evolution, he cannot escape the limitations of flesh and blood.
Therefore, in the eyes of others, as long as this sword hits successfully, Meng Fan will definitely die.
However, just when the machete was about to hit Meng Fan's head with a hurricane force, and just when everyone was mourning for Meng Fan in their hearts and feeling that he was almost dead, an accident happened.
There was a flash of cold light, and a long black sword appeared in Meng Fan's hand without anyone noticing, but the young man did nothing but waved his hand gently and symbolically blocked it.
Bang!
With the harsh sound of metal friction, the machete swung by Zhou Biao hovered less than five centimeters away from Meng Fan's head. The blade still maintained a downward slashing posture, but it could not advance another half minute.
"Boy, you're quite strong, let's see how long you can last!"
Zhou Biao was stunned for a moment and looked at the black long knife in Meng Fan's hand, then a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
His machete is specially made. It is not only hard in texture, but also weighs more than ten kilograms. Coupled with Zhou Biao's powerful muscles, it is full of explosive power and impact.
Looking at Meng Fan again, he was thin and thin, half a head shorter than Zhou Biao. Standing in front of the muscular Zhou Biao, he was as weak as a bean sprout.
Zhou Biao was confident that within a few seconds, Meng Fan would withdraw his sword due to exhaustion. At that time, his machete would be able to drive straight in and completely chop off this guy's brain!
However, the sound of metal friction suddenly became sharp, as if something was being torn apart by force. Zhou Biao's face darkened again, and he hurriedly lowered his head to look at the joint of the blade. Then he was horrified to find that his weapon was actually in
The long knife was torn apart little by little, and a ferocious gap appeared.