Du Renliang screamed in pain, blood was drawn from the corners of his mouth, and his face was in pain as if it was on fire.
"Brother Biao, what are you doing? We are gentle people and we pay attention to persuading others with virtue in everything. Why did you do it?" Ye Fan pretended to look serious and said reproachfully.
"Brother Fan taught you the right lesson, what should the little one do?" Sangbiao nodded respectfully and bowed, not daring to express any dissatisfaction.
"In addition to persuading others with virtue, we must also treat them with courtesy...Didn't Du Renliang order so many cactus? We should have regular contacts..."
After saying that, Ye Fan casually grabbed a pot of cactus and threw it at Du Renliang.
"Whoosh!"
The cactus seemed to be equipped with a positioning system, and it hit Du Renliang's crotch.
"Ouch!"
Du Renliang screamed in pain and jumped up on the spot. The next second, he subconsciously reached out and covered his lower body.
As a result, his hand was directly pricked by the sharp thorns. The pain caused him to throw away his hands quickly and screamed for a while.
"Ouch... Ouch! So... it hurts... it hurts... it hurts me so much... ahh!"
Ye Fan grinned, as if he understood the righteousness well, "Brother Biao, we young people must practice martial ethics and repay evil with kindness! If someone gives me a car of cactus, I will also give him a car of cactus!!"
"Brother Fan is a scholar and his speaking skills are very high!" Sang Biao gave a thumbs up and praised him.
"Where is it?! I only have a junior high school diploma!"
"Wow! You have such a high level of speaking skills even if you have a junior high school diploma? Brother Fan is indeed a talented person, please give me some applause!"
Sang Biao tried his best to flatter Ye Fan and took the lead in applauding.
Du Renliang was not angry at all. He was so angry that he cursed: "I...I am injured like this, and you are still in the mood to joke? Have you considered my feelings?"
"Oh? If you don't tell me, I almost forgot... there are so many cactus, how can we just throw one? Brother Biao, ask the brothers to throw the cactus! Whoever hits it will be rewarded!" Ye
Fan said rather playfully.
"Oh! Brother Fan really understands the hearts of my brothers. To be honest, when I was a child, I often threw broken glass windows at my neighbors. My neighbors called me a sniper expert!"
Sang Biao looked ready to make a move, obviously trying to please Mark.
Then, he gave an order and shouted loudly: "Brothers! Pick up your cactus and smash this garbage to death!"
"Yes! Brother Biao!"
The gangsters at the scene responded in unison, as excited as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood.
Then, they picked up pots of cactus and stared at Du Renliang fiercely.
"You...what do you want to do? Don't...don't throw the prickly pear. Throwing so many prickly pears at you, but...they can kill people."
Du Renliang was so frightened that he lost his mind and collapsed on the ground on the spot, staring at them with a panic look on his face.
But Sangbiao did not let him go, and took the lead in shouting: "Brothers!! Listen to my command! One! Two! Three!... Throw it!"
As a result, he gave an order, and dozens of cactus flew out like cannonballs and flew towards Du Renliang.
"No...no!!"
Du Renliang was so frightened that he screamed out loud. His legs were so frightened that he had no strength to escape.
"Ah...ah! Help...help!"
In an instant, Du Renliang's screams like a slaughtered pig rang out in the empty warehouse. This chapter has been completed!