"You bastard! It was you who forced me to do this trick!"
At this time, Zhang Ergou was so angry that he looked as ugly as pig liver. Then he immediately took out an extremely sharp dagger from his body, and saw a cold light flashing on the dagger. Zhang Ergou looked at the person in front of him with a fierce look on his face.
Ye Fan scolded: "You bastard! Do you know what a white knife goes in and a red knife comes out?"
At this time, Ye Fan flicked the ash from his cigarette, with a hint of evil in the corner of his mouth, and then said lightly: "I don't know! How about? Can you demonstrate it to me?"
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Zhang Ergou became angry for a while. He clenched the dagger in his hand and glared at Ye Fan with gritted teeth: "Oh? You dare to be arrogant here, right? Today I will let you taste my power first!"
Immediately, the dagger in Zhang Ergou's hand stabbed towards Ye Fan quickly. The speed was so fast that he had already reached Ye Fan in the blink of an eye.
"Haha! Is it interesting to fight and kill?" Ye Fan smiled and asked lightly.
But even though he said this, he was not merciless at all when he took action.
I saw Ye Fan grabbing Zhang Ergou's knife-holding wrist with one hand, and then pinched it hard.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound of fracture, and then Zhang Ergou's right hand holding the dagger broke instantly and fell. Then the dagger in his hand fell directly, and happened to be caught by Ye Fan with one hand.
"Ah...ah!"
In an instant, Zhang Ergou's extremely cruel howling echoed through the sky, and his whole body was so painful that he almost fainted.
"Dog brother!"
When the yellow-haired gangster saw this, he shouted quickly.
Zhang Ergou endured the pain and said sternly: "Why are you still standing there? Come up and save me..."
"Okay...okay!"
The yellow-haired gangster nodded, then took out a dagger from his body, and then rushed forward with murderous intent.
"Another one to die?"
Ye Fan snorted lightly, then he suddenly raised his right foot and kicked it out, hitting the yellow-haired gangster in the middle.
"Ouch!"
The yellow-haired gangster let out a miserable wail, and his body suddenly flew sideways like a cannonball, hitting the wall.
"puff!"
Immediately afterwards, I saw the yellow-haired gangster vomiting a mouthful of blood. His whole body was in pain and he was almost speechless. His body went limp and he fell unconscious.
"hiss--"
When Zhang Ergou saw this, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He never thought that Ye Fan could be so terrifying, kicking someone so far away.
I saw him staring at Ye Fan nervously, constantly guessing in his mind: Who is this kid, and why does he have such strong martial arts?
At this time, Zhang Ergou said in fear: "You...who are you? Why are you so powerful?"
"What's wrong? Brother! Why are you so nervous? Are you scared? Weren't you very arrogant just now?" Ye Fan sneered, looked at Zhang Ergou with a playful expression, and asked.
"You brat! You...don't be too arrogant. I...my eldest brother is Mr. Zhang. If you have some sense, let me go! Otherwise, if Mr. Zhang finds out, he won't let me go."
Pass you!"
Zhang Ergou held on and said, but his legs could not stop trembling.
"I don't care whether you are Mr. Zhang or Mr. Li? You provoked me today! Tough luck for you!"
Finished!
Ye Fan stabbed Zhang Ergou in the thigh with a sharp dagger.