Ling Shaofeng was so cruel that he directly destroyed Huang Mao.
Everyone gasped when they saw Huang Mao clamping his legs together, covering his lower body with his hands and spinning around in circles like a clown, screaming.
Ling Shaofeng walked over and grabbed Huang Mao's collar in his hand and shouted loudly: "Go back and tell Fatty Luo and the boss of your underworld gang that I, Ling Shaofeng, am not a coward. Don't mess with me again, otherwise you will suffer a terrible end."
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After saying that, Ling Shaofeng loosened his grip, glanced coldly at the scattered young men lying on the ground, and yelled one word: "Get out..."
The younger brothers were finally relieved. When they heard the word "Go", they all scrambled to get up from the ground and ran out of the door as if they had heard the king's pardon order.
Only the boy who had been knocked unconscious was still lying on the ground motionless, with yellow hair, still holding his legs between his legs, spinning around in circles and howling like a fool.
"Come back..." As the boys were running out of the ward door, Ling Shaofeng shouted again. They were frightened, stopped involuntarily, and turned around to look at Ling Shaofeng at a loss.
Ling Shaofeng raised his hand and pointed at the fainted boy on the ground and Huang Mao spinning around over there, and said: "Get these two pieces of trash away from me."
"Yes, yes..." Those younger brothers did not dare to disobey, and one by one they ran over like third grandchildren, lifted up the fainted younger brother, and Huang Mao walked out of the ward tremblingly.
There was already a circle of people watching the excitement at the door of the ward. Some were the patients next door, some were the female nurses at the nurse's station, and there was also a young male doctor in a white coat. However, none of them dared to make a sound.
The male doctor wanted to stop them from fighting out of professional ethics, but when he saw Ling Shaofeng's ruthless face with yellow hair, he was so frightened that he did not dare to move.
After Huang Mao's gang rolled out of the ward like a bunch of clowns, the ward regained its tranquility. Ling Shaofeng clapped his hands and said to the people surrounding the ward: "Haha, everyone has dispersed. I just taught you a lesson."
The dogs are all fine and should be dispersed."
How many dogs have you taught a lesson? After hearing these words, those people looked at each other, how many dogs were they? There were seven or eight tall, fierce underworld men with weapons in their hands, full of tattoos, and in Ling Shaofeng's eyes, they were like
How many dogs are they? It's so easy to say? But they don't think Ling Shaofeng is showing off, because they all saw Ling Shaofeng's strength just now, and his ruthless methods shocked them and impressed them.
One of them, a slightly short middle-aged man wearing a white hospital gown, said to Ling Shaofeng: "Young man, you are so powerful. You defeated those people with three punches and two kicks."
The middle-aged patient showed admiration, but then he suddenly lowered his voice slightly and said: "Young man, although you have taken care of those people, you are going to be in trouble. I recognize those people. They are members of a local underworld gang."
The people who helped were cruel." The middle-aged patient glanced around as he spoke, as if he was afraid of being heard by others. Fortunately, the people watching the excitement gradually dispersed, and then he continued.
: "Young man, to be honest, I sell fruit in the largest fruit market in City D. The protection fee for our market is collected by the Huo Gang. Once, I paid the protection fee a little slowly. Alas, Huo Gang
The people who helped rushed over without saying a word, kicked over my fruit stand, and beat me severely. Those people were so cruel that they beat me until I lay in the hospital bed for a whole month."
The middle-aged man sighed, with fear on his face. When he was about to say something more, two coughs suddenly came from behind him. He quickly stopped talking and turned around to see a man in a white coat, aged 27.
A young male doctor, about eight years old, stood behind him.
"Ahem, bed No. 3, you should go back and get the injection." The male doctor said to the middle-aged patient. The middle-aged patient nodded hurriedly and did not dare to say any more. He turned around and walked into the ward next door.
The ward had given Ling Shaofeng a thumbs up before, as if to say: "Young man, you are so awesome. You were so happy when you beat those people just now. You made me feel bad. It was so cool, so cool."