The man took a puff of cigarette, then blew a puff of smoke into Zhuo Yifan's face and said, "My boss wants to see you. (Novel Network)"
"Who is your boss?" Zhuo Yifan twitched his lips and fanned the smoke floating in front of him.
"Humph, my boss wants to see you, why are you talking so much nonsense! Come with me, otherwise, believe it or not, I will make you lame first." The man said with a look of disdain.
Zhuo Yifan's eyes showed a bit of interest. He looked at the man and was not at all frightened by the man's words.
On the contrary, Zhuo Yifan blinked and said, "Believe it or not, if you dare to talk nonsense to me again, I will let you eat your cigarette." [
"Is it just you, a country bumpkin?" Huang Mao spat, "I originally wanted you to meet our boss with all your hands and feet, but you toasted yourself and didn't eat the fine wine, so you can't blame us."
Then with a wave of his hand, many gangsters like this yellow-haired man appeared around him, all of them smiled evilly and looked at Zhuo Yifan as if he were a plaything.
"Oh, you're well prepared." Zhuo Yifan smiled and got off the bicycle. Although it is a worthless item, it would be hard to explain to that guy Shi Zhenxiang if it gets damaged.
"Tch, doesn't that mean our boss thinks highly of you?" The yellow-haired boy was also surprised at first as to why his boss sent so many people, and asked about it. Unexpectedly, his boss even scolded him for a while, knowing that this guy Today on the basketball court, I threw someone far away. Naturally, I didn't dare to underestimate him.
But when he saw Zhuo Yifan dressed in rustic clothes, like a farmer from the 1970s entering the city, he also lowered his guard. People dressed like this were just barbarians from the mountains and villages with no strength. Can't afford to make too many waves.
Xiao Huangmao pretended to be fierce, clenching his fists and shouting loudly beside Zhuo Yifan, wanting to be like those fighting on TV. Little did he know that he was like a clown in Zhuo Yifan's eyes.
The other gangsters were also eager to get closer to Zhuo Yifan, all smiling in extremely obscene ways.
Zhuo Yifan patted his tunic and stood there motionless.
Huang Mao thought that Zhuo Yifan was frightened, so he jumped over with a sneer and punched Zhuo Yifan on the right side of his face. Everyone thought that Zhuo Yifan would definitely be beaten so hard that his teeth would fly out and his nose would bleed, because Huang Mao Although Mao was not a great fighter, he had been around for many years and his fists were very hard.
However, when Zhuo Yifan sneered, everyone felt a chill on their backs. Huang Mao also felt that something was wrong, but he could no longer take his fist back, so he had no choice but to punch it out.
"You are not overestimating your own capabilities!" Zhuo Yifan snorted coldly and turned his head away at the critical moment. Huang Mao's fist was empty, and he immediately felt a chill in his heart.
Zhuo Yifan turned around and brought out his fist. The second punch was not as fancy as Huang Mao's, but he used real skills. Only the sound of breaking through the air was heard, and Huang Mao was like a kite with a broken string. flew out.
"Bang!"
The sound of flesh hitting the floor made the gangsters surrounding Zhuo Yifan turn pale, and they were surprised when they saw Huang Mao lying on the ground.
Huang Mao is also a relatively powerful character among them. Everyone thought that this person was going to suffer under Huang Mao's fist. How come the roles were changed in the blink of an eye?
