The man in the jacket was kicked to the ground. As he got up, he shouted: "Fuck you, mom."
As soon as the words were spoken, Ye Shaofeng rushed forward again, lifted the man up, held it by the collar with his left hand, and punched the man in the leather jacket's face with the iron fist of his right hand, punching him with a muffled sound.
Within a few punches, the face of the man in the jacket was stained with blood, and his whole face was changed beyond recognition by Ye Shaofeng's iron fist.
The people on the sidelines were shocked and terrified.
I have never seen anyone fight so hard, but I have never seen someone fight so viciously. With bare hands, you can make people's faces look like flowers. This is definitely not something ordinary people can do.
The scalpers also have accomplices, and many of their accomplices came running from all directions from the ticket square when they saw a fight here.
At this time, the man in the leather jacket had fallen to the ground, covering his face with his hands and wailing.
Several accomplices rushed over, pulled him up from the ground, and quickly dragged him away.
Being beaten up here is a shameful thing and will bring disgrace to the gang's face.
In front of me, the five men were not wearing very good clothes. They looked more like migrant workers with a temper. It was obvious that their lives were not very good either.
Of course, if you have a good job and a good life, no one will come here to work as a scalper.
They can make money by their own means, but they cannot bully others here. Those who bully others by means of violence should really be beaten.
"Green mountains are always there, and green waters are always flowing. I dare you to ask me which path my brother is on," the man standing in the middle among the five people said with great pride.
This man was in his thirties and was wearing some old Li-Ning casual clothes. He could tell at a glance that he was the leader of this gang.
This man was quite particular. He gave Ye Shaofeng a hand-over-hand gesture and spoke the language of the world.
Ye Shaofeng looked at the people in front of him disapprovingly and said: "You can sell tickets and make a little money and no one will care about you, but don't bully people.
That old lady over there waited in line for a long time to buy a ticket. That brother of yours just walked up and knocked the old lady out of the queue. Do you think she should be beaten?"
"In our industry, there is no such thing as respecting the old and caring for the young. We just know that we should buy the tickets as soon as possible and then sell them. Don't talk about sympathy for us.
From what I hear with your accent, you're not from our local area, so if you're out of town, you'd better avoid causing trouble for yourself," said the middle-aged man in casual clothes.
The leader of the scalpers was polite to Ye Shaofeng at first, but he didn't know where Ye Shaofeng was coming from.
But now, through dialogue, I know that Ye Shaofeng is not a local, but a nosy.
Therefore, there is no need to worry. If this outsider beats his brother, he will definitely not let him go easily.
"You can take care of yourself," after saying that, Ye Shaofeng turned around and left.
Ye Shaofeng knew that these people in front of him were gangsters from scalpers, and there was no need to reason with these gangsters. They didn't understand reason, they only knew violence.
While he was talking, there were several people who looked like arrogant migrant workers gathered around Ye Shaofeng.
They stared at Ye Shaofeng ferociously. Obviously, these people were scalpers.
"We want to leave, but there is no door. You beat our people and leave just as soon as you say. Where do you want us to show our dignity?
Even if I agree to let you go, my brothers can't agree," the scalper leader said arrogantly.
Ye Shaofeng looked around. At this moment, there were at least twenty people standing around him.
The scalpers in this gang are probably all here...