The short-haired young man punched out, and Ye Han stood motionless as expected, his expression calm as usual, and there was even a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.
Although the punch of the short-haired young man was fast and fierce, in his eyes, it was like a slow motion. The trajectory of the punch was clearly discernible, and the bombardment power that could break bricks and rocks was completely useless to him.
Doesn't pose any threat.
"A mayfly shakes a tree, and you don't overestimate your own capabilities!" Ye Han chuckled. When the fist of the short-haired young man was about to hit his chest, he puffed out his chest and faced the fist.
The short-haired young man saw that he was so supportive, and his heart trembled. He knew that he must have someone to rely on, so he gritted his teeth. The punch that originally used only 70% of the force suddenly increased to 100%.
He didn't believe that Ye Han could withstand this blow that he put all his strength into.
"Bang!"
The fast and heavy fists hit Ye Han firmly on the chest, making a dull sound. Everyone at the scene opened their eyes wide and looked nervously at Ye Han and the young man with a short hair.
The imagined situation of Ye Han being knocked away by a punch did not appear. Ye Han stood there like an iron pillar deeply embedded in the ground, not even moving, and even the expression on his face seemed to be absent.
There have been changes, but if you observe carefully, you can find that there is a bit of sympathy in his eyes when looking at the young man with a short hair, and the mocking smile at the corner of his mouth is a bit wider than before.
The short-haired young man was also looking at Ye Han, but there was indescribable shock and pain in his eyes. The corners of his mouth and eyes were twitching, and even his whole body seemed to be trembling slightly, clearly trying to endure it.
What are you wearing?
"If you are in pain, you can scream out. I won't laugh at you!" Ye Han suddenly laughed and asked with a smile: "How is it? Do you want to continue beating?"
The short-haired young man took a deep breath and slowly retracted his fist. As if he didn't want others to see the expression on his face, he lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "No need. I... lost!"
As soon as he said this, Brother Bao and others immediately became commotion and started making noises. They couldn't understand. Brother Hui punched Ye Han. Even if he didn't knock him down, he still had nothing to do with losing, right? One punch.
If you don't fall down, you can still throw the second punch. If you don't fall down with the second punch, you can still throw the third punch... How can you admit defeat like this?
"Shut up!" The noise of Brother Bao and others obviously angered the young man with a square hair. He turned around and shouted, which immediately shocked Brother Bao and others.
The short-haired young man was obviously a man of his word. Since he had admitted defeat, he immediately asked Brother Bao and others to come over and apologize to Ye Han, and made them swear not to collect "protection money" from the students of No. 1 Middle School in the future.
", and finally said to Ye Han: "Wait a moment, I will go to the bank opposite to withdraw money for you!"
"Okay." Ye Han nodded with a smile and watched him walk quickly to the ATM lobby of a Hua Xia Bank opposite.
The short-haired young man moved very quickly, hurried away, and hurried back. It only took a few minutes to stand in front of Ye Han again, handed Ye Han the thick stack of banknotes in his hand, and said in a serious voice.
: "This is 10,000 yuan, please click it."
"No, I believe you." Ye Han did not accept the money, winked at Ye Zhuang who was already dumbfounded, and shouted: "Ye Zhuang, come here and collect the money!"
"Ah? Oh..." Ye Zhuang walked over in three steps and took a stack of banknotes from the young man with a short hair. He took the banknotes and touched them as if he couldn't believe it. Only then did he confirm that they were not
Dreaming.
Damn it, I used to have one or two yuan of pocket money in my pocket, with at most dozens of yuan in it. Now what I have in my hand is a full ten thousand yuan! And this money was earned by Ye Han. With his own
What’s my relationship with him? Isn’t his money mine? Hehe, from now on I’ll go to Internet cafes, attend classes, buy snacks, and comics, and I won’t have to worry about money anymore!
Ye Zhuang took the money, grinned stupidly, and felt so happy that he wanted to cry.
"My name is Ge Tenghui, and I teach at Fengyun Martial Arts School in this city." The short-haired young man announced his home address, then took a deep look at Ye Han, clasped his fists and asked, "I haven't asked you for your surname yet... please..."
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to take revenge on you, I just want to discuss with you again if I have the opportunity in the future.”
In the past, Ye Han was a master of cultivation who was all over the world and was fearless. How could he take Ge Tenghui, who had only practiced kung fu for a few years, in his eyes? Hearing this, he smiled and said: "My name is Ye Han, a student in the first middle school.
Do you remember?"
Ge Tenghui nodded and said: "Remember. Ye Han, I am convinced that I lost to you this time, but I will practice hard when I go back and I will definitely defeat you! Farewell!" As he said this, he cupped his hands at Ye Han again and nodded.
He turned around and left without looking back.
Brother Bao and others glanced at Ye Han with complicated expressions, and followed Ge Tenghui away like a bereaved dog.
"Yeah! Got rich! Got rich!" When Ge Tenghui and others walked away, Ye Zhuang jumped up excitedly, waved a stack of banknotes in his hand, and laughed: "Ten thousand yuan! Ten thousand yuan! Ye Han
, with these ten thousand yuan, we can do whatever we want in the future!"
Ye Han lazily stretched out a hand and said: "Give me half of the money first, and I'm going to buy some things. You can keep the rest for yourself, and you can buy whatever you want."
Without saying a word, Ye Zhuang immediately gave more than half of the money to Ye Han, leaving only a small part for himself. "Hehe" he said with a smile: "I didn't spend much of the money last time, just keep a little. It's still the same.
In other words, if you have spent all the money in your hand, come back and ask me for it!"
In Ye Zhuang's view, although he has a lot of money on hand now, it was all earned by Ye Han. If he can spend some money, he will be considered a profit, and he cannot really spend it lavishly.
There was a quarrel here with Brother Bao and others. It was already getting late. They were afraid of being scolded when they returned home, so they put the money away and walked quickly home.
Halfway through, Ye Zhuang asked why Ge Tenghui only punched Ye Han before surrendering. Ye Han just smiled mysteriously and did not explain anything. Ye Zhuang was thinking about how to spend the money he had in the future, and he didn't know.
If asked, it would be fine if Ye Han wins anyway.
…………
"Brother Hui, I don't understand why you gave up after you punched that kid?" Brother Bao followed Ge Tenghui closely on the other road. He endured it for a while, but finally couldn't help but ask.
He asked several times in succession. Ge Tenghui suddenly stopped, turned around, raised his drooping right fist and stretched it out in front of him. He smiled coldly and said, "Look at my fist. If I hit him again,
A few punches and it will be useless!"
Under the bright street light, Ge Tenghui's fist stretched out from his cuff, his whole arm was still trembling slightly, and there was actually some blood on the end of his fist.
Brother Bao looked at his fist and couldn't help but froze, muttering: "This...this..."
"This is the result of my punching Ye Han." Ge Tenghui laughed at himself and said: "It's funny that before I took action, I was so conceited that I could knock Ye Han away with one punch. Who knew I was wrong? I was so wrong.
Outrageous! Haha, do you know what it felt like when I punched him? Well, it was like hitting a steel plate... My fist can break bricks, but if it hits the steel plate, I will be the unlucky one.
The fist. If I hadn't reacted quickly and withdrew some strength in time, the bones of this right fist would have been shattered."
He glanced at Brother Bao and the others mockingly, and then said: "That Ye Han is young, but he is a real person without showing his face. His strength is more than eight blocks away from me, so I advise you not to provoke him in the future.
, otherwise you will die in an ugly way!"
Ye Han's body is as hard as a steel plate?
Looking at Ge Tenghui's bleeding fist, Brother Bao couldn't believe it, and he didn't dare not believe it. He swallowed a few times with difficulty and asked cautiously: "Then... can Mr. Ge beat him?"
Ge Tenghui's eyes widened and he said angrily: "My father must not know about this matter. He is a hateful person. If he knew that I helped you gangsters to beat people, he would be surprised if he didn't break my legs! Liu Bao,
Don’t blame me for not warning you in advance. If my dad knows what happened tonight, I..."
"I know! I know! Brother Hui, don't worry. I'll let what happened tonight rot in my stomach and I won't tell you even to death!" He then turned to the dozen or so boys following him and said, "Did you all hear that tonight?
If anyone dares to tell anyone about this matter, don’t blame me, Brother Bao, for being ruthless!”
The younger brothers were all submissive and nodding their heads.