Chapter 1020: The Righteousness of the Rivers and Lakes
"Hmph! Even if I, Lu Huimin, am not a star, I will not betray my dignity!"
Lu Huimin cursed angrily.
"fart!"
"You've been fucking disfigured, why are you pretending to be noble? I already look down on you, a bitch!"
The tattooed man cursed angrily.
Immediately, he straightened his back and said in a very arrogant and domineering manner: "His grandma! You are so stupid. In one sentence, do you want to pay the stall fee or not?"
"No!"
Although Lu Huimin is just a weak woman, she is not afraid of criminals at all.
"Yeah? You're not going to give it to me, are you? Come here! Let's smash this place up, come on!!"
The tattooed man had a arrogant look on his face and cursed.
However, at this moment, something flew directly into his mouth.
"I...I'm bah!"
"What the hell is that?"
The tattooed man quickly spit out what was in his mouth. He looked down and saw that the thing he just spit out was a piece of leftover duck neck.
"Oh shit!"
"Who is so fucking unethical? Throw the leftover duck neck over here and come out! I promise not to beat you to death!"
The tattooed man had an angry expression on his face, and then at this moment, as soon as he finished speaking, another duck neck was thrown towards him.
"My day!"
"Throw it away after telling me? His grandma's! Who! Come on and stand up! If I don't beat you until you don't fucking recognize me, I will take your surname!"
The tattooed man cursed angrily.
"What are you yelling about? Your grandpa and I are here!"
Ye Zihao stood up, still holding a cigarette in his mouth, but his face was a little gloomy.
He hates gangsters who bully vulnerable groups, especially women.
In Ye Zihao's words, what kind of man is he who bullies women?
"Oh my! Why are you such a nosy idiot? You want to be a hero and save the beauty? Don't you see how ugly this woman is! You idiot!"
The tattooed man looked angry and cursed.
"Has your mouth eaten shit today? Why do you talk so bad?"
Ye Zihao sneered disapprovingly and said.
"You are the one who eats shit, your whole family eats shit!" The tattooed man was very angry, and then shouted an order to the brothers behind him, "Brothers! Beat this idiot to death!"
Say it!
The gangster behind him wanted to take action.
But before they took the first step, Ye Zihao rushed forward in one stride.
At this time, Ye Zihao grabbed a handful of bamboo sticks, which are most common in snack streets, and stabbed the tattooed man's arm suddenly.
"ah!"
The tattooed man screamed fiercely, and he saw that his arm was tattooed with strips of bamboo sticks.
Blood was visible from the wound, and the tattooed man's entire arm was suddenly stained red.
"Ouch! Ouch! My arm! It hurts...it hurts me so much!"
The tattooed man said with a painful expression.
Immediately, he angrily reprimanded the brother behind him and cursed: "Fuck you! Why are you still...still stunned? Do it quickly? Ouch! My arm!"
"Yes! Brother!"
As a result, after he gave the order, the gangsters at the scene angrily attacked him.
"You brat! You're damn dead!"
A fat man cursed angrily.
"Yeah?"
Ye Zihao sneered, then stepped forward, grabbed the fat man's arm with one hand, then turned around and pushed the fat man with his back.
The next second, he suddenly exerted force and directly threw the fat man who weighed more than 200 kilograms out.
Over the shoulder!
There was a loud noise, and the fat man was knocked unconscious.
"I...go!"
In an instant, all the gangsters who had not yet taken action were scared to death.
You know, even three or four of them couldn't lift the fat man's weight, but this man was lucky enough to throw him over his shoulder.
Simple!
rough!
Violent enough!
As a result, everyone was shocked by his domineering over-the-shoulder throw.
At this time, the tattooed man saw that none of his people dared to do anything, and he was so angry that he started to smoke.
"damn it!"
"If anyone defeats this bastard, I will give him a thousand yuan!"
The tattooed man was almost crazy with anger. He had a group of people, but they couldn't even deal with one man. It would make people laugh if he even told them.
But these gangsters are not stupid. The fat man probably even broke his bones when he fell just now. One thousand yuan is not enough for medical expenses?
The only thing that comes out is to earn a living. Breaking bones for a thousand dollars is such a stupid thing.
As a result, they did not dare to step forward.
"Damn it! One thousand won't work? Two thousand!"
The tattooed man cursed, but still no one dared to step forward.
"Three thousand!"
"four thousand!"
"Five thousand!"
…
Finally, he raised the price to almost 10,000, but no one dared to bid.
This made the tattooed man so angry that he almost vomited blood on the spot.
"damn it!"
"You're not going to take action, are you? I'll do it myself!"
Say it!
The tattooed man endured the pain and then rushed forward angrily.
"I don't know what it means!"
Ye Zihao said with a sneer, and then stepped forward without retreating.
"Go to hell!"
The tattooed man cursed angrily, then with all his strength, he punched Ye Zihao.
At this time, Ye Zihao punched directly, and his fist was directly imprinted with the tattooed man's fist.
"puff!"
The tattooed man suddenly felt a sweet sensation in his throat, and then he spit out a mouthful of black blood.
Immediately, he screamed very fiercely, and he felt the pain in the arm he had just punched out, as if it had been shattered.
As a result, under the huge rebound force, he was directly bounced several meters away by the huge force coming from Ye Yehao's arm.
"Bang!"
I saw his body hit a piece of iron sheet hard, and then the piece of iron sheet was severely deformed by the impact.
"hiss!"
When the others saw this, they secretly took a breath and were stunned with fear.
Nima!
Fortunately, I didn't take action just now. After such a collision, let alone 10,000 medical expenses, even if it is 100,000 medical expenses, it is impossible to cure it?
The other gangsters secretly rejoiced.
When they saw how terrifying Ye Zihao was, they were so frightened that they almost retreated.
"Brother! I...my wife told me to go back to bed! I'll come back when I wake up! You have to hold on!"
"Brother! I...I have a stomachache. I need to go to the bathroom first. I'll be back in an hour!"
"Brother! If there is an afterlife, we will still be good brothers!"
…
As a result, these gangsters ran away without moral integrity, leaving only the tattooed man messy in the wind.
At this moment, he felt the urge to cry, and even his eyes became moist.