Seeing how fierce Ye Zihao was, he kicked his boss away. The gangsters at the scene threw away the iron pipes and simply used sharp daggers.
"Fuck him! Kill him!"
"Kill!"
"superior!"
…
I saw these gangsters holding daggers and rushing towards them.
At this time, Ye Zihao's expression was natural, as if he didn't take these people seriously at all.
In an instant, these gangsters rushed forward.
One of the gangsters wanted to express himself, so he charged the hardest and stabbed Ye Zihao directly in the chest.
If stabbed, it would undoubtedly be fatal!
And Ye Zihao stood there, stretched out his left hand like a dragon, and then took advantage of the situation and directly blocked the gangster's hand.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Zihao slapped the man's chest with one palm.
"Bang!"
With a simple move, the man was knocked back a few steps.
The force was so painful that the man vomited a mouthful of black blood on the spot.
"What the hell is his grandma? I'll chop you to death!"
Some gangsters couldn't get enough of it, and then angrily slashed at Ye Zihao's body.
But before his arm could exert any force, Ye Zihao grabbed his knife-holding wrist with one hand and pinched it hard.
"Ouch!"
"Brother... don't pinch! It hurts!"
Suddenly, the gangster screamed on the spot and begged for mercy quickly, as if he was a completely different person than the awesome and coaxing person he was just now.
"Whose grandma did you call a bastard just now?"
Ye Zihao had a cold expression, and after saying that, he pinched hard.
"Yes...it's about me! My grandma is a ball!"
The gangster was in so much pain that he had no choice but to admit it.
"Dude! I feel sad for your grandma! Because she has a grandson like you!"
Say it!
Ye Zihao grabbed the gangster's shoulders and pulled him towards him. He then raised his hard knee and hit the gangster's abdomen directly.
"oh?"
The gangster's mouth was so wide open that he could almost fit an egg into it.
After a moment, he felt his vision go dark and he fell to the ground unconscious.
"It's your uncle! You messed with my brother! I can't spare you!"
A gangster with an excited temper, as if he were Zhao Zilong, the God of War, and his aura was very arrogant.
As a result, before he could take action, Ye Zihao snatched the dagger from his hand, and then holding the dagger, Ye Zihao slashed the gangster's head back and forth several times.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Seeing the sword flash above the gangster's head for a while, the gangster was so frightened that he even peed. He felt the top of his head was cold and numb for a while.
After a while, Ye Zihao put away the dagger.
The gangster's face was so frightened that he looked as if he was overly frightened.
He subconsciously touched his head and found that the trendy hairstyle he had gotten last night had been shaved off all of a sudden.
"Fuck! My... my hair style!"
The gangster cursed loudly, but Ye Zihao said lightly, "The hairstyle you had just now was too ugly. If you shave your head, you can become a monk instead of a gangster!"
Say it!
Ye Zihao stretched out his foot and kicked the gangster away.
In just a few minutes, Ye Zihao defeated three gangsters. Such a fierce scene shocked the gangsters at the scene.
Seeing that his men did not dare to step forward, the tattooed man was so angry that he trembled and scolded them loudly, "Paralysis! Whoever hacks him to death will be rewarded 100,000 yuan!"
As the saying goes: Under a heavy reward, there must be a brave man!
The gangsters who were a little scared just now were so excited when they heard that there was a reward of 100,000 yuan. They were all as excited as if they had been shot.
Just when they were about to rush forward, Ye Zihao suddenly scolded loudly, "Stop! I have something to say!"
Forehead?
Seeing these gangsters stop, their faces were astonished, as if they were curious about what Ye Zihao was going to say.
At this time, Ye Zihao lit a cigarette again, then took a breath and spit it out.
"call!"
"Everyone! Don't be stupid. You have seen my strength just now. Why risk it for a mere 100,000?"
"You can't beat me anyway, how about this! Whoever breaks your boss's hands and feet, I'll give you 200,000 each! Think about it carefully!"
…
Ye Zihao said lightly and said.
"I...we!"
Suddenly, these gangsters hesitated. Even a fool could see that Ye Zihao was a master.
Isn't it worth risking your life for a mere 100,000 yuan?
But if he turns against his boss, not only will he not be injured, but he will also have 200,000 left!
Oh shit!
With 200,000, at most I won’t hang out with him!
These gangsters were not fools either. After weighing the situation, they decided to beat their boss in turn.
Seeing them all turn around with such fierce looks, the tattooed man suddenly panicked.
"What...what do you want to do? Don't...don't mess around!"
The tattooed man was so frightened that he even stuttered when speaking and stared nervously at his men.
"Boss! I'm offended! Give me your left hand!"
"The right hand is mine!"
"Don't argue with me about anything, I'll take care of his left and right legs!"
…
Say it!
These gangsters rushed forward, picked up the iron pipe again, and punched and kicked the tattooed man.
"Ouch!"
"Fuck you! I'm your boss, you...you still fight me?"
"Ri! I told you not to hit me, but the more you hit me, the more fierce you become?"
…
The tattooed man was seen huddled on the ground, holding his head and screaming in pain.
But he knew how to scream, how could these gangsters stop, for fear that his 200,000 yuan would be given to others.
Soon, the tattooed man was beaten so hard that he didn't even recognize his mother. He lay there motionless.
At this time, a gangster asked awkwardly: "Brother! I just broke my boss's right hand, so...when will you give me the 200,000?"
"No rush! I'll give it to you later!"
Ye Zihao smiled, then approached the tattooed man, then stepped on his palm suddenly and said, "Stop pretending to be dead!"
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and immediately, the tattooed man screamed in heartbreaking pain. People who didn't know the truth would think that pigs were being killed here!
"Ouch! Ouch! My hand!"
The tattooed man groaned in pain, but Ye Zihao had no intention of letting go of his feet.
I saw him stepping on his palm and said condescendingly, "Brother! You come to collect protection money, but you don't care who I am? How dare you come to me to collect protection money?"
Say it!
Ye Zihao slightly increased the force on his feet, but the pain caused the tattooed man to quickly beg for mercy.
"Brother!"
"If you have something to say, please don't step on me too hard!"
The tattooed man looked aggrieved. He was in so much pain that he almost fainted on the spot.