Seeing this, the other shirtless man spun around and kicked Ye Jiaoyang. He was very confident in his move.
Ye Jiaoyang simply held the ankle he kicked out with the hand holding the briefcase, and lifted it up with force!
Plop! The martial artist fell down, his hands and feet were injured, and he was even more embarrassed.
"Surround it up!"
"Kill him!"
"Ping'an Martial Arts School does not tolerate Xiaoxiao's arrogance!"
Dozens of shirtless men, under the call of the leader, suddenly surrounded Ye Jiaoyang.
"Everyone, don't get me wrong. I'm here to collect debts. I'm really not here to fight." Ye Jiaoyang shook the briefcase in his hand, "There are documents proving the debts of your Ping An Martial Arts School. You don't seem to be here.
The way of hospitality.”
"Stop talking nonsense, beat him down and throw him out!"
"Yes, let's talk about it after you finish it."
Are you being reasonable? People are talking about fists to you!
Ye Jiaoyang was helpless: "Hey, I am really a civilized person."
Dozens of people surrounded him, each showing off their skills. The circle became tighter and tighter, creating a great sense of oppression.
An ordinary master-level martial artist would probably be stunned.
Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, why should a tiger be afraid of a pack of wolves?
"superior!"
At the command, several shirtless men in the front row all punched Ye Jiaoyang together!
"Hey, my briefcase!" Ye Jiaoyang suddenly threw the briefcase upward.
Then his movements changed, dong dong dong!
The fists and kicks were flying, and everyone who was hit seemed to be hit by a train, flying out in all directions, screaming in agony.
With Ye Jiaoyang as the center of the circle, twelve shirtless men fell down! And they were radiating.
Ye Jiaoyang easily caught the fallen briefcase and looked around: "Uh, sorry, maybe I was too heavy handed."
The dozens of shirtless people in the outer circle took a breath of cold air!
Only they themselves know best. Those in the circle are all the elites among them!
The people in the inner circle were treated in such a mess, and those in the outer circle were given away for free!
Ye Jiaoyang carried his briefcase without any scruples and walked to the steps: "Everyone, I am indeed here to collect the bill. Call out those of you who can take charge."
"Collect the bill? Okay! You beat so many of us, how do you settle the bill?" A young man in his thirties, wearing a martial arts uniform and quite powerful, walked out slowly.
"Big brother! This guy hit one of our people!"
"Elder brother, you have to teach him a lesson! This guy is too powerful."
This senior senior brother came to Ye Jiaoyang in a hurry, looked him up and down, clasped his fists and said: "Everything in the world cannot be explained in one word. I am Xue Mingliang of Ping'an Martial Arts School. Who is my friend?"
"Su Family Building Materials, Ye Jiaoyang."
"Oh?" Xue Mingliang frowned and looked at Ye Jiaoyang again. He was also beating a drum in his heart. The strength Ye Jiaoyang showed just now was so shocking. "It turns out to be Mr. Ye. What kind of account is it?"
Ye Jiaoyang took out copies of relevant documents and handed them to Xue Mingliang: "Mr. Xue, these are the accounts from three years ago. Please take a look."
Xue Mingliang took it, and there was a sudden sound of brakes outside the martial arts hall!
Xue Mingliang knew that his people had arrived, he laughed, chirped a few times, tore the documents in his hand into pieces and threw them into the air: "Okay! Ye Jiaoyang, I admire your courage, but I despise your brain! Dare to come under the banner of Wumeng
He beat someone at the Ping An Martial Arts School, and even if you kneel down and confess your guilt now, no one can save you."
Footsteps sounded, and twenty people in black training clothes came in, all wearing turbans, holding red and white sticks more than two feet long in their hands. They walked briskly, and after they came in with a huff, they automatically formed a circle, surrounding Xue Mingliang.
and Ye Jiaoyang surrounded in the center.
Xue Mingliang himself has reached the peak of the master level. The thugs he summoned are professional thugs well-trained by the Martial Arts League and are good at joining forces to attack. Each of them has a master level. In addition to the bonus of joint skills,
Under such circumstances, even the masters at the pinnacle of the Grandmaster level would find it difficult to escape from their hands.
Xue Mingliang raised his hands to the man in black and said, "Uncle An, thank you for coming to the rescue."
Uncle An laughed and said, "Mingming, the little brats in the outer hall are busy anyway, so it's just time for them to come out and practice their skills."
He pointed in the direction of Ye Jiaoyang: "Break the limbs first, and then interrogate slowly."
As he spoke, he withdrew and signaled Xue Mingliang in the circle to come out.
"Don't leave!" Ye Jiaoyang shouted coldly, and in a flash, he arrived behind Xue Mingliang and kicked Xue Mingliang's right leg off.
"Ah?" Xue Mingliang never imagined that Ye Jiaoyang, after being surrounded by the disciples of the Martial Alliance's outer hall, would have such courage and dare to maim him!
He screamed and fell to the ground. Someone immediately came to help him and dragged him out of the circle.
Master An stared at Ye Jiaoyang coldly: "Young boys, let's get started."
The shirtless men who were practicing martial arts in the yard just now stood as far away as possible, but they were very concerned about the fighting in the circle and even talked in low voices.
"The man named Ye is indeed a ruthless person, but he will definitely be in bad luck if he meets the foreigner."
"That's for sure! Even if we, the curator, wanted to break out of the siege of the outer hall, it would be impossible."
"What a pity for such a good man. He must have disappeared from the world again, hey!"
"You broke our senior brother's leg. Do you think he can die so easily?"
"It's also Senior Brother's method..."
Ye Jiaoyang shouted loudly: "I'll say it again, I'm here to collect the debt! But you are so bullying, I can only be forced to take action!"
Uncle An laughed: "Yes, you go ahead and take action! Don't be stunned."
Ye Jiaoyang said sternly: "You are so reckless, my account will be increased. It was 15 million before, but now it is at least 20 million! Otherwise, I will come to collect the account every day!"
Uncle An nodded leisurely: "Yeah, 20 million, not much. You can discuss it with these bastards, haha."
"Ho! Ho ho!" The well-trained outer disciples in black uniformly shouted twice, and the battle began!
Uncle An, who was watching the situation on the field, stood up suddenly: "Huh?"
Ye Jiaoyang just charged and knocked down three people. After opening the gap, he suddenly rushed back. As he entered and exited, he knocked down six more people with screams!
At this time, Ye Jiaoyang already had two red and white sticks in his hands, and he chased after the black-clad outer disciples!
Yes, it was a chase! They were supposed to be surrounded and killed, but within two minutes, the situation turned into Ye Jiaoyang being chased!
Bang bang, puff puff, ouch, wow...
"Is this Uncle An? I have discussed this with them." When Ye Jiaoyang stopped, all twenty of the outer disciples had fallen to the ground in various postures!
Ye Jiaoyang threw away the red and white stick in his hand and picked up his briefcase: "They agreed to let me collect the bill."
Uncle An, Xue Mingliang, and other martial arts disciples were all in shock: How is this possible!? He actually took care of these well-trained outer disciples so easily?
"Well, this Mr. Ye, I have something to say, I have something to say." Master An's heart was shaking, he put on a smile, and his voice couldn't stop trembling.