Mad Son-in-law

"Who is this? It's a big tone. I haven't been passive with a finger in 30 years. Let me see, do you have two noses and three mouths?"

Seeing that both parties in the shop were about to do something, three more people came in outside the door.

The speaker, combed his head, black vest, and twiddled two big iron beads in his hand. As soon as he entered, he hurriedly smiled at Wang Jie and nodded.

Wang Jie said: "I'll leave it to you!"

After that, I found a table and sat down again, and said to Zhang Dabiao: "You all sit down, let Brother Fei solve it, let's drink tea."

The people around looked at the three people who came in with a silly look. The two people behind each were holding a baseball bat, and they knew immediately that this person was not a good stubborn.

"Hey, who is this person!"

"I haven't seen it, it's not our street!"

"It's estimated that it was a smashing place. Have you heard that? We are a bit messy in Yuncheng recently! It is said that Fan Xiaolin is dead, and the guy named Qi Huan died yesterday!"

"Who cares about him? Three people dare to hit the scene? A joke!"

Zhuang Bifan turned his head and saw three people came. He couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Damn, I was shocked. I thought that the countdown was a long time, and the Lord Yan is here. There are only three people." After that, he turned his head and looked at him. The headed humanity: "Are you the kind of teasing monkey invited?"

"Respect!" The man behind pointed at Zhuang Bifan with a baseball bat and said, "That's how you talked to our Fei brother?"

"Brother Fei? Where's Brother Fei, I thought you were Superman! Take a stick and pretend to be me!" Zhuang Bifan picked up a glass of white wine from the table and poured it on this man's face!

The two guys with the sticks suddenly became angry, and they were about to start their work with the sticks!

But twenty or thirty people behind Zhuang Bifan, unwilling to show weakness, scolded and prepared to fight!

"Don't worry, talk first. Didn't Liu Ye say it? We have to change it later. It is impolite to not move at all. Pay attention to courtesy first and then soldier!" The little guy smiled at Zhuang Bifan and said, "What kind of property manager are you? The one my brother is angry about?" The guy looked back at Wang Jie.

Zhuang Bifan laughed and said: "Yeah, it turns out that it was your brother. I thought you were in charge of him, and you are a pair of scumbags. The countdown is a long time, and there is another sack. Why, use sack to influence me? Haha, that’s right, it’s me, I’m the property manager here, you can call that, or you can call Brother Zhuang! What is it? What do you do to Brother Zhuang?"

"Brother Zhuang?" Cuntou gave a thumbs-up, and said solemnly: "Zhuang Bifan, pretending to be a criminal, as the name suggests. In this way, you said that no one dared to move a finger for more than 30 years?"

"Yes, it's me!" Zhuang Bifan sneered: "Why, do you want to make gestures with me?"

A grim smile appeared at the corner of the mouth of this little guy, and suddenly he stepped forward and strangled Zhuang Bifan's arm, and yelled, "Close your eyes for kids with children!"

After speaking, just listen to the snap!

Zhuang Bifan's hand was pressed on the table, and the iron ball the size of a duck-egg was smashed down!

"puff!"

The belly of the finger was cracked, and blood was splashing on the desktop!

"what!"

Zhuang Bifan let out a heartbreaking scream!

Because it was too **** and violent, the women around all screamed!

More than 20 people under Zhuang Bifan started smashing as soon as they saw this man. But at this moment, there was a sudden hoopla outside, and dozens of sturdy men came in, and the aura instantly reversed.

Two brothers holding baseball bats yelled, "Without diamonds and no porcelain work, you dare to stab a few pieces of scraps! Whoever dares to move, let me put them down!"

The inch-headed guy pressed Zhuang Bifan on the table with his elbows, held his arm with one hand, and held an iron ball in the other, yelling: "It's because no one has beaten you for thirty years, that makes you live like a dog! Today I will take care of you for your parents, and let you know that this tender grass is afraid of frost and the sun, and the wicked have their own wicked ones. The society is not your laozi! Pretend to be a big one with me, you are still a little tender! "

"Papa......"

After another three times, the black iron **** were all dyed red, and Zhuang Bifan twitched all over in pain. Struggling desperately, I can't get my arm out in a daze! Except for the thumb, all four fingers of the right hand were smashed, and blood dripped down the tabletop to the ground!

Everyone was dumbfounded. These people are all neighbourhoods in the commercial street. They usually have to pay the ‘shares’ that they pay once a month. How can anyone dare to say nothing to Zhuang Bifan. Just a few days ago, the snack bar at the end of the street was not paid for due to poor business, and the shop was smashed by this group of people. Today, someone finally cleaned him...

"What are you guys doing? Hit!" The old woman saw that the momentum was wrong, and spittingly instigated her and Zhuang Bifan's people: "Let's add up a lot of people, afraid of a ball? Your manager Zhuang could be injured. Anyway, besides, I can't swallow this breath, just hit it here, just make it sparse..."

A group of people were ready to move, but no one dared to be presumptuous, because a discerning person knew at a glance that later this group of people was on the road, in other words, they just ate this bowl of rice. As for this group of guys in uniforms who claim to be property, bullying and bullying the common people are fine, which is nothing compared to this group of "professional hooligans."

"Stinky lady, everyone else closed their mouths. Why are you so happy?" A man holding a baseball bat went straight to the old woman, popped up with two mouths, and raised the one on the table. For the spice jar, pour a bottle of vinegar into your mouth.

The woman whimpered, grabbed and bit, screaming "Help," but her husband, who was on the side, shrank into a ball in fright, leaning in the corner and dared not say anything.

This kind of person is soft and bullying. He dared to kill his own brother, but compared to his own, he immediately learned from his grandson!

Zhuang Bifan lay on the table and looked up at the people in the room. He already knew that he had been planted. The pretentious pride had long since disappeared.

"Brother, don't mess it up, I'll take it, what do you call it?"

Cuntou smiled and said: "The nameless boy, Huang Fei, who is talking about **** and illegal illegality, is me."

"Huang...Huang...Huang Fei?" Zhuang Bifan was dumbfounded when he heard it, and stammered: "Are you Fei on the road?"

"Don't, you're polite, in your words, there is so much Brother Fei, isn't this Cloud City all your Zhuang's site!" Huang Fei continued to spin two iron balls, the blood stains on them were still wet.

"Brother Fei, misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding, I have eyes but don't know Taishan!" Zhuang Bifan tremblingly said, "I will pay you no, I don't know that this man is your little brother! If I know, I will say nothing. Don't dare to scold him..."

"Snapped!"

The two iron **** smashed down again, and the last thumb of the right hand was also smashed away!

"Ah! I take it, give me a break!" Zhuang Bifan screamed.

Huang Fei said coldly: "I said it was my brother, why don't you have a long memory? If I remember correctly, this street seems to be the ground of thirteen wolves. You collect money here. That means you should be familiar with the people of Thirteen Wolves! Now I tell you, your people will not show up on this street in the future, because my brother doesn't like this way of making money. We do not take any shares. The money is over, you thirteen wolves still collect a fart! Today, I will let you go and tell Morey to rest my heart and live for a few days. We will repay Boss Fan’s hatred. Isn’t Qi Huan dead? He is coming down. You old dogs of Thirteen Wolf, we will stew one by one into a hot pot..."

"Yes, yes, I remember, I won't take any money, and never come again!" Zhuang Bifan was sweating, and his soul was lost in fear.

"Go!" Huang Fei let go, and Zhuang Bifan lay directly on the ground. His subordinates came and helped him several times before he got up and climbed out on the ground.

Du Yueping and the old lady fled after seeing the people they were relying on. Huang Fei beckoned, "Wait a minute, don't you think you should do something?"

"Brother Fei...Brother Fei? We...we...we didn't provoke you? This is my...my brother's personal affair!" Du Yueping saw that Zhuang Bifan's hands had turned into five pufans, and his whole body was trembling with fright: " Please raise your hands high!"

Huang Fei said coldly: "I can't control the personal affairs between you and your brother, but you ran into my brother and you smashed the food at their table. Do you think it's appropriate to just leave?"