Seeing his companion being pinched so hard that he rolled his eyes, the other gangsters became anxious. Another gangster with yellow hair rushed up with a steel pipe. He immediately wanted to slap Ye Yangjian. When Ye Yangjian saw the steel pipe, he came towards him.
Come on, grab Huang Mao's wrist with one hand. With a slight twist of your right hand, Huang Mao's wrist is dislocated with a "click". The best fighting skills of the Field Army Special Agent Company are throat locking and bone removal.
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"...Oh..." Huang Mao screamed, and the steel pipe in his hand fell weakly to the ground. Ye Yangjian still grabbed his wrist with his right hand, and kicked Huang Mao in the face.
At this time, Ye Yangjian had a sense of consciousness and knew that he had returned to society. For ordinary people, he should not be too harsh. If he beat people to death or maimed them, he would be in trouble, so he did not kick Huang Mao's knees. Otherwise he would
This time he stepped up, Huang Mao's leg was afraid that he would not be able to save it, and the meniscus was shattered in the end...
"Ouch~~~~" Huang Mao received a kick from Ye Yangjian, and immediately howled and curled up on the ground like a prawn, twisting his body in pain, and felt a burning pain coming from his abdomen.
It's like being burned with a soldering iron.
Ye Yangjian threw Huang Mao's wrist away, while his other hand still pinched the neck of the gangster wearing a vest, and strode towards the next bald gangster. Although Ye Yangjian drank a lot of wine, he still had no strength.
He grasped it well, and maintained a certain amount of strength with his left hand, until the little gangster in the vest was wandering between suffocation and not suffocation. No matter how hard he kicked and hit, he could not do anything to Ye Yangjian's big iron-like hands. He struggled fiercely.
Ye Yangjian put a little more force on his hands and remained motionless. Ye Yangjian would also give him some time to breathe. The little gangster in the vest was desperate. He didn't know what the person in front of him was pinching him.
What kind of character is he? Why are you so cruel? It is impossible for people on the road to do such things. Your life is now in the hands of this person. Don't struggle! You feel as if you are about to suffocate. Just struggle.
He felt like he was suffocating, his mind was getting confused, and his mind was now completely blank.
He didn't know that Ye Yangjian's throat-locking technique was a special method used by 177 Sentries to extract confessions, but it slowly deprived the enemy's brain of oxygen, and if it lasted longer, it might cause brain death. In the words of Uncle Benshan
That is: "A new vegetative person is about to be born"...torture, this is both mental and physical torture.
Seeing Ye Yangjian, who was tall and powerful, driving in front of him like a bulldozer, the bald gangster was so frightened that he lost his soul. The machete in his hand was weakly raised, but it couldn't be cut down for a long time. Ye Yangjian was unambiguous.
, grabbed the machete and threw it back at the food stall stall. The machete plunged deeply into the chopping board. Ye Yangjian said to the third aunt without looking back. "Juanzi, put the knife away!"
Save it for cutting the watermelon later!" He didn't embarrass the bald guy. He put a little force on his shoulder and knocked his bald head far away. The bald head rolled around on the ground and sat down on the ground. He was in shock and kept touching himself with his hands.
chest. At the moment when he was fighting Yeyang Fitness just now, he felt like he was hit by a garbage truck...
Ye Yangjian strode back to his seat, and sat back down again, still holding the little gangster in the vest...
"You dare to act wild in my place, and you dare to hit me with a wine bottle? I will punish you now!" Ye Yangjian looked at the little gangster with his left hand who had given up resistance and was about to lose consciousness. He shook his head and loosened his fingers.
He poured a glass of cold beer on his face and said with a grin.
The little gangster who was released by Ye Yangjian was awakened by a glass of cold beer. As soon as he felt that the iron clamp on his neck was no longer there, he immediately bulged his eyes and gasped for air, feeling like the air was being sucked into his lungs.
It was so beautiful. If it weren't for the wrong time, he would have wanted to stand up immediately and recite a few ancient poems loudly to praise the air and the beautiful life.
Ye Yangjian looked at the young gangster on the ground gasping for air. Inexplicably, he thought of the first time he practiced in the army. In order to feel the strength, wasn't he also treated like this by a veteran...
"I'm telling you now! I'm not a master who can't be ignored. You've made a mistake, and I'm going to punish you now. I'll give you two choices, one is to accept it, the other is not to accept it! You choose one." Ye Yang
Jian looked at the gangsters in front of him and said loudly.
"What if we accept it? What if we don't accept it? You figure out the way..." One of the gangsters followed the motto of "the enemy will never be defeated", suppressing the feeling of guilt and still speaking in an arrogant tone. It was just his voice.
It sounds like a mosquito is flying over, and there is no confidence...
"Okay! I like you, just ask if you don't understand. Very good." Ye Yangjian said with a smile. The little gangsters also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as we can talk, everything can be discussed, but the following words will be left to the little gangsters
I can't laugh anymore.
"It's best if you accept the punishment obediently. If you don't accept it, then I will force you to accept it! I have already answered your questions, now you choose one!..." Ye Yang Jianha took a cigarette and smiled noncommittally.
He said, but that smiling face looked a bit ferocious and terrifying.
"Damn it, which way is this big brother from? How can he be so cruel..." the bald gangster shouted without tears...
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We have to say that Ye Yangjian has been educated by the military for many years. And he does not have any excessive bad habits, and he is not the type to ignore others. He is helping a yellow-haired gangster with a dislocated wrist to reattach his wrist.
Finally, Ye Yangjian's punishment for these people was to clean... clean the entire night market...
The business in every street in the community is very good. Even if everyone keeps abiding by the three guarantees at the door, after the night market is over every night, the floor is still a mess. Therefore, the salary of the sanitation and sweeping lady in this community is much higher than that in other communities. Yeyang
Jian grew up in this community and is very affectionate towards this old community with more than 3,000 households and a population of nearly 20,000. He has cherished every flower, tree, grass and tree here since he was a child, so he punished this old community.
A few gangsters helped clean up...
First, he sent his third uncle, who was almost drunk, back to rest, and borrowed a table and some chairs from his third aunt. Ye Yangjian took a few gangsters who had voluntarily accepted punishment and found a slightly secluded place to sit.
Come down and wait for the night market to end...
The third aunt was still taking care of the business. Juanzi looked at Ye Yangjian, the director of the kindergarten, sitting in the corner with a bunch of gangsters. She was really happy. She took the time to bring a pot of barley tea and a few cups.
Dishes of boiled peanuts, edamame and other snacks were given to them to pass the time. Several gangsters immediately expressed their gratitude to Juanzi, patting their chests and promising that if anyone dared to cause trouble in the future, they would definitely step forward and stab him... Juan
When I heard this, I burst into tears of joy. I thought to myself that just now these people were clamoring to smash up their own stall, but in the next moment they were trying to protect their stall from being smashed by others. That one was slapped in the mouth by him.
The little gangster even asked her if her hand hurt... It's rare to see such funny things in this world...
The gangsters have their own gangster character, and they admire Ye Yangjian very much. Although the big brother with the scar on his face in front of them did something very dirty just now, the actions Ye Yangjian showed after that were very in line with the appetite of the gangsters.
.The gangsters have a lot of time every day. Since they have accepted the punishment, they can wait for the night market to end with peace of mind. As the saying goes, tobacco and alcohol do not separate families, after Ye Yangjian handed out a Ares cigarette to each of them,
The atmosphere became more lively. Several people lit up cigarettes and started chatting about nothing.
"...What's your surname, brother?" Huang Mao asked first after smoking.
"...My surname is Ye..." Ye Yangjian answered politely, not rejecting or despising the other person because he had just beaten him, or because of his identity. On the contrary, he treated everyone who was willing to communicate with him sincerely.
This has a lot to do with the education he received since he was a child. Ye Yangjian’s missing grandfather, Ye Zhijun, taught him from a young age that he must treat everyone with enough respect, even those he doesn’t like. This has also become a
Nowadays, Ye Yangjian’s good popularity and strong communication skills are an important guarantee.
"Ye? Ye Ye's Ye? Dig~ There are very few people with the surname of eldest brother. The Ye family are all great people. For example, well, for example, that Ye Gucheng, and that Wing Chun master Ip Man, they must be the eldest brother's ancestors! No wonder
The eldest brother is so skilled~ It turns out he is from a martial arts family!..." Huang Mao had nothing to say and flattered Ye Yangjian. In fact, he also wanted to know more about Ye Yangjian because he felt that Ye Yangjian
This person was special, and he couldn't explain exactly what was special about him. His companions had the same idea.
"Sorry, my surname is not Ye Ye, my surname is Ye Ye..." Ye Yangjian scratched his head and said with a smile, a very humble smile, and the evil and violent smile just now are completely two extremes.
"Ah! Hehe, I'm sorry~ I'm sorry~ I made a mistake~ I made a mistake~ Dig~ Brother, your surname is even rarer. Could it be that you are the eldest son of some legendary family?..." The bald gangster quickly came out to smooth things over. In his heart
Secretly scolding Huang Mao for flattering him, he's so good...
"Well, you are right. There are not many people with my surname. But I know a lot of them, because all the men in our family are named Ye. I am indeed the only son in the family. But I am not a young man at all..." Ordinary Ye Yang
Jian speaks very sincerely, and even seems to have a little humility. This is also the shadow left by his grandfather on him.
Ye Zhijun is very quiet, as quiet as a pool of clear water, deep and comfortable. In his spare time, he likes to raise fish and plant flowers. He is polite when talking to people and dealing with others, which makes people feel very comfortable and respectful. In the eyes of outsiders, he is a lethargic person.
A respected elder. Only occasionally, a gleam of wisdom would shine in the old man's eyes. However, Ye Wenzhong preferred to call him an old fox. He even mentioned it often in front of Ye Yangjian.
Ye Wenzhong was completely different from his father. He had a fiery personality, was resolute, and unruly. When he was in the army, Ye Wentian and Ye Yangjian chatted and once commented that Ye Wenzhong was one of those people who "brings bricks when fishing"
Category 1. It means that if the fish doesn’t take the bait for three minutes while fishing, he will immediately throw a brick down to vent his anger...
As the only man of this generation in the Ye family, Ye Yangjian seems to have half the personality of his grandfather Ye Zhijun and his father Ye Wenzhong... His uncle Ye Wentian always thought that the name Ye Yangjian was well chosen and very pictographic.
.The night and the sun are absolute contradictions, but they are perfectly integrated in him. A word question can be understood as (both) or (fried)... Who knows that contradictions are always relative, who said night
There can't be a sun. It's 12 o'clock in the middle of the night in China. The United States is eating lunch. When people's vision is broad enough and rises to a certain height, then all the contradictions in the world will no longer exist...