The man took a puff of cigarette, then blew a puff of smoke into Zhuo Yifan's face and said, "My boss wants to see you."
"Who is your boss?" Zhuo Yifan twitched the corners of his lips and fanned the smoke floating in front of him, without the slightest hint of impatience.
"Humph, my boss wants to see you, why are you talking so much nonsense! Come with me, otherwise, believe it or not, I will make you lame first." The man said with a look of disdain.
Zhuo Yifan's eyes showed a bit of interest. He looked at the man and was not at all frightened by the man's words.
On the contrary, Zhuo Yifan blinked and said, "Believe it or not, if you dare to talk nonsense to me again, I will let you eat your cigarette."
"Is it just you, a country bumpkin?" Huang Mao spat, "I originally wanted you to meet our boss with all your hands and feet, but you toasted yourself and didn't eat the fine wine, so you can't blame us."
Then with a wave of his hand, many gangsters like this yellow-haired man appeared around him, all of them smiled evilly and looked at Zhuo Yifan as if he were a plaything.
"Oh, you are well prepared." Zhuo Yifan smiled and got off the bicycle. Although it is a worthless item, if it is damaged, it will not be easy to explain to that guy Shi Zhenxiang.
"Tch, doesn't that mean our boss thinks highly of you?" The yellow-haired boy was also surprised at first as to why his boss sent so many people, and even asked about it. Unexpectedly, his boss even scolded him for a while, knowing that this guy was here today.
If someone is thrown so far away on the basketball court, naturally he doesn't dare to underestimate him.
But when he saw Zhuo Yifan dressed in rustic clothes, like a farmer from the 1970s entering the city, he also lowered his guard. People dressed like this were nothing more than barbarians from the mountains and villages, with no strength at all.
Can't afford to make too many waves.
Xiao Huangmao also pretended to be fierce, clenching his fists and shouting and shouting beside Zhuo Yifan, wanting to be like the people fighting on TV. Little did he know that he was like a clown in Zhuo Yifan's eyes.
The other gangsters were also eager to get closer to Zhuo Yifan, all smiling in extremely obscene ways.
Zhuo Yifan patted his tunic and then stood there motionless.
Huang Mao thought that Zhuo Yifan was frightened, so he jumped over with a sneer and punched Zhuo Yifan on the right side of his face. Everyone thought that Zhuo Yifan would definitely be beaten so hard that his teeth would fly out and his nose would bleed, because Huang Mao
Although Mao was not a great fighter, he had been around for many years and his fists were very hard.
However, when Zhuo Yifan sneered, everyone felt a chill on their backs. Huang Mao also felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't take his fist back, so he could only punch it out.
"You are not overestimating your own capabilities!" Zhuo Yifan snorted coldly and turned his head away at the critical moment. Huang Mao's fist was empty, and he immediately felt a chill in his heart.
Zhuo Yifan ducked out of the way and brought out his fist. The punches were not as fancy as Huang Mao's, but he used real skills. Only the sound of breaking through the air was heard, and Huang Mao was like a kite with a broken string.
flew out.
"Bang!"
The sound of flesh hitting the floor made the gangsters surrounding Zhuo Yifan turn pale, and looked at Huang Mao who fell to the ground with great surprise.
Huang Mao is also a relatively powerful character among them. Everyone thought that this person was going to suffer under Huang Mao's fist. How come the roles were changed in the blink of an eye?
This punch knocked someone away. How powerful must it be?