With these people supporting him, the madam was immediately confident. She changed her flattery just now and cursed as a shrew and said, "Ye Fan, they are them, these unsightly bastards, drive away all the guests.
He ran away and beat our girl.”
Fan Ye, also the owner of this jiyuan, has thugs of fifty or sixty under his command.
Fan Ye's eyebrows were twisted into the character "Chuan", and there seemed to be frost hanging on his eyebrows. The air conditioner said: "What do you mean by brothers? Fan seems to have never had any holidays with the Scythe Gang. If there is anything, I'll draw it out.
Come on."
Dong Lei looked at the thugs beside Mr. Fan, and was secretly surprised. It seemed that today's battle was not easy to fight. But since it reached this point, he also tried his best. It was a knife to stretch his head, and a knife to shrink his head. Whose face
Didn’t he have eyes, nose and mouth on him, nor did his butt not grow on his face?
Besides, I still have more than a hundred good brothers, and I am still afraid of him?!
Dong Lei smiled and pointed to the place under his feet: "From today, this venue is covered by the sickle. The protection fee is the same as other venues, with a monthly net profit of 10%."
Yizheng?! Fan Ye's brows frowned even more. With such a big scene, the monthly income is naturally amazing. He actually wanted to take 10% away for no reason. It's really a toad yawning - a big tone
.
Mr. Fan snorted with a bad look and said heavily: "You outsiders don't need to be, we will naturally take care of our territory."
Dong Lei: "You will make it difficult for me to do this. If other bosses know, what would they say? Will they all learn from you and not pay money?"
Mr. Fan exhaled like white frost and said coldly: "It seems that it is difficult for us to reach a new agreement. Less gossip, let's see the real tricks. If you can beat our brothers, don't say 10%
, I agree with 20% to 30%. But if you can't beat us..."
Dong Lei: "How is it?"
Fan Ye: "Leave your hands and feet."
"It depends on whether you have the ability," Dong Lei turned his head and smiled at the sky, "Brothers, work harder. As long as we take this janitor, we won't have to spend money on finding women in the future."
"Yes, yes." The gangsters from the Scythe Gang cheered, as if there were already ten or eight beautiful women who had taken off and waited on the bed.
Dong Lei's words were like a few vines that made Fan Ye's face burn. Fan Ye's face turned red and white, and finally couldn't help but burst out: "Brothers, let me die, if you beat me to death, I'll be my
.”
With a command, more than fifty men rushed over with shouts, and the disciples of the Scythe Gang also raised the wooden sticks in their hands. In a blink of an eye, two people and horses fought together.
Because it was daytime, there were many people participating in the war on both sides. In order not to make a big deal, neither Fan Ye nor Dong Lei used swords, and the weapons were basically dominated by wooden sticks. Even so, the atmosphere on the battlefield was not relaxed at all.
If you pay attention, you may be beaten down by the other party's stick. They are all men with big arms and round waists, not soft and boneless women. If you stick one stick, it is no different from a knife. It can be red, swollen, bruised, and severely damaged, and will not be cured.
Hundreds of people in front of us fought each other, and the sound of brokenness and screams were intertwined. Human nature was completely destroyed here, and people waved their weapons like crazy, hitting their own kind. The soldiers fought fiercely, and they were the generals.
How can it be inferior?
Fan Ye and Dong Lei were already ready and approaching slowly.
The distance between both sides reached the attack range. Dong Lei moved first, and his slow body suddenly shot at Fan Ye. He leaned forward, lifted his legs, and squeezed Fan Ye's lower abdomen hard.
Fan Ye showed a smile on his face. This trick was his usual use and his favorite trick.
He turned his body slightly, dodged Dong Lei's knees, stretched out his palm, and slashed his neck with the bottom of his palm. Dong Lei knew it was not good when he saw Fan Ye avoiding his blow, but saw the other party's palm slash
Come, try your best to press down. Although he responded quickly, Fan Ye's palm did not hit his vital neck, but hit his mouth.
Dong Lei yelled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and there were three white teeth on the ground. Dong Lei shook his hair back, stared at Fan Ye with blood all over his mouth.
Mr. Fan also secretly complained that the other party responded too quickly and did not let his full force hit the key point.
Dong Lei dared not underestimate the enemy. The pain in his mouth made him really become a real Dong Lei. He shouted and swung his fist at the other party. Fan Ye grabbed the punch with his palm, feeling the pain in the tiger's mouth, but he didn't hurry.
Thinking about it carefully, he grabbed his wrist with his palm, and when Dong Lei was stunned, Fan Ye punched him in the face with his other hand.
This punch made Dong Lei confused and fell to the ground. Just as he was about to get up, Fan Ye pressed his knees against his chest. Fan Ye half-squatted down and hit Dong Lei's face like raindrops.
Dong Lei was no match for Fan Ye. He was almost beaten to death by the latter. The disciples of the Scythe Gang shouted Brother Dong and rushed over with red eyes.
Two fists are hard to match four hands, and a tiger cannot resist many wolves. No matter how powerful Fan Ye is, he dares not fight with more than ten people at the same time. He has no choice but to give up and withdraw.
After retreating, he didn't laugh at him: "Brothers, look, this is the so-called No. 1 gang in Qiushui Town. It's really embarrassing to our town. Come on, let's teach these ignorant bastards a lesson."
The thugs shouted, and the sticks in their hands were swinging faster.
Outside the yard, Li Dafeng, Fenghua and Liu Xuefeng were watching the battlefield with great interest.
Li Dafeng looked at it and shook his head: "This Dong Lei is really disappointing. So many people were beaten around by such a few people."
Fenghua took over the conversation: "This Fan Ye is not simple, and the thugs he raises have also undergone special training, and they are definitely not comparable to ordinary gangsters."
Liu Xuefeng looked into the head and asked, "Do we want to do it now?"
Fenghua rushes to Li Dafeng and says, "Wait for a while, until the last moment, we'd better not interfere."
Li Dafeng was impatient and wanted to rush forward to a big battle. After hearing what Fenghua said, he could only choose to endure and watch the fire from the other side of the river.
About one word (about five minutes), the Scythe Gang began to show signs of defeat. At first, only some people fled from the battlefield, and finally developed into five or six at a time. Once the escape occurred, it was as difficult to stop like a flood that opened the gate.
Fenghua shook his head like a rattle and murmured, "I really don't understand how such a rough man understands Brother Fan's scheming. Could it be that there are really experts behind him to give advice."
He took a breath, looked at Li Dafeng and Fenghua left and right and said, "Brothers, it's time for us to do it. But remember, now we are not from the Mo Sect, but disciples of the Scythe Gang."
He didn't want to save Dong Lei. He not only understood the truth that he could not support the mud on the wall, but also understood it very well. However, Brother Fan had an order, so he could not ignore it.
Li Dafeng curled his lips and took out a black mask from his pocket: "Huazi, you are so nagging. OK OK, I understand."
Fenghua and Liu Xuefeng also imitated Li Dafeng and put on a mask. Seeing that the hall masters were preparing to take action, more than 20 Black Tiger Halls were also covered with black silk scarves.
Although they were still laughing and joking just now, they looked like they hadn't grown up. After wearing the mask, a murderous intent suddenly spread.
Li Dafeng smiled evilly, picked up the bench under his butt, and took two steps at a time, two steps at a time.
When the confrontation between Fan and Dong Lei was in a stalemate, he suddenly heard a chaos behind him. Fan and Xu turned around and saw more than 20 masked people gathered in front of the gate of Jiyuan. Although their clothes were different,
, but the strong murderous aura on his body is the same.
Mr. Fan was shocked and became dumbfounded on the spot. He was stunned for a moment and said intimidatingly that the Scythe Gang was still ambushing.
He was just trying to make his brothers be careful, but then he thought it was wrong. If there were reinforcements from the Scythe Gang, why bother masking and joining the battle group openly. But if the other party is not from the Scythe Gang, who are they?!
He asked subconsciously, "Brother, who are you?"
The masked man in the lead was a fat man with a fat man holding a bench in his hand. The fat man swung the bench and threw the bench hard at a thug: "I'm from the Scythe Gang."
As soon as the thug finished speaking, the thug screamed and the bench blossomed on his back.
It was indeed a member of the Scythe Gang! When someone heard this, Grandpa Fan didn't think too much. He thought to himself, you want to die, don't blame me. He shouted at his subordinates: "Brothers, come on for me."
Fenghua, who was following Li Dafeng, walked over swayingly from front of Fan Ye.
After entering the gate, he turned around, a fire flashed in his sharp eyes, and he shouted in a low voice: "Get in!"
As he said, he rushed forward with the many Black Tiger cousins behind him, and met Fan Ye's thugs in a tide.
The thugs thought that the more than 20 masked men were really from the Scythe Gang and did not take them seriously. A young man with a twenties took a few steps forward carelessly and shouted: "You are here to die."
of"
Before he could finish his words, Liu Xuefeng stepped forward, with no sword in his hand, and he directly grabbed his neck. The garlic-headed young man's face changed drastically. He had never seen a body technique, and had a move so fast.
He hurriedly swallowed the following words back into his stomach, covered his head with his hands, and retreated with his hair. He wanted to run away, but Liu Xuefeng would not give him a chance to escape, and he grabbed the garlic-nosed young man's waist and turned around.
The young man with garlic head nose screamed strangely, his body rose from the ground, rushed forward nearly one meter away, and fell directly to the foot of the stairs.
Seeing this, the brothers of the Momen became even more powerful. Without anyone to speak, twenty brothers all stepped forward and fought with Fan Ye’s thugs. With the addition of these elites, the scene quickly became one-sided.
Situation. Li Dafeng, Liu Xuefeng and Fenghua are all first-class experts, and the twenty brothers from the Black Tiger Hall were also carefully selected. They were like black whirlwinds, and the thugs passed by were everywhere.
He was knocked down to the ground and could never get up again.
Dong Lei and dozens of Scythe Gang disciples were stunned. Who are these people? Why do they help themselves? Why are their combat power so strong?!