Chapter: 1865

Scarface waved his hand, and the group of masked gangsters really stopped beating.

Brother Xiong said: "The sixth master said that if you can't pay the protection fee, you can use someone to offset it."

Tonight, go to Liu Ye's Zuihua Building after washing the vain.

Song Qianqian took a deep breath: "Brother Xiong, you guys are hard to beat..."

Scarface became impatient: "Don't agree? Then continue to smash it for me."

The group of masked men in black continued to beat up.

Song Qianqian finally couldn't stand it any longer, and roared in anger, "Stop!"

Stop it all for me, I promise Liu Ye, can't I promise Liu Ye?

Scarface smiled contentedly.

He waved his hand: "Okay, stop and follow me!"

At ten o'clock tonight, if you don't see your figure in Zuihualou, you should know the consequences better than anyone else!

Scarface led people to leave.

Stop, did I let you go?

A thick and cold voice suddenly sounded in the silent bar.

Um?

Scarface and others stopped one after another and followed the reputation.

After discovering Ye Wudao, Scar's face was full of displeasure: "Damn, how come there are still people!"

Song Qianqian's face changed horribly, she rushed to Ye Wudao's side and pushed him out.

Please go out, my bar is closed.

Brother Xiong, don't pay attention to him. He is my guest here. I don't know how high the sky is.

However, Song Qianqian, a female class, can't push Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao stood there, motionless.

Song Qianqian was anxious and whispered, "If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Ye Wudao glared at Song Qianqian, and the murderous intention was complete.

Song Qianqian was immediately stunned by Ye Wudao's eyes and shivered all over.

My God, what kind of existence is this man.

His eyes were as terrifying as the devil!

Song Qianqian swore that she had never seen such terrifying eyes since she was a child.

Scarface looked at Ye Wudao with a sneer, hitting the ground with a baseball bat and making a crisp sound: "Boy, what you just said, I didn't hear it clearly."

Ye Wudao: "I said, I won't let you go, you can't go!"

Ho ho!

Scarface smiled: "I see, your kid wants to play a hero to save the beauty. Then of course I have to fulfill you."

You two, abolish him, and join us at the Wangji BBQ stall later.

okay!

The two strong men next to Scarface, dragging the baseball bat on the ground, walked towards Ye Wudao.

Stop, stop me! Song Qianqian became anxious, and subconsciously stood in front of Ye Wudao: "He's just an innocent guest, don't make things difficult for him."

If you do this again, I will not agree to your conditions.

The two strong men smiled coldly: "Mother, you protect him like this, it means that there must be adultery between the two of you."

You dare to move the woman the sixth master likes, so you're impatient.

Song Qianqian, get out of the way. Don't blame us for accidentally hurting you.

Song Qianqian still stretched out her arms and protected Ye Wudao: "You really misunderstood him, I really don't know him..."

Second Olympic!

Seeing that Song Qianqian couldn't avoid getting out of the way, the two strong men were so angry that they threw their baseball bats and smashed them on Song Qianqian's head.

what!

Song Qianqian was frightened when she looked at the baseball bat with a thick adult arm, and subconsciously reached out to block it.

At the same time, Ye Wudao also shot...

Of course, to deal with these two little guys, Ye Wudao is not worth his own shot at all.

He just released a burst of energy at will and slammed into the two strong men.

boom!

After a dull sonic boom, the two strong men were blown away by Qi Jin on the spot.

The power of this vigor is not weaker than that of a high-speed car.

The two strong men were hit and swept through everything, and finally they were firmly embedded in the wall, unable to move.

Scarface just turned around, and before he had time to walk out of the door, he heard a muffled sound behind him, like an explosion.

Immediately, they shivered with fright, and quickly turned around to look. JrNovels.com