Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 977 977: Panic-Stricken

"I don't care about your own boss. Anyway, I collect money to do things. Who cares about your men and adults, who dares to fight back, who dares to kick me. If you kick me, I'll take your leg off!

This is my territory, you're my dragon, the tiger is my den, if you don't obey, I'll skin you and pull your tendons!

Mr. Ye watched those tattooed arms fiercely charging forward, shaking the liquid in his glass, watching the red whirlpool in the glass appear. He just sighed lightly. He glanced at Manager Li and asked:

"Are you with them?"

"If you don't plan to take care of it, things will happen in the future. You can't afford it."

Originally a bit nervous, but after hearing Ye Fengsheng's voice, Manager Li immediately became very annoyed. He looked coldly at Ye Fengsheng and said, "This is your own business. It has nothing to do with our resort. If you damage the goods, you must compensate at the same price."

Ye Fengsheng smiled and shook his head, looking towards Jing Ya across from him. They both saw the laughter in each other's eyes.

"Ah!"

With a scream, watching the fist hit the back of Mr. Ye's head, Jing Ya didn't even notice the red wine spilling on her clothes, but exclaimed in panic, "Mr. Ye, be careful!"

Mr. Ye casually smiled, slowly and orderly drank the red wine in the glass, and then turned over and brought the glass back.

However, the transparent wine glass was smashed, it unceremoniously contacted the advancing tattooed arm's fist.

"Ah!"

A miserable cry rang out, seeing the wine glass intact, while the tattooed arm held his bloody wrist and screamed.

"Here they come, want to leave?"

Before Mr. Ye's voice had even fallen, it turned cold, he grabbed the tall glass in his hand and drew a parabola in the air, smashing it steadily on the tattooed arm's forehead.

For a moment, fragments flew across the ground without warning, the flower wiped out fell to the ground, unconscious.

"This..."

The charging tattooed arms were immediately stunned, halting their advance.

Where had they seen such a thing, casually throwing a glass to knock someone out?

Are you kidding me? Do you think you're filming a movie?

"Fight, what are you doing here!"

Zhuo Zi ignored so many things. He watched dozens of his men stop their actions at such a critical moment. He immediately shouted, "I got hit by him, and you haven't started yet?"

He hadn't seen the scene just now. He had driven away the one called Zeng Jin. When he turned around, the fainted tattooed arm was hidden behind the crowd. Where could he see it? That's why he angrily shouted: "Do you want more money? Can't you decide how to make a fortune in the future? Dare I do business again?"

When I heard this, I knew that Zhuo Zi was really angry. Since that gang broke up, he played a role in helping his brothers make a living. He was angry, unwilling to introduce business for himself. Wasn't there oil and water?

Thinking of this, a tattooed arm looked at each other, rushing together, his dozen or so people, still afraid of such a thin arm and leg boy?

"Get him!"

I don't know who shouted, then everyone's eyes burst with a desire for money.

However, the next moment, a chill flew from their feet to the zenith, prompting them to conditionally stop.

I saw the tattooed arm flying to the front being casually slapped by Mr. Ye's voice, followed by a massive sway, flying backwards in mid-air, knocking down four or five people behind, and falling heavily on the ground in the end, blood dripping from his mouth.

Look at those who were hit by it, also curled up on the ground, wailing, screaming, rolling in pain.

Without exception, at least one arm or leg would twist at a strange angle.

Just like touching magic, rubbing the edge ball, then breaking arms and legs?

This incredible picture, like summer snow, made everyone's heartbeat stop, scalp numb.

"Who is this?!"

Seeing this, Zhuo Zi was shocked in his spot. Then he realized, staring at his bodyguard who once said, that sick-looking person was very fierce. At the time, he didn't even notice. He thought these bodyguard tales were fake. Now that he really encountered them, he realized they were tough nuts.

"Damn it, you're mine, today I'm cutting off one of your legs!"

Zhuo Zi spit fiercely, angrily said: "What are we still waiting for? Wait for me to take the lead! Don't break his leg for me!"

The tattooed flower didn't move its arm.

They're not fools, clustered in the assembly, how can they not have some insight, originally as a commoner, now when they encounter him, they know this person is not easily provoked, and rising as a fool to fight is not bravery but complete stupidity!

"Put your hands on it! I will!"

"What are you doing here, like a block of wood? No money!"

Zhuo Zi just felt the veins in his temple twitching constantly: "Damn it, do you want to rebel?"

"Zhuge, this target is not easy to mess with, forget it."

Someone turned around, spoke out in a discussing tone.

"Get lost!"

Zhuo Zi cursed loudly, infuriated. "I got beaten up like this. Can you tell me how to settle it?" How to calculate? Brother got hurt by him. Just leave? Do you still want your face?!"

"But we're not his match," the discussing member shouted. "We met and just laid down five people. Even if we take them down, a few thousand US Dollars aren't enough to plaster them, let's just forget about it."

"Go get your horse!"

Zhuo Zi felt his brain was about to explode, intense pain in his lower abdomen deprived him of reason: "You can't beat those imitators!" Damn it! They're not imitating! Can he stop the knife?"

"Imitate him! I'll take full responsibility!"

The words made those confronted tattooed arms shake, a hint of ferocity flashing in their eyes.

That is, walking this gray path was quite humiliating. Moreover, Zhuo Zi also said he was responsible, so even if this person got cut to death, it wouldn't have any association with them.

Thinking so, a few habitual hands immediately pulled out several daggers from the back pockets of their pants, there were also those who pulled out a thigh knife along the loose jeans with their elbows.

Looking at this, they were clearly always prepared, but no one was willing to step up to accept responsibility, hence reluctant to move these Kaifeng people.

After all, once these things are moved, the matter grows big. Someone has to bear the responsibility, adding some people.

Jin Ya wouldn't worry about Ye Fengsheng. At least after seeing the battle between Ye Fengsheng and Jiuzheng Palace Immortal, there's no way a few knives could pose as dangerous.

At this moment, her bright eyes were fixed on Manager Li in front of her, dangerous light flickering in her beautiful eyes.

Even though this wasn't the Lu Family, she didn't intend to let this self-righteous Manager Li, who broke the pot, fall through.

Conversely, Manager Li didn't dare to look at Jing Ya's eyes at all. He only felt scalp tingling, goosebumps erupting one after another.

Letting the dagger cutting towards his cheek, Mr. Ye lightly raised his hand, his middle finger and forefinger lightly flicked in mid-air. The silver large knife that followed was shocked by a force appearing from the sky. After spinning several times in mid-air, it rapidly turned into a silver canopy, lost in public view.

"If you want my leg, take care of yourself first."