With Long Xiangtian's angry curse, everyone's attention was attracted, but Long Xiangtian didn't care at all. He didn't take this group of minions seriously. Facing their angry eyes, he was not afraid at all. He kicked over a table and the table flew up and hit someone on the head.
"Ouch... My head." The second brother immediately fell to the ground, covering his head with both hands. He felt a warm current flowing, and looked at his palms, which were full of blood. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
The blond frowned, walked through the crowd and stood in front of Long Xiangtian, glaring at him: "You are really looking for death, I won't bother you, are you itching for trouble?"
As soon as the yellow-haired man finished speaking, he raised the machete in his hand high and chopped down at Long Xiangtian's head.
Long Xiangtian sneered and suddenly reached out to grab the yellow-haired man's hand, with the blade stopping steadily one foot away from his head. As Long Xiangtian exerted force with his five fingers, the yellow-haired man cried out "Ouch" and his body bent in pain. He couldn't break free from Long Xiangtian's grip with both hands no matter how hard he tried.
"Look... Nima, kill him... kill him."
At the yellow-haired man's command, the younger brothers raised their machetes and rushed towards Long Xiangtian. At this moment, Long Xiangtian uttered three words: "Ye Qiushan."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, even the yellow-haired man was stunned for a moment, with a question mark on his face, obviously he didn't know the name of the Fifth Master. The yellow-haired man roared: "You are really playing tricks on me, chop him to death."
The knives in the hands of the second brothers were about to chop down, but Long Xiangtian shook his head and sighed, saying: "You don't even know the name of Fifth Master, but you still pretend to be Fifth Master and bully the market."
"Wait..." The yellow-haired man suddenly waved his hand, and the machetes in the hands of the second brothers also stopped. The yellow-haired man stared at Long Xiangtian and frowned, "Who the hell are you?"
If you are in the underworld, you can do whatever you want, but you cannot be stupid. If you offend someone you shouldn’t offend, your life will be over. The yellow-haired man is so young, but he can command so many brothers. Naturally, he is smart.
There are two kinds of people in this world. One kind relies on their skills and has enough ability to make a name for themselves. The other kind of people need brains even if they don’t have skills, otherwise they will die on the streets sooner or later.
People with blond hair are smart.
Long Xiangtian snorted coldly, let go of the yellow-haired man's hand, took out his cell phone and prepared to call Master Wu, but the yellow-haired man roared: "You really want to call for help, I will kill you first."
“Yes…” Long Xiangtian completely ignored the threat from the yellow-haired man, called Ye Qiushan, and handed the phone to the yellow-haired man.
The blond was stunned for a moment, then as soon as he picked up the phone, he yelled, "Who the hell are you? Your friend is in my hands, pay the money to redeem him."
"Let Long Xiangtian answer the phone." Ye Qiushan said on the phone.
"Who is Long Xiangtian?" the yellow-haired man roared impatiently.
Long Xiangtian grabbed the phone and said, "Fifth Master, your men have surrounded me and are asking you for a ransom. You have to prepare more, otherwise my head will be in danger."
"Fifth Master?" The yellow-haired man looked at Long Xiangtian with eyes wide open. He was so scared that his legs went weak. He swallowed twice and suddenly said in fear, "Don't fool me..."
"You heard it too, so you better bring the money." Long Xiangtian did not forget to give an address, then hung up the phone, walked over and sat down opposite the restaurant owner, and said, "You have good skills, why don't you do it?"
The boss groaned for a moment, then just smiled and said, "You're pretty good at it, why don't you do it?"
Long Xiangtian took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep puff, slowly blew out a smoke ring, and said, "I don't want to do it, but I can't do it here to ruin your place."
The boss chuckled and said nothing more. Instead, the blond came up to him and angrily asked, "You two think we don't exist?"
Long Xiangtian glanced at the yellow-haired man and said, "You just want money, someone will bring it to you later, why are you in such a hurry? Also, your fallen brother should be sent to the hospital first."
The man who was hit on the head by the table just now fell to the ground and bled all over the floor. The yellow-haired man was furious when he saw this, but thinking that he could make another fortune, he smiled sinisterly and ordered his two younger brothers to send the injured person on the ground to the hospital. Then he said to Long Xiangtian, "Now it's not just 110,000, it's 200,000."
Long Xiangtian acted as if he didn't hear anything. He walked over and picked up a bottle of beer from the bar. He opened it with his thumb, then tilted his head back and took a few big gulps.
The blond's expression brightened. Seeing Long Xiangtian's move, he couldn't help but say, "Too cool. It's so useful for picking up girls. Teach me, and I'll ask for less from you."
Long Xiangtian glanced at him and shook his head, saying, "You are a gangster, but you don't look like a big brother at all. You are a useful young man, but your usefulness is all in deceiving others. Sigh."
Being ridiculed in front of so many of his brothers, the yellow-haired man was really angry this time. This was definitely not something that could be solved with money. He shouted, "Fuck, what are you all looking at? Chop him up..."
At the yellow-haired man's order, these second brothers were very obedient and all raised the machetes in their hands. But at this moment, those who were holding the machetes were all stunned, as if they were frozen, holding the machetes in their hands stupidly, and no one of them moved.
When the yellow-haired man saw the fight, he jumped away with a start, hiding in the corner and blocked by the crowd. When he saw this scene, he was furious: "Are you all deaf? Cut..."
"Boss, look outside." One of the younger brothers reminded.
The blond man frowned, stood up from his chair, and then saw the entrance of the hotel through the gap between the shoulders of the crowd. He saw a group of people surrounding it. He was startled and quickly pushed through the crowd to see what was going on.
There were more than a dozen people standing outside the door, all dressed in suits and sunglasses. They made way for Ye Qiushan and Azhi to walk in.
The blond counted the number of people and found that there were far fewer people than himself. He immediately gained courage and shouted at Ye Qiushan: "Who the hell are you? Are you trying to scare people by dressing like this?"
Ye Qiushan didn't even look at him, but instead fixed his gaze on Long Xiangtian and walked over. The people blocking his way were actually intimidated by Ye Qiushan's aura and all made way.
"Fifth Master, these idiots said they were hanging out with you." Long Xiangtian shrugged and spread his hands, looking helpless.
Ye Qiushan frowned, glanced at the yellow-haired man, and asked, "Who are you hanging out with?"
The yellow-haired man suddenly lost his confidence because Ye Qiushan's aura was too strong. His back was soaked with cold sweat, but he had to hold on: "Why... Why should I tell you?"
Ye Qiushan frowned and said to Ah Zhi beside him: "Who is in charge of this area?"
Ah Zhi glanced at the yellow-haired man, then looked at Ye Qiushan and said, "This area is managed by Ah Long."
"Let him come over, right now." Ye Qiushan's face turned green with anger.
Ah Zhi nodded, took out his cell phone and dialed a number, saying, "Ah Long, come to Yu Xiang Restaurant right now."
After the phone call, the yellow-haired man and his men lost their composure. The machetes in their hands all fell to the ground with a clang. The yellow-haired man was so scared that he stood there without reacting until his second brother pulled his sleeve. He swallowed his saliva, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, bent his waist, and asked timidly: "Are you...are you really...the Fifth Master?"