Boss Yang suppressed his anger and sneered, "Brothers, my factory is not a big business. It's just a small woodworking factory. Every penny is earned by our own blood and sweat. I'll pay another two hundred, a total of four hundred yuan. If you want it, take it. If not, it's gone."
The bald man raised his fist and hit the iron door of the weighing room hard. The five-centimeter-thick iron door was deeply dented by his punch.
Boss Yang was stunned and felt a chill in his heart. What was this guy's fist made of? It was harder than iron.
The bald man sneered: "Just this one punch is only worth 400 yuan?"
The bearded man's eyes became fierce, as if he would eat Boss Yang alive if he didn't agree: "Boss, you take our truckload of firewood and we'll leave. Otherwise, I'll burn down your small factory."
The tall and thin man grinned in the most sinister way, showing his big yellow teeth: "We don't want much from this truckload of wood, just give us 100,000."
Boss Yang was so angry that he nearly fainted. This truckload of wood was worth at most 10,000 yuan if it was the best quality wood, but they wanted 100,000 yuan. This was clearly robbery, not selling wood.
Boss Yang is a smooth person, but even a clay man has his own temperament. His stubborn temper was provoked by the three big men.
Knowing that the three were looking for trouble, he was no longer polite and took out his cell phone to call the police: "If you don't leave, I'll call the police."
Seeing that Boss Yang was about to call the police, the bald man looked ferocious and angry. He raised his fist and punched Boss Yang in the nose.
With the bald man's punching power, he punched a dent in the five-centimeter iron door. If this punch had hit the face, Boss Yang's skull would have been shattered.
Before the fist hit his face, he could already feel the sharp and biting wind coming towards him. Boss Yang closed his eyes and cursed his bad luck.
Bang! A crisp sound of fists colliding rang next to his ears. Boss Yang opened his eyes and found that a hand had grabbed the bald man's fist.
A familiar smiling face appeared in front of him, and Ye Feng asked with a smile: "Boss Yang, I have packed all your boxes. Each box is well made and made of real materials."
Boss Yang glanced at the warehouse gate from afar. Only Lao Zhou's car was parked there, and he didn't see any trucks parked there. In just five minutes, four hundred boxes had been loaded
Boss Yang smiled awkwardly: "It's what I should do. I am a carpenter by profession, so of course I have to control the quality of each box. Otherwise, I will ruin my reputation as Yang's Carpenter."
Boss Yang stared blankly at Ye Feng grabbing the bald man's hand. That was not called grabbing at all, he just pinched his fist with two fingers. Ye Feng was still smiling, as if he didn't use much strength.
In addition to hearing Ye Feng say that the four hundred boxes had been packed, which surprised Boss Yang, Ye Feng pinched the bald man's hand with two fingers, which was incredible.
It makes people feel incredible that Baldy and Ye Feng had been acting out this plan all along.
The bald man's arms were so strong, with bulging veins, steady and powerful, that Ye Feng, a young man, actually clamped them firmly with just two fingers.
What's funny is that the bald guy pretended to use all his strength, and not only the veins on his arms, but also on his forehead were bulging, but he couldn't pull his arm back from Ye Feng's fingers.
Boom! The bearded man punched Ye Feng, and the wind from his fist, mixed with strong wind, went straight to Ye Feng's left temple.
Looking at the bearded man’s fist moves, Ye Feng felt a little familiar. Isn’t this the Tianluo Fist? Are these three people from the Tianquan Sect
Ye Feng stretched out his other hand and gently clamped the bearded man's fist.
In the blink of an eye, the bearded man's forehead became as bulging with veins as his bald companion. It seemed that he tried his best but was unable to pull his arm back from Ye Feng's fingers.
The bearded man and the bald man felt that Ye Feng's fingers were like iron clamps. No matter how hard they tried, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and it was completely useless.
At the beginning, Dahuangya looked relaxed, whistling and watching coldly. He thought that his companions could knock the nosy Ye Feng to the ground with just a light punch.
But when both of his companions were pinched by Ye Feng's fists, Da Huangya's face suddenly changed and he realized that something was wrong.
"Who are you, kid? Tell me your name if you dare."
"Just you guys don't deserve to know my name."
"Since you don't want to drink my toast, don't blame me for being rude."
The tall and thin man with yellow teeth rolled his eyes and saw that Ye Feng had clamped his companion with both hands. No matter how strong he was, he didn't have a third hand. Hehe, you're unlucky, kid.
Dahuangya turned his wrist, and a dagger with a cold glow appeared in his hand. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he stabbed Ye Feng in the chest.
He thought Ye Feng didn't have a third hand to deal with him, so he attacked Ye Feng ruthlessly. With this knife, Ye Feng would be seriously injured if not killed.
Even Boss Yang, Lao Zhou and Xiao Xu, who were watching nearby, screamed in fright.
"Brother Ye, you have to be careful, he has a knife."
"Run, young man, be careful."
Seeing the dagger stabbing at his chest, Ye Feng sneered contemptuously: "Do you want to stab me or your companion?"
A trace of mental power surged out.
Dahuangya felt his brain buzzing and everything went blank. His arm was completely out of his control and he stabbed into the bald man's chest with a knife.
The bald man only felt a pain in his chest, and the whole world became quiet. Purple blood immediately gushed out of the wound. He stared at Dahuangya in disbelief, not understanding why his junior brother would assassinate him.
He fell down slowly, and only then he found that he could pull his fist back from Ye Feng's hand, but the life was gradually disappearing from his eyes.
The bearded man was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he didn't understand why his junior fellow apprentice wanted to kill his fellow apprentice.
"Old Third, why did you want to kill my brother?"
"I don't know. I wanted to kill this guy. How could I kill my brother? I feel like my body is out of my control."
Da Huangya blamed all the sins on Ye Feng. It was this guy who clamped his senior brother's fist and blocked his senior brother in front of him, causing his senior brother to take the knife.
Da Huangya was so angry that he decided to pull the knife out of his senior brother's body. When he pulled the knife out, the bald man's bright red blood sprayed all over his face.
He looked ferocious, clenched the dagger, and stabbed Ye Feng hard again.
Ye Feng did not dodge, but a burst of mental power surged out, and Dahuangya, as if possessed by a ghost, stabbed the bearded man in the chest again. A stream of blood spurted onto his face, dyeing his face blood-red like a demon.