Kong Jianguo's fist became a fist and would never be a fist.
The bones in the palm of his leg were pinched and deformed by Fang Yan. Even the most skilled leg surgeon could not restore his fist.
Perhaps it was because of that that he simply died of pain.
Treating bad people wrongly, Fang Yan is indeed not as kind and kind as he appears -----
Kong Jianguo fell to the ground and fell unconscious. Kong Jianguo's friends were all shocked.
The sissy ran over, shook Kong Jianguo's body desperately, and shouted in a sad voice: "Brother Jianguo----Brother Jianguo-----"
He looked up at Fang Yan and roared fiercely: "Brother Jianguo is dead, and he doesn't want to live anymore----he begged me to fight to the death----"
He waved his claws and rushed towards Fang Yan's walking direction.
boom!
Fang Yan kicked him over, and the sissy's body rolled around in the noodle shop.
Bang bang----
His body fell against the table leg of another dining table. Maybe Fang Yan used too much force, or maybe the table leg was in disrepair. There was a crisp sound of 'click', and the table leg broke into two parts from the middle.
Wow ----
The bottles of soy sauce, old vinegar, chili sauce and other condiments stacked on the table fell to the east and hit the sissy on the face. His eyes were splashed by the chili sauce, and he was rubbing it with his legs # , while screaming like a slaughtered pig ----- as he rubbed it, the scream became even more unbearable to listen to.
Fang Yan stared at him with cold eyes and said: "He forgot about me - I just asked my Jianguo brother to slap him in the face, and slapped him for not asking for face - at that time, he thought I’ll beg you to slap me for not asking for face-----”
Fang Yan didn't slap Sissy's face after all, because Sissy's face was covered in condiments and he really couldn't do anything about it.
The charlatan turned around and wanted to run away, but Fang Yan rushed over and grabbed the string of Xingyue Bodhi beads around his neck.
After grabbing it with a strong force, the string of beads broke.
Thunderclap-----
Bodhi seeds were scattered all over the ground, bouncing and bouncing on the ground.
Under the force of the pull, the charlatan's body flew backwards and fell heavily to the floor.
As soon as the charlatan stood up, Fang Yan's big foot stepped on his chest.
"What do I want to do?" The charlatan's throat was filled with cold. He swallowed hard and threatened: "He told me that I'd better not touch them----they have many brothers----"
"I just said that Jianguo Qiuhuo has no strength, so why don't I try harder for him?" Fang Yan looked at the charlatan with a smile and asked aloud.
"Did he just say that?" The charlatan quickly argued, "Is he a monk? He has never fought with them - how could he go over and beat me? Just a joke, just Are you kidding me-----"
Fang Yan frowned and said, "His two masters were also monks. He saved his life----"
"Then they are a family -----" The charlatan was amused and hurried to get close to each other alive.
"Do they know that there are scum like me among the monks? They will definitely pick me up personally -----" Fang Yan said: "Discuss this matter with me. You must not leave without it when you go out in the future." Do you want to wear a Taoist robe? It’s okay for me to wear a Taoist robe, with a string of Bodhi beads hanging on it - my appearance is too ugly and my taste is too low, which will lower the overall appearance and aesthetic taste of their Taoist sect.”
"No problem. No problem----he won't wear it anymore. He won't wear it anymore----" The charlatan agreed. Not to mention asking him not to wear robes, even if Fang Yan asked him not to wear clothes in the future, he would not refuse at that time.
"I agreed so readily, and I could tell at a glance whether I was perfunctory----" Fang Yan said. "He likes it best when they mess around with him."
His toes twisted in the middle of the charlatan's chest, and then two of the charlatan's ribs were broken.
He lay on the floor like a dead fish, with many questions he didn't think through----
The others wanted to escape, but Fang Yan shouted: "Come back."
Otherwise, everyone stopped at the door and did not dare to move.
"Are we going to leave like that?" Fang Yan asked coldly.
thump-----
The long-haired hooligan knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy, saying: "Grandpa, grandpa, they were wrong - they kicked the iron plate that time, please spare them, please - ---They don't dare anymore----"
Then he kowtowed to Hongjie and said: "Miss Hongjie, let me say something to them. They owe you a debt of gratitude and they will never dare to harass me again. If you have any difficulties, just tell them." ---"
Hong Jie bit Dong's lips tightly and had no intention of shutting up those gangsters.
Two more people knelt down from the east. They didn't want to have broken bones like Kong Jianguo and the charlatan----
There are two guys who stick to the 250 spirit of cutting off blood, making mistakes and never kowtow. Although Fang Yan's legs were full of fear, they still stood proudly - their calves were shaking as if they were swinging. non-stop.
"Whoever throws the rubbish will take it away." Fang Yan pointed to the floor where Kong Guojian and the charlatan were lying, and said harshly: "Carry them away for him, don't affect their appetite -----"
A group of hooligans did not dare to refute, so they quickly moved their legs to help Kong Guojian and the charlatan out.
"Hey, why don't we wait for him-----" Sissy got up from the ground and chased outside.
The other side of a bowl of noodles is a shabby teahouse.
Near the window on the second floor, a man wearing a baseball cap saw the gangsters fleeing in embarrassment. He took out a hundred dollars and put it on the table. Then he walked towards the east building in the opposite direction of the gangsters. .
He was like a bystander watching an interesting show.
After all the gangsters left, Hong Jie walked up to Fang Yan and said with gratitude: "Brother Fang Yan, thank me----am I okay?"
"He's fine." Fang Yan smiled and shook his head.
"Brother Fang Yan, you didn't expect me to be so powerful. I knocked down all those bad guys with just one move -----" The little girl confirmed that Fang Yan was indeed fine, became happy again, and said, "Kong Jianguo and the others are too Damn it, because I have some connections, I usually show off my power on that street. I have been here several times before, and every time I want to touch the wrong person, I like it so much------"
"They will never come to me again." Fang Yan said with a smile.
"Yes." The little girl nodded seriously and said, "Brother Fang Yan will teach them a lesson tomorrow, and they will definitely not dare to come again in the future -------"
Knowing that someone had spat on Fang Yan's noodle bowl, Hong Jie said: "Brother Fang Yan, he asked grandpa to make me a new bowl of noodles with soybean paste. I don't want to eat that bowl. Let's go. He will go first." Take me to the backyard to wash my legs."
Fang Yan nodded and followed Hong Jie towards the backyard.
While the husband was eating noodles, an old man with an apron tied around his neck walked in front of him.
"Has Hong Xiu been killed by that kid?" the old man asked in a deep voice. His face was as black as iron, and there was no expression of joy or sorrow on his face.
"His name is Fang Yan." The gentleman stopped the chopsticks in his legs, sighed softly, and said, "Like Hong Xiu, he is not the most outstanding young man in Yanziwu. Sorry."
"Just now he thought about poisoning the noodle bowl," the old man said.
The gentleman nodded and said: "He knows. He also has that worry, so he tasted the noodles first - the boy brought them to him. Even if they are poisonous, he has to take care of him first." Let’s taste the poison. He has been eating my noodles for decades. If there is any peculiar smell, he can easily identify it. I can’t deceive him-----"
"He knew I would taste the poison for him, so he refrained from using the poison," the old man said. "He loves him. But he doesn't want him to die."
"What happens after he dies?" The gentleman's expression was calm and relaxed, as if everyone was discussing a very trivial matter. "What happens after he dies? Is there anyone in our Hong family who can survive? Do I know Hong Xiu's ability? He couldn't even touch Fang Yan, and he killed him. It's obvious. What kind of scheming skills does that kid have-----"
"He took him to see Jiang Xifu and the old chief. After thinking about it, he brought him to see us. Why did he bring him here? Was it because he was afraid? Hong Xiu killed His father, is he thinking of destroying our entire Hong family-----then he can really destroy our entire Hong family------"
"Hong Xiu is the only male member of the Hong family." The old man said. "By killing Hong Xiu, he has wiped out the entire Hong family."
"Confused." The gentleman scolded in a low voice. "Where's Hongjie? Isn't he a child of our Hong family? Besides, it's not easy to find a grandson--Quanman and Shuzhen are not too old. At worst, they will have one more child. Those people are Isn’t it true that we are members of the Hong family? Because of that idiot Hong Xiu, do you want to put all those people’s lives on the line?”
The old man was scolded by his husband and remained silent.
"Fortunately, I didn't put poison in my face just now." The husband said: "Otherwise, our Hong family would really have no chance of survival ------- I saw what happened just now, what about this kid? He won't leave any leg to chance, and he will never give them a second chance --- he is very cruel."
"Even I can't protect them?"
"He is old." The gentleman raised his head and smiled bitterly, and said: "Shuanglong, they are all old. I have time to go see the old chief, he is also old - he knows about Hong Xiu, but he doesn't say a word He didn't mention anything. He praised Fang Yan, said whether he was a good boy, and asked him to contact Jianjun more - he accepted Fang Yan and recognized Fang Yan. If nothing else, Fang Yan Just the gentleman from Yanziwu. The new gentleman."
"Hong Xiu Hong is dead." The old man murmured to himself.
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