Brother Ming looked at Wei Dacheng's flabby and fat body, smiled disdainfully, then leisurely took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
"This snack street is contracted by me, Murong Ming.
Anyone who opens a shop here must pay me protection fees! "
"Ba-protection fee?"
Wei Dacheng was a little dazed. After all, this was a term far away from him.
"Ha! How old is this? And there are protection fees?"
Wang Tuo adjusted his glasses and scoffed disdainfully.
Ye Hong frowned, but he was inexplicably disgusted with the name Murong Ming.
He probably knew that, like Lu Xiaotian, Murong Ming also had a nickname.
But when he thought that this disgusting thing had the same surname as Murong Tingmeng, Ye Hong felt unhappy.
These guys have never been seen in the snack street before. They must have appeared after Yeshi moved out.
Presumably in addition to this small shop, there are also many shops in the snack street that have been poisoned by these people.
All in all, whether it's for Wei Dacheng or for their own little thoughts, these guys can't be lenient.
The temperature of Ye Hong's eyes suddenly dropped, but he had a plan in his heart.
On the other side, Murong Ming glared at Wang Tuo: "You four-eyed boy, do you want to pay protection money for them
If you don't pay, don't push me, or I'll break your four-eyed dog's head! "
Wang Tuo had never been scolded like this before, and his face turned red with anger.
He also looked at Ye Hong with angry eyes.
Like Wei Dacheng, Wang Tuo's confidence also came from Ye Hong.
Those gangsters were already impatient and muttered: "Boss, what are you talking about with these three boys
Beat them up and you will know how powerful our [Murong Gang] is! "
Murong Ming sneered: "That's right.
Brothers, come on! "
A group of gangsters rushed up, shouting and waving their hair.
The weird jewelry hanging on his body jingled as he ran.
Like beggars on the street, racing together with pots and pans.
"It seems that the chair legs are still useful."
Facing the group of vicious gangsters, Ye Hong unhurriedly took off the chair leg just now.
He slapped the chair leg on Wei Dacheng's hand and solemnly asked in the latter's confused eyes: "Fat man, I'll leave them to you!"
Wei Dacheng's pupils suddenly widened: "Nani?!"
He never imagined that Ye Hong would choose him to face these guys.
This doesn't seem to be the same as the imagined script, right? !
But looking at the gangsters who were spitting on their faces, Wei Dacheng had no time to think.
He picked up the legs of the chair in his hand, closed his eyes, and swung it forward as if resigned to his fate.
"Ah! I'll fight you!"
Wei Dacheng didn't have any rules, and he didn't know any ancient martial arts. He just used his brute force to kill the gangsters.
He closed his eyes and waved the chair legs wildly in his hands.
"Ah!"
Murong Ming, who was behind the crowd, couldn't help but sneered when he saw Wei Dacheng's poor moves.
"It turned out to be a fool."
Before he finished speaking, he saw one of his subordinates screaming and involuntarily kneeling down with his legs in his arms.
This kneeling happened to be in the path of Wei Dacheng's chair leg, and his face was hit by the chair leg.
"Well!"
He groaned, covering his bleeding nose, and couldn't help but fall back.
However, Wei Dacheng knocked him unconscious with a chair leg.
(End of chapter)