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Volume 9 Epic Mission 1995.6.- Chapter 275 Group fight?  (Third update, small explosion)

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    "Hey, that's why you came here." As soon as Ye Bihuang saw Lee Kuan Yew's attitude, he knew that he came to cause trouble for those gangsters because his father was beaten.

    Lee Kuan Yew raised his eyebrows and grinned: "Let's see who is so bold." He said and shook his fist.

    The few people behind Lee Kuan Yew were all tall and powerful. Everyone had a bald head and looked very imposing. Ye Bihuang estimated that these were Lee Kuan Yew's most powerful subordinates.

    "What are you doing standing still? This is my buddy who I have played with since childhood. His name is Ye Bihuang. Please call me Brother Huang!" Lee Kuan Yew turned his head and yelled at the younger brothers behind him.

    The younger brothers bent down at the same time and said in unison: "Hello, Brother Huang!"

    Ye Bihuang nodded slightly. He didn't care about this kind of etiquette at all, and he didn't feel anything about it. He pushed open the rusty iron door and said, "Brothers, are you leaving?"

    Lee Kuan Yew raised his eyebrows, put his feet in first, and said, "Let's walk."

    Ye Bihuang also liked fighting when he was a child, and he and Lee Kuan Yew were known as the two heroes on campus.

    The biggest difference between the two is probably their academic performance. Ye Bihuang's academic performance was very good, while Lee Kuan Yew's was very poor. This also led to the two of them embarking on different paths.

    Lee Kuan Yew became the gangster leader, while Ye Bihuang went to university and finally became a member of the Fengxiu Group. He was a clerk during the day and a burglar at night.

    A group of six or seven people filed in and walked to the water tower courtyard. Ye Bihuang and Lee Kuan Yew walked shoulder to shoulder in front, and a few younger brothers walked behind.

    The water tower on the southern suburbs side was supposed to be managed by a few retired old men from the car factory. At this moment, there was no one in the lounge, and they were probably beaten away by the gangsters.

    Seeing the long-dried blood on the side of the water tower door, Ye Bihuang's eyes became even more angry, and an evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

    He didn¡¯t know how much of the dried blood was his father¡¯s, but he knew that more blood would definitely flow here.

    Ye Bihuang gently pushed open the door of the water tower.

    Seven people entered one after another.

    There is a high staircase in the middle of the water tower, which separates the entire water tower into two spaces.

    From a distance, I could hear noises coming from the other side of the stairs, as well as the sound of a song, which seemed to be "Snow Wolf Lake".

    Ye Bihuang and others walked in and saw four cynical and unruly people holding cigarettes and sitting in front of a round table playing cards. They either put their feet on the table or drank beer.

    There is a big radio on the ground next to it, and "Snow Wolf Lake" was played from this radio.

    The gangster on the innermost side was facing outside. When he saw someone coming, he stood up and shouted loudly: "Hey, you guys, who let you in! Get out."

    Lee Kuan Yao's eyes suddenly turned cold, he clenched his fists, and took a step forward to speak, when he heard Ye Bihuang's voice coming from behind him.

    "Huang Mao, tell me, who is in charge here?"

    The remaining three people over there saw this.  They also stood up and threw the cards on the table. One person slapped his hands three times, and then seven or eight more people suddenly appeared from the other side.

    I saw them in different postures, but most of them were leaning against the wall, looking at Ye Bihuang and the others with disdainful sideways eyes.

    "Why should I tell you? Tell me, what are you guys here to do?" Huang Mao naturally did not accept Ye Bihuang's tactics, and his words were extremely provocative, "Do you know whose territory this is?  ¡±

    As soon as the word "pan" came out of his mouth, before he could close his mouth, he saw a black shadow appear in front of his eyes, and then he was hit hard in the stomach, and the whole person flew five or six meters like a cloud and mist, "Boom"  There was a bang against the wall.

    "I said! Who is in charge here?" Ye Bihuang's voice became very cold, very cold, and his eyes were like rays that could kill people. There were so many people present, but no one dared to look at him.

    Probably because his kick is so intimidating, it can kick someone five or six meters away. What kind of power is this!

    "You! Just wait, I'll call the boss. If you leave, you'll be the son of a bitch!" The boss here has already greeted him, and he can't do anything without his order, so when the younger brother saw Ye Bihuang taking action, he hurried to invite his boss.

    "Go quickly!" Ye Bihuang glanced at him and spat lightly.

    Lee Kuan Yew stood behind Ye Bihuang and looked at Ye Bihuang in surprise. He knew that it was true that Ye Bihuang was good at fighting, but this was too *.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out of consideration for the situation.

    Lee Kuan Yew felt that Ye Bihuang was a bit reckless and swallowed secretly, but he thought that he would do the same thing.

    The boy quickly entered from the other side door, and then came a tall man with a moust face. He had a shaved green scalp, a huge hammer-shaped tattoo on his head, and a crescent-shaped scar at the corner of his eye.

    This strong man had a cigarette in his mouth, two large silver earrings on his ears, his trousers were tattered jeans, and his upper body was in a jacket that exposed his thick arms.

    The whole person looks majestic and intimidating.

    He walked forward, completely ignoring the little man Ye Bihuang, glanced at Lee Kuan Yew, and said, "Yao Tsai, are you going to cause trouble today? Why did you come here to beat my little brother all of a sudden?" His tone and demeanor were full of arrogance.  Dao is just a head taller than Lee Kuan Yew, and since he has more people present, he naturally has more momentum.

    Lee Kuan Yew snorted coldly, stepped forward and stood side by side with Ye Bihuang, staring at the green-haired man with his eyes, and said: "Ma Bi! Don't pretend to be a big deal with me, let me ask you something, did you hit my father?"  .¡±

    The corners of Ma Bi's mouth raised slightly, looking very shabby. He sat on the stool in front of the table and said, "I beat a lot of people every day. How do I know who your father is? Could it be that the people I beat every day are all  Your father? Then your mother is too awesome." He laughed loudly, and his little brother also understood the look and started laughing at the same time.

    When Lee Kuan Yew heard that he had insulted his mother in this way, he immediately became angry and clenched his fists. However, there were relatively few people on his side now, so he suppressed his temper and said: "It's just a few people who were patrolling here two days ago.  Old man."

    "Oh, you are talking about those old immortals. They are ignorant. Of course I will beat them. Is your father among them?"

    Lee Kuan Yew took a step forward and said: "Yes!"

    "Your name is Ma Bi, right? Do you want to cut off your left hand or your right hand? I'll give you three seconds to choose." Ye Bihuang suddenly interrupted, his voice cold.

    Ma Bihuang looked at Ye Bihuang funny and said, "Yao Zai? Is this your little brother? Does he lack discipline?"

    "Three seconds have passed"

    Before he finished speaking, Ye Bihuang suddenly took a step forward and kicked out, causing the entire chair to fly out, and then flew up into the air again. His legs connected with each other and kicked the horse's fat so hard that it couldn't find its way to the east, west, or east.

    "pass"

    ~

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