Faced with the beating, from beginning to end, the man did not have a word of begging for mercy. There was no such word in his bones. A man could be destroyed, but could not be defeated, so even if he was beaten to death, he would not say a word to beg his father for his grandmother.

But just as the man turned over and rolled around in pain, Ye Qiu noticed the man at close range. His clothes were covered with dust, half of his sleeve on the right was left, his arms were wrapped in gauze, and his left knee of his pants was broken, revealing the ripped pants inside.

There are several places on his face covered with ashes, and his bronzed skin is rough like orange peel, but what cannot be changed is that his eyes are shining at the cold stars, his eyebrows are as thick as paint, and his chest is wide, and he has the majesty of thousands of men. If he hadn't been struggling to make a living, this man would definitely be a handsome and handsome man.

"It's him, it's him!"

Ye Qiu stood there and muttered to himself. His face, which was originally very calm, began to become gloomy and horrible, but his eyes were aimed at the urban management officers waving electric batons.

So similar and so familiar, exactly like him for fifteen years, the past scenes surged into my heart again.

The cruel beating continued. The man gritted his teeth and his body kept trembling. He didn't run away and fell into the hands of these bad-hearted urban management officers today. He accepted it. No matter how he tortured him, he would not bow his head, but the old mother at home still had to take medicine.

"Damn, today I'm going to kill you and let you fight guerrilla wars with us every day, which makes me feel uneasy!" The fat man weighing 200 pounds shouted, but with his appearance, he probably can solve all the problems for you now.

"My god, grandma!"

The man who was beaten with blood was in his mouth. It was not that he dared not fight back, but that he could not fight back. With just these stinky sweet potatoes and rotten eggplant, he could easily get rid of these wine bags, but he could not do this. Once he did it, he would inevitably be taken to the bureau. At that time, the sick old mother at home would be even more helpless.

So the man chose to endure, even if he was bleeding, he gritted his teeth and stood firm. He had faith and was waiting for the opportunity. One day, the tiger would return to the mountain and stain half of the sky with blood.

"Let him go!"

Ye Qiu suddenly moved, blocking the man who was rolling around in pain. A sharp light flashed in his eyes and he uttered three words coldly.

Suddenly someone stood up, which surprised the man who sold the discs. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the man in front of him carefully, but his puzzled eyes showed that he did not seem to know the passerby who saw the injustice and drew his sword to help.

Several urban management officers were also very shocked by Ye Qiu's appearance. What a fool who came out of this? He actually spoke for a gangster who sold Japanese action movies?

"Hey, get out of here, this is not something you can interfere!" The fat urban manager who was 200 pounds just now shouted.

But what disappointed him was that Ye Qiu's body seemed to be nailed there by a nail, as if it was not moving at all in a sculpture, but his eyes became even more vicious, and a cold murderous aura gradually spread around.

"I'll say it again and let him go!"

Ye Qiu's words were still cold. He was so proud of his words that he didn't want to talk nonsense to these urban managers. It seemed that saying a word would reduce his identity.

"Oh, I'm making up for you. You're so excited. I'll say it again, get out of here, otherwise I'll take you first today!"

After saying that, the fat man deliberately looked at the brothers behind him. They all scoffed at Ye Qiu, laughed loudly, and said in a rash manner: "Damn, I haven't exercised my muscles well for a long time. It seems that I will start a big killing today. When I go back, I will ask Director Wei to add a meal to us. Beating people is a physical job!"

"Hahaha" the city management laughed again.

Because it was at the intersection of the street, it soon attracted a group of passers-by who were watching the show, but none of them dared to go up and stop it. The fat man Huang Long's reputation is famous. People nearby are terrified when they meet him. This is just cruel and ruthless, and they will not sympathize with you at all.

So when the man was selling discs on the roadside, Huang Long wanted to get some benefits. He said it was a bit vulgar, that is, to collect protection fees. The man ignored him, so he kept a grudge and asked for trouble every few days. However, the man ran away a few days ago, and today he was not lucky and fell into his hands.

But I don’t know if it was the man’s luck or Huang Long’s misfortune. Today he met Ye Qiu, known as the “Hell Shura”, a man who made the whole world tremble.

"Hmph"

Ye Qiu sneered twice, a trace of evil curves appeared on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly stretched out his fingers and hooked them, and said coldly: "If you have the affinity, come and try it!"

"Damn it, just try it. You dare to provoke me. I think you are impatient. Brothers, search the guy and give this kid another half a minute of chance. If he doesn't leave, beat me to death. If something happens, I will hold on!"

Huang Long, a 200-pound urban management officer, roared with gritted teeth. After all, he was the right-hand man of the director of the Urban Management Bureau. He taught a lesson on the street and found a reason to pass by when he went back.

The man lying on the ground knew this well and said helplessly: "Friend, thank you for your kindness, but this Huanglong is really not something you can afford to mess with. There is someone behind him.

I have already appreciated your kindness, but you should go. I will get a few more electric batons at most, and I will let me go when they finish ejaculation."

The man's voice sounds nice and full of magnetic properties, but a little sad, making people feel sympathetic.

The old man on the side also advised: "Young man, go quickly. This Huanglong is not easy to mess with. It is not worth it to get you in."

"What are you old man saying!"

Huang Long glanced at him, raised his fist as he was big on his sandbag, and raised it on his head in a demonstration to intimidate the old man, asking him not to mess around here.

Ye Qiu didn't have the heart to care about Huang Long. He stared at the man who was beaten on the ground with a burning look, his eyes as vicious as snakes. He asked, "Chen Ruofan, with your skills, he can beat them up, why should he be willing to be beaten?"

Ye Qiu will never forget that he has been together at the age of two or three who has practiced Sanda. When he was bullied when he was a child, Chen Ruofan always stood in front of him. Unexpectedly, fifteen years have passed, but he has become like this.
Chapter completed!