The six young people had standard fireworks, making them look like brooms. They were wearing a fancy shirt, all with big shorts on their lower body, and their legs were as thin as bamboo poles. They straddled one of their legs and kept shaking there.

"Hey, a few young ancestors, I really have no money!"

The old aunt who bought buns walked out from behind the table with a cage with a nervous look on her face, talking with a smile on her face, stopping a few people from letting them in, and not wanting them to affect the people in the store to eat.

"You told me that there is no money? Who believes it? Do you really think I'm stupid? Isn't this money?"

The young man took the old aunt away in one go, stepped onto the table in two steps, reached out to grab the cardboard box containing the change, and shouted arrogantly while shaking.

"Oh, a few ancestors. These are all change for change. If you take it away, how can I do this business?"

The old man who made buns in the house rushed over at this time, and while pulling the cardboard box containing change into his arms, he begged hard.

"Get out, Brother Biao is not here for the time being. Do you really think you can fool me? We are not dead yet!"

The fireworks roared with a black face, and raised their feet and kicked the old man in the stomach. The old man could not withstand his kick and fell directly on the steps, with blood flowing from his forehead.

A few screams came from the room, and many diners ran out in panic, not daring to stop at all, so they ran away directly. The old aunt rushed to the old man in panic, and helped the old man up with tears in her eyes.

"I'll let you eat!"

It was not over yet. One of the young people kicked the table directly at the cage holder. The iron-made table was kicked directly, and the four or five-story cages piled on the table also fell into the house.

There were countless screams mixed with the sound of dingli. The cage rolled in the not-so-spacious shop, and the steaming buns fell all over the floor.

"Oh, a few little ancestors, if I could take it out, I would have given it to you long ago. Don't smash it!"

Seeing these people's actions, the old man didn't care that his forehead was still bleeding, and he kept begging in his mouth, trying to use his thin body to block these gangsters.

"Smash it for me, and I won't give you the old thing a look. I really think that if Brother Biao is not here, no one can cure him!"

But these people didn't plan to let him go at all. They looked at each other and attacked them one after another.

The people in the room dared not provoke these gangsters, and they ran out one after another. These people were afraid of causing trouble, and even watched the fun far away, let alone someone called the police.

Gu Ziyan also ran out with the crowd, walked to Zhao Fan, and looked at him slowly.

Six gangsters entered the shop, kicking the table, smashing the dishes, smashing the dishes, and rumbling sounds in the room one after another, and in the blink of an eye, the store was already in a mess. Two old men at the door were crying, but they could only support each other and watch them rage, and they were powerless.

How could Zhao Fan not understand what Gu Ziyan meant when she looked at him? These little gangsters didn't even let go of the two old men, and they really had to deal with it.

But he was about to take action, but someone was already in front of him. As soon as he heard a heavy breath in his ear, the fat man's body, like a mountain, pounced towards the gangsters.

"Stop it all, even the two old people are bullying. Are you still human?"

The fat man rushed to the door and roared, picked up an empty cage and placed it in front of him like a shield, with his hands trembling a little. Zhao Fan was a little funny. This guy was still the same as before. He knew he could not do it, but when he encountered something he couldn't see, he just liked to take care of it.

"Oh, on this street, there are really people who dare to care about us? Fatty, you'd better ask who we are first and don't make yourself uncomfortable."

"Stay wherever you are cool, don't get stuck here and get in the way. It will make us angry. I don't mind letting you see Hong too!"

The people's hands didn't stop, and they kicked the buns all over the ground, as if they were stepping on bubbles. They looked at Zheng Yingjie with their eyes slanted, and they didn't take him seriously at all.

"I beat you a bunch of beasts to death!"

As a foodie, Fatty man felt even more uncomfortable when he saw the delicious buns being trampled one by one, and he yelled, holding the cage in his hand and smashed the chest of a young man closest to him.

"Isn't you really afraid of death? Come on me and hit him until his parents can't recognize him. Let these people know that even if Brother Biao is not here, I, Brother Ming, have to listen to me when I speak!"

Five or six people surrounded him instantly, punching and kicking Zheng Yingjie. At the beginning, he could block it twice. But it was only less than a minute. He was already out of breath and was so fat that he was already panting. I don’t know how many times he had been beaten.

"Is this person your friend? Are you going to watch him be beaten?"

Gu Ziyan looked at Zhao Fan with a strange look, and said angrily when he saw that he had no intention of taking action.

"This kid likes to meddle in other people's business and not let him suffer any losses. He doesn't know what will happen in the future. Just because he wants to beat six by himself, I really don't know where he got the courage."

Zhao Fan was unmoved, and even smiled on his face and said with a chuckling.

"It is because of the existence of indifferent people like you that those bad people are so arrogant. I think your friend is very good. He is very righteous and has many dog-slaughtering people. The courage of the little ones is even more worthy of respect."

Gu Ziyan looked at Zhao Fan with a disdainful look and said with a sneer.

"In your opinion, his idiotic behavior has become courageous? Calling the police is not more reliable than this? He ran up and was beaten up, and in the end he just had an extra victim. Is it meaningful?"

Zhao Fan shook his head and walked towards the group of people.

The fat man was completely exhausted at this moment. He roared, pressing a tall and thin man under his body, and shouted with a thunderous voice: "Fanzi, are you blind? I'll say a few words to you, and you'll be planning to stop saving me?"

"I've come here, I haven't seen you for many years. I'm a little missed. I'm just waiting for you to shout this!"

Zhao Fan laughed, stepped into the store, grabbed the two young people's necks and threw them behind, throwing them on the road outside.

Running at a very fast speed, a taxi turned to the brakes in a hurry. The harsh sound of the brakes made the two guys scream loudly with all their might, rolling and crawling to avoid them.

These two guys appeared too suddenly and the taxi was not slow either. How could it be so easy to avoid it?

When the taxi with cold sweats stopped the car, one of the guys had already reached the bottom of the car. Looking at the wheels that were so close, the guy was frightened. His legs seemed to be shaking, and he opened his mouth and gasped hard, leaving no strength to stand up.

The remaining three people were also shocked. As soon as they ran towards Zhao Fan with their necks in their arms, Zhao Fan raised his foot and kicked one away. He raised his hands and slapped them twice, and the remaining two were beaten backwards.

"Boy, do you know who we are? I dare to meddle in other people's business, I think you don't want to live anymore!"

Zhao Fan did not take any ruthless attacks on these gangsters. Although they were dizzy and lying on the ground, they were not seriously injured. They looked at Zhao Fan with full breath and threatened loudly.

"Yingjie, and this little brother, you guys go quickly, don't get me tired of you because of my affairs! They are Jiang Dabiao's people, and you can't afford to offend them!"

The owner of the bun shop and his wife came over with panic, and while talking, they wanted to pull up Zheng Yingjie who was lying on the ground. The fat man was too heavy. The two old men pulled him for a long time, and he struggled a few times before he could get up.

Looking up, the guy who was pressed under him had fainted.

The fat man, who was originally a little depressed, suddenly felt proud on his face, and looked at Zhao Fan with a show of flauntingly and said, "Look, I've solved one."

Zhao Fan's head was covered in black lines. This unlucky guy was obviously so immersed by the fat man. OK?

"Jiang Dabiao dares to use his gun boldly. He shouldn't be able to come out in a few days, right? Do you really think no one knows? You dare to fool people here under his banner?"

Zhao Fan squatted in front of the fireworks in the leader, reached out and patted the man's face gently, and said leisurely.

"Get out of here, Brother Biao is not here, the Chengnan Gang is still there. You are dead if you dare to mess with us! Believe it or not, I can call hundreds of people with one phone call and throw you two into the river to feed the fish?"

The man gritted his teeth and patted Zhao Fan's hand away and shouted viciously.

"Don't believe it!"

Zhao Fan simply raised a stool and sat in front of him, shook his head calmly. It was easy for him to deal with these gangsters, but when he left, the owner of the bun shop would be in trouble.

Since you have made a move, you have to take care of it to the end. Only by solving all the bullies and ghosts behind these gangsters can it be considered a one-time and for all.

"Wait, if you dare to touch the people from our Chengnan Gang, I will soon let you know what life is worse than death."

The fireworks burned on the floor full of buns and rolled, and the body was covered with colorful food residue, as if it was taken out of a bucket of water. After getting up, he reached out and wiped his pants a few times, took out the phone and dialed it out.

Zhao Fan looked up and saw the name on the screen, Fan Yong.

I moved my heart, shook my head and chuckled, raised my hand and snatched the phone that was hot in my hand, and pressed the hands-free button.

"What's up?"

When the phone was connected, Fan Yong's impatient voice came. Zhao Fan waved his hand and patted the fireworks that were about to grab the phone back, and said to the phone leisurely: "Fan Yong, how did I explain to you?"

"You, do you know Brother Yong?"

Just as the fireworks were about to start scolding, he heard Zhao Fan's faint voice sound, his expression moved, and he looked at him in disbelief.

"Who the hell are you? Where is that little bastard Guo Yuming? Let him answer the phone!"

Fan Yong's angry voice came from the phone, and the nervous expressions of several young people instantly relaxed, and they gritted their teeth and looked at Zhao Fan again.

"Brother Yong, please bring someone to help. This kid beat us all!"

These guys knew that they could not beat Zhao Fan, so they didn't dare to grab their phone again. Anyway, they were now on the hands-free, so they shouted in the direction of the phone.

"Brother Yong is so majestic. He has forgotten me after only one night. Should I come here to deepen your impression of me?"

Zhao Fan raised his lips and said to the phone with a chuckling.

"It's you?"

Even though Fan Yong was so slow, he could hear Zhao Fan's voice at this time, and his voice instantly became trembling. Even through the phone, the young people could feel the person on the other end of the phone trembling, and his tone had become extremely respectful.

"you?"

The expressions of the young people suddenly changed, and their reactions were very fast. They exchanged their eyes quickly and moved towards the door quietly. Even the unlucky guy who fainted on the ground didn't even plan to care about it, and was about to run away.
Chapter completed!