The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

Huang Huzi found that Ye Zhibing was the only target left, and only seven or eight were injured on his side, and there were more than a dozen capable thugs who could fight.

In his opinion, the ending is already self-evident.

The yellow beard approached Ye Zhibing triumphantly, and said disdainfully, "Ye Zhibing, have you thought about why you died?"

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly, put the two checks in his pocket, clapped his hands and said, "Oh, I was busy just now, so I didn't understand what you were talking about."

The yellow beard was proud of himself, he didn't care about Ye Zhibing's attitude, and repeated to him: "I'm asking you to think about why you died or not."

Ye Zhibing pretended not to understand and replied: "Why did you die? I live a good life and my body is healthy. I don't think it is a problem to live to eighty. So you asked too early. I think you You have to think about it, look at your face, it looks so bad, it seems that you are not far from death."

Yellow Beard didn't expect that Ye Zhibing was alone, facing so many of them, and still uttered wild words, and couldn't help but angrily said: "Okay, I will send you back to the West now."

After finishing speaking, the yellow beard waved the machete in his hand and shouted: "Brothers, chop him up."

A group of younger brothers carried machetes and launched a massive attack on Ye Zhibing.

Miss Murong, who was hiding in the car, closed her eyes in fright.

Why didn't she think that she just came out to sign a contract, how could she encounter such a dangerous thing.

If Ye Zhibing was hacked to death by the opponent, she felt that she would be in danger.

Because, at least she is an eyewitness.

Will those murderers let the witnesses go?

Ye Zhibing was very calm, he tipped his toes, and a machete that fell on the ground came into his hand.

Then, with lightning speed, he slashed at a younger brother wielding a sharp knife who rushed in front of him.

boom!
Ye Zhibing slashed directly at the little brother's shoulder, penetrating three inches into the flesh and touching the bone.

The little brother screamed, threw the machete, looked back at his shoulder, and saw a machete embedded in his shoulder.

What a terrible situation, especially when it happened to me!
The little brother was in pain and shock, and he passed out directly.

The other younger brothers were taken aback by the frightening situation.

In the past, they relied on the number of people to kill others, but now they lack others to kill their own people.

That feeling is completely different.

The yellow beard was also stunned for a moment, but relying on the number of people and the speed of the knife, he wanted to avenge the younger brother who was stunned. He roared to boost morale, and swung his knife to command the younger brothers to continue to attack Ye Zhibing.

Ye Zhibing breathed a sigh of relief, smiled slightly, spotted the positions of the younger brothers who rushed over, and swung the machete in his hand violently.

Bang bang bang.

The machetes fell to the ground one after another, and the wrists of the younger brothers were brushed by the machetes in Ye Zhibing's hands, leaving wounds and bleeding.

The younger brothers all covered their hands and complained of pain, and no one had the desire to pick up the machete and continue fighting.

The yellow beard was behind the crowd, so he was not hit by Ye Zhibing, but he was holding the machete with a blank face, what's going on?

Is this Ye Zhibing so fierce?
But Ye Zhibing didn't give Huang Beard any time to think about this problem, and continued to stab him, and there was a deep bone wound on Huang Beard's wrist.

Blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain.

The yellow beard screamed, threw the knife, disregarding the dignity of the elder brother, and screamed in pain.

Ye Zhibing waited patiently for their cries for their father and mother. It is a normal reaction for people to cry out for pain when they are injured, so he will not force others.

After a while, Ye Zhibing walked up to Huang Huzi, kicked him, and asked with a smile, "Just now you said you were going to send me home, right?"

Yellow Beard recovered from the pain, smiled wryly and said, "I..."

He wondered in his mind how Ye Zhibing would deal with him, the "defeated general", whether he should be sent back to the West with an eye for an eye, or a small punishment and a big punishment?
Ye Zhibing brandished his knife, impatiently talking nonsense with Yellow Beard, he still had things to do.

I have already established rules. Although God has the virtue of being good at life and I will not kill people, I still have to implement my "rules".

If you challenge the rules set by Ye Zhibing, you must be aware of paying the price.

Ye Zhibing laughed, "Boy, have you heard of my rules before you came to me?"

Yellow Beard glanced at Ye Zhibing, but didn't dare to answer, he had asked about the rules, but he didn't take it to heart.

"Why, don't you know? Then I'll spend a little time and tell you."

Ye Zhibing explained his own rules, and then asked Huang Huzi: "Do you know what to do now?"

Yellow Beard didn't expect that Ye Zhibing would really enforce such rules, he is so ruthless!

This is Huang Huzi's evaluation of Ye Zhibing in his heart.

Ye Zhibing didn't care what Huang Beard thought of him, that was his business.

My business is to enforce my own rules.

"Hurry up, or I'll cut off one of your hands."

Ye Zhibing rolled his eyes to let these people know that he was not that easy to talk to.

When it's time to act, you should act, don't whine and chatter endlessly.

The yellow beard was speechless. After thinking about it for a while, it was still less expensive to pay for a finger than for a hand.

People seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and the yellow beard is no exception.

"I am willing to cut off a finger and apologize to you, Mr. Ye."

Yellow Beard finally made a decision.

Ye Zhibing nodded, "Okay, just one finger, hurry up, I don't have much patience."

Yellow Beard struggled to sit up, picked up a machete, and looked at his fingers.

"what!"

The yellow beard yelled and cut off a finger with a knife.

The pain from the broken finger caused cold sweat to break out on the yellow beard's forehead.

Ye Zhibing saw that Huang Huzi had finished carrying out his own rules, so he said to the other younger brothers: "Your elder brother has already done it, so you know how to do it."

All the little brothers saw the scene just now, and they didn't expect such a fate to befall them so soon.

The little brothers were terrified, the wound on the wrist hadn't healed yet, and another wound was about to be added. This is so tragic that I can't express it in words.

"Brother, please forgive me."

A younger brother didn't want to lose his finger, so he begged Ye Zhibing for mercy.

"Yes, brother, please spare us, we have no other choice."

Someone started it, and there was an endless stream of people begging for mercy, and some people knelt in front of Ye Zhibing to show their sincerity.

Ye Zhibing thought for a while, the yellow beard is the culprit, and the culprit has already been punished, should these little shrimps continue to be punished?
He thought for a while, then looked up at the younger brothers who were full of expectations, "No, I once swore that my rules will not be compromised."