Underworld Pass

"Hey, this kid is really ruthless. This method, maybe it's Jeet Kune Do, it doesn't look like it, it looks faster and sharper, maybe it's Wing Chun, it's okay, kid!"

The fourth master originally wanted to practice, but Ye Fan didn't give him the chance. From the moment Ye Fan made a move, it was not only the blessing of Wing Chun and Ip Man, but also the accumulation of Ye Fan's 90 years of skill.

When multiplied in this way, it is not as simple as one plus one equals two. The result is that with one punch and one kick, Ye Fan will beat a strong-looking big man to the ground. What's more, Ye Fan is so ruthless that he breaks his hands and feet with a light blow.

If he were to treat kind-hearted ordinary people, Ye Fan would never do such a heavy hand, but the value of good and evil on these guys is neither too much nor too little, and they all hover around ten o'clock.

"Then what, run, run—"

Seeing that Ye Fan hit the two of them in an instant, and crippled their hands and feet along the way, that cruel method made anyone's scalp explode.

This is still a human, this is simply a humanoid beast, this speed, this strength, is too terrifying.

So much so that the remaining gangsters, as well as the little six who led them, also trembled at this moment, turned around and wanted to run.

But the moment they turned their heads, they were stunned.

Ye Fan smiled and said: "I still want to leave, but I have committed public anger and even wanted to stab our fourth master with a knife. This is a bit too much."

In fact, even these guys didn't expect that there would be at least [-] residents rushing around here, holding shovels and other things in their hands to stop them, all of them had red eyes, gritted their teeth, and looked at them with hatred.

They didn't even doubt that this group of people would definitely smash the shovel, club and other objects when they rushed over. At that time, the result of being attacked by the group would be much worse than being crippled by Ye Fan.

"Come on, come on, keep practicing."

Ye Fan shook his wrist slightly, smiled charmingly, and forced towards Little Six and the others.

"and many more--"

Seeing that Ye Fan was about to walk over, there were more and more people behind him, all of them fierce, no matter men, women, old or young, when they looked at them, their gazes were filled with hatred, and they wished they could swallow these bastards alive.

Seeing that Ye Fan stopped and Fourth Master looked over curiously, Little Six breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat off his fat face, and said, "I, can I make a phone call?"

"Call someone?"

Fourth Master snorted and said, "Ye Fan, don't give him a chance!"

"Yeah, don't let him call!"

At this time, some people in the crowd shouted, but they knew that this little six was a demolition team with dozens of people. Those guys, all of them were [-] or [-] years old.

"It's okay, let's call, I want to see if you called more people, or I called more people!"

Ye Fan chuckled, pressed the Bluetooth headset beside his ear casually, and said, "Jarvis connected to Lai Jingchen, and asked him to call someone over for me, so hurry up."

'Yes, sir! '

After Jarvis responded, he went to deal with it.

On the other hand, Little Six took a dumbfounded look at Ye Fan, and asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

"An ordinary person."

Ye Fan chuckled, and said, "Didn't you want to call someone? Call, I'll watch you call."

"You, really want me to fight?"

Little Six was afraid that when he was on the phone, Ye Fan would jump over and cripple him, so he was also a little nervous.

"A gentleman's word."

Ye Fan smiled slightly, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Fourth Master took a strange look at Ye Fan, thinking, this kid is not simple, it seems that he should have some connections in Shangjing, otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to be so crazy.

"Okay, there is a kind!"

Little Six gave Ye Fan a thumbs up, then dialed the phone directly, and shouted, "Come on, come here, all of you are here in the nail house Zhang Quan, hurry up, don't care, I'm about to be beaten to death!"

Xiao Liuzi, who yelled at the phone, felt that someone was chasing him, and he scolded: "What are you dragging, you didn't see my tune-uh-"

Little Six stared in astonishment at Ye Fan, who had arrived in front of him and was smiling at him, swallowed his saliva, and said, "No, then what, I, I am called someone, you let me."

"I made it, but I told you to call it, and you call it, are you too obedient, to be honest, you are very obedient and obedient, but what—"

Ye Fan smiled slightly, and when Little Six heard the word "but", he trembled, "No, your sister, it's over!"
Snapped--

Without any hesitation, Ye Fan slapped Little Six on the face. Looking at the fiery red palm print on his fat face, Ye Fan immediately grabbed Little Six by the neck. Seeing him staring at him in astonishment, Ye Fan joked and said, "If you want to hit you, hit you. I'll let you eat shit. Why don't you eat it? Are you so timid?"

"me--"

The aggrieved little six is ​​extremely uncomfortable, big brother, you agreed to call me, don't you call me too, it's only fair.

But without giving him a chance to explain, Ye Fan raised his fist and hit him on the cheek.

This punch was really ruthless. Under this punch, three broken teeth were thrown out of Little Six's mouth. The hurt Little Six let out a groan, screaming like killing a pig, and Ye Fan felt a bit of a headache when he heard it.

After all, it was said that Fatty sang well, his lung capacity was already there, and this little six was not easy. After punching himself again, the voice that was originally a bit like a tenor had changed into a dolphin voice at this time.

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't know if the next leather hammer can turn into a sheep's voice!"

Ye Fan, who tried it out of curiosity, punched Xiaoliuzi again in the face where his mouth was bleeding and half of his face was swollen.

But this time, there was no sound, Ye Fan glanced at the little six in his hand in surprise, oh shit, I'm dizzy!

"Useless things!"

After throwing the big fat piece of Little Six on the ground, Ye Fan raised his foot and stepped on his face, grinning at the gangsters who had already retreated several steps in fright, and said, "What's the matter, wait for someone to rescue you?"

what?
When the gangsters heard this, they couldn't help but glanced at each other. They seemed to understand that Ye Fan would definitely not let them go at this time, and they all gritted their teeth, determined to fight hard.

"What's the matter, want to do it?"

Ye Fan chuckled and said, "Since you want to do something, why are you standing still, come on."

"I'll go to you—"

"Who are you scaring? You, try your best. If you don't believe me, you won't die!"

These gangsters, speaking an authentic Beijing accent, rushed towards Ye Fan one by one, very fast, and the switchblades in their hands were glowing with a palpitating chill.

Snapped--

But before Ye Fan could make a move, an old man behind those gangsters rushed over with a shovel without a word, and directly hit the back of a gangster's head with a shovel. This old man's strength is not small.

The bastard who was running around in a daze turned his head in surprise, his eyes twirled back and forth, he wanted to find the direction of the old man, but before he could see anything, he felt a black shadow approaching, and the old man dropped another shovel, directly hitting his forehead.

With a bang, the gangster fell to the ground miserably, with blood all over his face, and fainted to death on the ground.

The fourth master couldn't help but blinked, looked at the old man in astonishment, Ye Fan was also a little confused, the gangsters who were about to attack Ye Fan saw that the old man was also looking at the shovel in his hand stupidly, coughed dryly, and said: "What, mistake, mistake."

The old man who was talking retreated back embarrassingly, while Ye Fan laughed loudly, gave the old man a thumbs up, and said, "Grandpa, thank you."

What this old man did was more than powerful, it was simply a legendary assist from a god.

"You have a horse!"

There are gangsters carrying switchblades, Fourth Master can't do it, they are authentic old guns, it's easy to single out a few of them, and this Ye Fan is even more ruthless, let alone provoked.

Therefore, the persimmons should be pinched first, maybe they can treat this old man as a soft persimmon, and then there will be a way to survive, at least until the reinforcements arrive, right?

The bastards with this idea turned around and rushed towards the old man.

bang——

But just when these few people were about to attack the old man who was also startled, Ye Fan raised the bright silver pistol in his hand, watched the blue smoke slowly emerging from the muzzle, and blew slowly.

Your sister is a little hot!

Ye Fan endured the high temperature of the gun, and said in his heart that those scenes in the movie should not be believed anymore, they are purely bluffing.

"Uh--"

"Gun, gun—"

The gangsters looked at the gun in Ye Fan's hand in shock, and were a little confused for a while.

Fuck, bro, it's against the law to own a gun.

"Evan."

Fourth master also didn't expect that Ye Fan would bring such a tough guy with him, so he was a little surprised for a while.

"Come here, put your head in your hands and kneel down."

Ye Fan pointed his gun at those guys, and on some pretty faces, there was a little bit of cold light in his eyes with evil eyes.

Uh--

After those gangsters glanced at each other, how could they dare to be shy, they hurriedly dropped the dagger in their hands, ran to Ye Fan's side, knelt down with just such a plop, surprisingly obedient.

"Is that true? It would have been fine earlier."

Ye Fan chuckled, he didn't care about the astonished eyes of the people around him and the Fourth Master who was looking at him, but slowly looked towards the gate, took out a cigarette, and lit one.

"Who dares to touch our sixth brother, die!"

Only one person came in blah blah, followed by a lot of people, all of them with tattoos of dragons and tigers. It was not a good bird at first glance.