71: C71 Brother Yu

C71 Brother Yu

"F * ck you, fork …" Wrong! "

The pain in his leg almost made yellow-hair faint, but in comparison, the numbness in his arms seemed insignificant.

The yellow-hair cursed in a hoarse voice while enduring the pain in his leg.

"That's right."

Ye Mo smiled, grabbed the yellow-hair's wrist, and twisted it again and again. Then, he removed the yellow-hair's forearm as if he was twisting a screw.

"Oh, no, you're right. Maybe you're wrong."

Ye Mo looked at yellow-hair's limp arm and pulled out the silver needle.

"Ah!" "Holy sh * t!

It was the same as his leg, and even more so, the pain was like a chisel, striking the yellow-hair's spirit time and time again.

"Do you want more?"

Ye Mo squatted beside yellow-hair and asked.

All of the hoodlums were scared silly, they just stood there, not daring to move at all.

"If you don't want to prick, then don't want to prick."

Ye Mo looked indifferent as he grabbed the yellow-hair's other hand. Then, he turned around slightly and slapped his knuckles.

The sound of bones cracking filled the air.

The yellow-hair rolled his eyes and straightforwardly walked over.

"I'm sorry, I hate people pointing weapons at my head the most."

Ye Mo stood up and said to the other hoodlums in an indifferent tone.

"You, you, you, you … You're finished! Do you know who you've offended? "

Looking at the yellow-hair's miserable appearance, the rest of the hoodlums had already lost their souls. Ye Mo's previous appearance was too scary. He was obviously smiling, but his ferocious attacks made them, who were used to hitting the other hoodlums, shocked.

"Oh? Tell me, who did he offend? "

A deep voice sounded from behind the hoodlum.

The bullies didn't even have time to react before a person suddenly appeared behind them, and they all jumped away with a "hua" sound.

The thug didn't leave, because an unusually thick, palm-leaf fan-like hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"Speak, who sent you?"

Zong Hu glanced at the dead yellow-hair. His heart trembled. Then, he used some strength in his hand and shouted at the hoodlum.

"Ah!" It was Ma Qi! Ma Qi! Great Master, you are about to break my shoulder by tapping me lightly!

The hoodlum howled miserably. Zong Hu's bear paw was placed on his shoulder as if it was really held by a bear. Even his bones were emitting faint sounds.

Humph, be contented. Being in that man's hands is even more miserable for you.

Zong Hu lost interest when he saw this hoodlum's cowardly look. The ones that sent out this sort of pus couldn't be the families that he thought of. If it was them, they wouldn't be able to afford to lose that person.

So this was a small matter.

Ye Mo wasn't surprised to hear this hoodlum say Ma Qi. With Ma Qi's character, it was impossible for him to not take revenge after losing face in front of so many people.

"Ye Mo, these people?"

Zong Hu was a bit puzzled. Ye Mo didn't seem like the kind of person who enjoyed torturing people.

But this yellow-hair was simply too miserable.

Ye Mo sighed.

Squatting down, Ye Mo put his hand on the yellow hair's leg, twisted and pressed, then fiercely twisted, causing the yellow hair's reverse leg to return to normal. Ye Mo then treated the yellow hair's two arms in succession, and finally took out a small bottle, poured out some black paste medicine on the affected area.

"He's not in a good mood after drinking. He's fine now. Carry him to the hospital. Don't get rid of these ointments."

Ye Mo waved at the hoodlums that wanted to run but did not dare to.

After his heart calmed down, Ye Mo was blown away by the river wind for a while.

"You … "You're willing to let us go?"

One of the hoodlums tremblingly asked.

The other two also lowered their bodies, not daring to look Ye Mo in the eye. Ye Mo's previous appearance was too terrifying.

Ye Mo shook his head helplessly. He took out his wallet, pulled out his ID and card and directly threw them to a hoodlum, causing the hoodlum to hug his head and kneel down.

"Use the money inside as medical fees. Don't touch the ointment, it won't leave anything disabled. It'll only take a month to leave the hospital."

"Oh? There was such a good thing? Then you have to leave me a few bottles. "

Zong Hu let go of the hoodlum he had captured and said.

"What do you need this for? Even if I gave you a few bottles, you wouldn't be able to use it. When the time comes, you'll have me."

Ye Mo waved his hand. It wasn't easy to mix this stuff. He only had this bottle on him, so it would be a waste to give it to Zong Hu. Therefore, he got up and walked towards where Zong Hu parked his car.

"Who doesn't have a few brothers? Give me a few bottles, I owe you one!"

Zong Hu followed and the two of them left the area without looking back.

Only after seeing the two of them walk away did one of the hoodlums dare to reach out to pick up his wallet.

He had thought that the other party would just give him a few hundred yuan or a pile of change to humiliate him, but he didn't expect that after opening it, he would see that it was full of red notes and a bank card that didn't need a password.

"Brother Yu, this …"

After seeing the money in his wallet, the hoodlum was clearly a bit shocked. He turned around and looked towards the hoodlum that was held hostage by Zong Hu.

The hoodlum who was being held hostage no longer had any fear on his face. Instead, his face was incomparably gloomy.

"Damn it!" This Lei was really stupid! "

Brother Yu, the hoodlum spat and said while gnashing his teeth.

"A person with such terrifying means to distinguish between kindness and hatred, that bastard actually duped us into calling him an ordinary intern?!"

"Brother Yu, are you saying that the person who got involved wasn't an ordinary person?"

This group of people was obviously headed by this Brother Yu. The yellow-hair was just a deceptive cannon fodder.1

"Nonsense!" Furthermore, the person who caught me, no matter how I look at him, seems to me like that person.

Brother Yu leaned over and gently poked the ointment on yellow-hair's body.

"Which one?"

The other hoodlum was also very puzzled.

"The one beside him."

Brother Yu's thumb and middle finger pinched together as he spoke in a low voice.

The three hoodlums immediately had terrified expressions. They felt like they had just walked in a circle in the hall of the underworld!

"First aid, be careful when you lift the yellow hair later, don't shave that ointment!" "If you delay yellow-hair's recovery, then I'll break your legs and lie down with him!"

Brother Yu said coldly.

"F * ck, that bastard Ma Qi is pushing us into a fire pit. We can't just let this go like that!"

Hearing that, the other three hoodlums' expressions also became fierce. Today, they almost bumped into that old man, but when they thought about Ye Mo's methods, they felt their scalps go numb!

And all of this was because of Ma Qi!

"..."

Zong Hu drove on the road with Ye Mo.

"I originally wanted to have a drink with you, but now I think it's better for me to drink some tea."

Zong Hu said as he looked at Ye Mo's slightly gloomy expression.

"I think it's better to drink some tea. I've been getting a bit impatient recently."

Ye Mo rubbed his face, then changed his position and laid down in the seat.

"Take your time. Seventh Master said that he thinks very highly of you."

Zong Hu turned his head and looked at Ye Mo, who had returned to his normal state.

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