611: C611 Who Exactly Is That Hoodlum?

C611 Who Exactly Is That Hoodlum?

With that, the old man turned around and returned to his booth.

The other vendors on the other booths looked at He Biao's back and started to shake their heads. They thought to themselves that this young man was not bad with his firepower. What could he do if he looked to be almost fifty years old?

In short, everyone present knew what kind of people that group of people were. They looked at He Biao as if he were a fool.

However, how could they know what sort of person He Biao was? After He Biao came up, he didn't waste any time and directly arrived in front of the leader dressed in the most flowery clothing. This guy was just about to curse him: "What the f * ck are you … …"

However, how could He Biao give him a second chance to say something? He was not like Ye Chen, Ye Chen hated evil as if it were an enemy while He Biao was a pure bastard.

The main reason why he wanted to teach them a lesson was because they didn't follow the rules and even bullied little kids. The second reason was because they wanted to get some money out of them.

Because of this, He Biao didn't give this guy any chance to speak and directly slapped him.

A person like He Biao didn't have any thoughts of holding back. After slapping him, he obviously didn't have any strength left. The guy in front of him spat out a mouthful of blood and his teeth fell down along with the blood.

Fresh blood splattered onto He Biao's body. He Biao's face was filled with disgust as he looked at the fellow in front of him. Without saying a word, he kicked him out.

Back then, this guy was famous in the martial arts world because of his bad temper. Moreover, He Biao had spent the past twenty years of his life in the dark. So, he hadn't been baptized by time and society.

He was still as grumpy as before, and his hands were still black.

After one kick, this guy almost vomited his stomach acid. The little girl who was standing at the side was completely dumbfounded. Her two big, watery eyes were motionlessly looking at He Biao.

He Biao gently pushed the little girl to the side, "Alright, you can go now. This is none of your business!"

Just as she finished speaking, the little girl turned around and ran away. She didn't have the slightest bit of hesitation, which stunned He Biao. No matter what, he had helped her out, but he didn't even say a word of thanks?

As expected, times were indeed different.

However, this time, He Biao couldn't care about that. The people in front of him were all surrounding the leader of the group.

"Big Brother, are you alright?"

"Look at me, does it look like I'm fine? F * ck him!" After saying this, he tilted his head and fainted.

The lackeys saw that their boss had fainted and quickly laid their boss flat on the ground. Then, they stood up and scolded He Biao: "Brat, where did you come from? You really don't know anything. Don't tell me you don't know who has the final say in this land? This young noble will let you know everything today! "

After saying that, a few people rushed over and surrounded He Biao. They wanted to press her down to the ground and give her a good beating.

This was because when they bullied the weak, they did the same thing. Today, when they saw He Biao acting so arrogantly towards him, the anger in their lackeys immediately flared up.

However, what they never would have thought of was that in terms of beating people up to be their ancestors, while these brats were still wearing diapers, He Biao had already started to hold his machete and was looking at them.

Thus, even if they used their heels to think, these few brats weren't suitable to be his opponent at all.

Facing this group of fellows, He Biao didn't panic at all. He punched one of them in the face and let it go. Shortly after, a miserable shriek sounded out, and he sent a kick flying towards a kid who had already taken out a saber.

Every punch and kick seemed simple, but only those who were hit would know how much strength was contained in them.

This group of people had either their front teeth knocked out or they were kicked to the ground, spitting acid.

None of them had a good ending, leaving all the surrounding merchants dumbstruck. One by one, they packed up their stalls and left, adding a little trouble to their biochemistry.

He Biao walked up and looked at them. He stretched out his leg to kick the kid beside him: "You were the one who shouted the most just now, right? Why aren't you yelling now? Do you need me to help you?"

But this brat had seen He Biao's power, so how could he dare to continue clamoring. He could only shake his head while shaking it, and even tried to crawl to the side. He was afraid that if He Biao gave him another two attacks, his small life would be completely lost.

However, how could He Biao let it walk away so easily. He pulled it back by its collar, squatted down, and softly said, "Take out all your cash."

The other party was stunned.0

He Biao thought that he hadn't said it clearly, so he repeated what he had said just now. He didn't expect the other party to be even more shocked.

Is my heart a hooligan or are you a hooligan, why does it feel like both sides have swapped identities? He had always been the one stealing others, but today, he didn't expect others to snatch them away!

Seeing this kid lying on the ground with a lifeless look in his eyes and not saying a word, Fang Wei felt like he was playing dumb. He immediately slapped him again, and his face swelled up like a pig's head. It was so painful that he was screaming.

He reached into his pocket and took out his wallet without hesitation.

After stuffing the wallet into He Biao's hands, a smile finally appeared on He Biao's face. Opening the wallet to take a look, there were only a few hundred pieces of cash inside. The smile on his face disappeared as he pointed at the others, "Tell them to take out all of their wallets for me!"

At this moment, they still had other ideas, so they could only obediently take out their wallets and hand them over to He Biao.

After He Biao plundered all of the cash in the purse, he threw all of the wallets to the ground, "Pick all of them up yourself. Don't take the wrong ones!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving behind a bunch of hooligans whose faces were filled with confusion. They lay on the ground, quietly thinking about life, wondering if they had made a mistake. Why does this guy look more like a hooligan than them?

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