1626: C1626 Be in a Good Mood

C1626 Be in a Good Mood

0The tattooed man finally saw it clearly. Feng Meiya was truly furious. As for the source of his anger, it was coming from this calm-looking young man. No, it should be said that he was their financial backer.

If it wasn't for this guy, how would Feng Meiya need them? If Feng Meiya didn't need them, how would they earn money?

Heh heh, heh heh heh …

The more he thought about it, the more pleased the tattooed man felt. The more spirited he became. Ye Zichen spat on the ground, then walked towards Lin Fann with the stick in his hand.

"Brat, you should have heard what Miss Feng said just now, right?"

Reading through Lin Fann from beginning to end, the tattooed man became more and more disdainful: "Obediently kowtow and admit your wrongs to Miss Feng, otherwise, you'll be screwed if my stick falls."

"Miss Feng, looking at how you are now, you will be in trouble. There is no medicine for regret."

Still looking at Feng Meiya indifferently, Lin Fann joked, "Maybe someone will give you a call later and we can have a chat on this matter in depth."

"You're still so cocky even when you're about to die. Attack! Beat them to death!"

Annoyed by Lin Fann's calm attitude, Feng Meiya cursed angrily, "The more money someone pays, the faster, the faster."

"Brat, you have to endure our attacks."

With that, the tattooed man swung the wooden stick towards Lin Fann's head. If this hit had come true, he would definitely have struck with the heaviest force.

At that time, wouldn't he be the one making the most money?!

His heart was churning as he looked at the descending wooden sticks. He didn't know why, but Lin Fann, who should have been panicking, didn't react at all. In fact, he even had a mocking smile on his face.

With a whistling sound, a wave of pain escaped from his hand. Then, when he looked again at the wooden stick in his hand, a cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "You're done enjoying yourself, it should be my turn, right?"

Satisfying? What's so good about it? How was he finished?

The tattooed man, who was completely confused, looked over. What he saw next was the wooden pole chopping down. And then, well, there was nothing else. His head hurt and his vision went black.

Suction...

The remaining nine lackeys subconsciously took in a breath of cold air, and the wooden sticks that were already in the air all went into a deadlock. Looking at the tattooed man lying on the ground with a head full of blood, their legs couldn't help but tremble.

Their heads had been decapitated! Their boss' heads had been decapitated!

They were too slow to react just now, thinking that the boss would definitely snatch the reward away. But now, it seemed that their reactions were a little slower. Otherwise, it would have been them who were lying on the ground.

"What are you doing?" The same idea as your boss? "

Throwing away the wooden stick in his hand, Lin Fann glanced at his remaining underlings: "I'm in a good mood today, how about it?"

One moment, how could this be?

Heh heh, heh heh heh …

After looking at each other, they all smiled awkwardly before simultaneously throwing away the wooden sticks in their hands. What kind of joke was this? Who the hell would dare to make a move now? Wasn't this clearly courting death?

"It's a misunderstanding, there must be a misunderstanding here. How would we dare to have anything with you, big brother?"

"We're leaving now. Bro, just treat us like fart."

Big brother, you have quite a bit of power.

The remaining nine people all smiled apologetically as they bowed. Then, they dragged the tattooed man whose head had been cut open, quickly running away as if his feet had been smeared with oil. In just a minute, not a single soul was left.

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