"Ahh Xiao Huang Mao fainted directly and fainted to the ground.

Time to go!

Since the internal strength of Wing Chun has been completed, Li Yifan's facial features have become extremely sharp. If you drop a needle within thirty steps, you can hear it clearly.

At this moment, he heard a car stopped in the distance and a group of people got out of the car. They're coming in the direction of this dilapidated warehouse!

Judging by the pace of this group of people, they are well-trained and do not seem to be ordinary people. Among them, there is a person's footsteps, lifting weights like light, seemingly nothing, it can be seen that he is undoubtedly a kung fu master.

Li Yifan didn't say a word, he directly dragged down the big waist bag hanging from Fei Ge's waist, and stuffed the other small half of the red banknote on the table directly into it.

The old warehouse is very high, about ten meters long.

There are several ventilated windows on the mezzanine level on the second floor, but there are no stairs to go up. Because the little yellow-haired Feige set up a gambling game here, in order to prevent people from slipping away after winning, the two back doors on the first floor were boarded to death.

Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, Li Yifan glanced around slightly, ran up, jumped high, and with the force of a step on the pillar, he went up to the mezzanine on the second floor in the blink of an eye. Flip through the back window and leave calmly.

The whole process was clean and smooth, and the ten little brothers who fell to the ground were dumbfounded.

After a while, four big men in black suits walked into the warehouse, and the last one to enter was wearing a white Tang suit, about forty years old, and looked very stylish.

Seeing these people coming in, more than a dozen junior brothers obviously knew each other. I couldn't help but be silent, and I didn't breathe.

One of the four men in a suit found Xiao Huang Mao dead on the floor, and without saying a word, went to the pool to fetch a bucket of tap water. Directly poured on the other party's body.

"Who the fuck splashed me with water?"

After pouring a bucket of water, Xiao Huangmao instantly sobered up and scolded. But when his eyes fell on the skills of the man in the white Tang suit, he couldn't help but be verbose. Quickly slapped himself more than a dozen times, and his face was swollen before he stopped!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's me who lost my words! Tiger Master, why are you here?"

The person known as the Tiger Master is the behind-the-scenes owner of the Haitian Nightclub, a super bodyguard hired by Xiong Tian with a high salary, and a smiling tiger. Although this person looks kind on the outside, he smiles all day long. But those who know him know that he has always been fierce. Even if someone looks at him twice, he will be interrupted.

It is rumored that the other party was once a famous underground boxing champion in Southeast Asia and a peak master of external strength. Later, because the company he opened was not doing well, he was in debt. Then Xiong Tian took the opportunity to dig him up and became a full-time bodyguard.

"It's been a week! Boss Xiong gave you 100,000 yuan, but he didn't let you eat, drink, prostitute and gamble!"

The Tiger Yama King walked over with a smile on his face and touched the little yellow hair's head, as if he was stroking a dog.

"I ...... I know, I'll do it now! ...... Let's do it!"

Xiao Huangmao just wanted to get up, but suddenly his feet hurt and he collapsed to the ground. Only then did I remember that my feet had been abolished by Li Yifan.

The smiling tiger was slightly stunned, staring at the other party's slightly collapsed kneecap. Stretched out his hand and squeezed it hard.

"Ahh

Little Yellow Hair just wanted to struggle.

"Don't move! I'll kill you again!" the smiling tiger's face sank, and there was murder in his eyes.

This is not just talking, although Xiao Huangmao is sweating profusely in pain, he still bites his lip and does not dare to resist again.

After a few seconds, the smiling tiger withdrew his palm. muttered in his heart, judging from the injuries of this little bastard, it should be a top master. And it just hurt someone, leave!

"Who hurt you?"

"It's the kid that God Bear wants to get rid of!"

"That kid isn't a porcelain toucher!

"Tiger Master...... I...... How dare I lie to you!"

The smiling tiger stood up, glanced at the scene, and muttered for a few seconds, as if he had seen something interesting.