"Tell me, where are you messing around, isn't it too unruly to carry a shell on our iron rat's territory?"

After all, he was mixed, even if he was unhappy with Ye Qingsoul, Han Xiaolong didn't make a move as soon as he came up, but coldly accused him of being unruly.

In fact, to a certain extent, many people in mixed society are quite similar to those princes who were in the old feudal years and went around to conquer.

For example, before the princes go to war, they often have to write a letter against the thief, in which they list the crimes of the enemy.

And these social people also like to state the other party's fault before making a move, so as to give themselves the moral upper hand.

Many people in mixed society, before doing things, often follow the word "reason" in their hearts.

In Han Xiaolong's opinion, Ye Qingsoul's means of countering himself are clearly what only a skilled old pickpocket should have, this guy and himself are simply peers!

As a peer, but violating one's own territory, this is injustice!

Ye Qingsoul put down the teacup, glanced at him, and said calmly: "You misunderstood, we are not on the same path, and I don't have to follow your rules." ”

"Isn't it a road? Hmph, let me see your hands!"

Han Xiaolong sneered, strode forward, and reached the opposite side of Ye Qingsoul with one butt, staring at his hand for a while.

The thief is not something that anyone can do if they want to.

Forget about ordinary thieves, the real thieves with teachers are all kung fu, foundation, and threshold.

They have to go through all kinds of training since they were young, such as soap flakes in ice water, copper coins in rice jars, and beans that have fallen on the ground.

On the one hand, the various types of training make their fingers extremely flexible, and on the other hand, they also bring them very different appearance characteristics from ordinary people.

This difference is mainly reflected in the hands, professional thieves, generally the index and middle fingers are significantly longer than ordinary people, and because of regular training, they are also thicker, but they are extremely dexterous.

As soon as Han Xiaolong sat down, he stared at Ye Qingsoul's palm for a while.

As a result, the strange thing is that whether it is Ye Qingsoul's left hand or right hand, it is the same slender and powerful, fair-skinned, warm, and even looks better than a girl's hand.

This should be a pair of hands that belong to a peerless pianist.

Han Xiaolong was stunned for a moment, and there was obvious doubt in his eyes.

"It doesn't make sense......"

He muttered.

In his opinion, Ye Qing's soul is clearly his peers, and his ability to carry a shell in one hand is even a few points stronger than himself, and he has definitely practiced very hard.

Of course, the main reason why Han Xiaolong was willing to bow down was that he thought he was still young, and when he reached the age of Ye Qingsoul, he was confident that he would not lose to any of his peers.

However, if Ye Qingsoul had really undergone professional training, how could he not see a trace of his hands?

That's clearly a pair of well-maintained hands!

"Have you seen enough?"

Ye Qingsoul looked at him with a smile, stretched his palm casually, and easily made all kinds of difficult movements between the ten fingers flying.

Han Xiaolong looked at this scene in a daze, feeling as if his worldview had been shattered.

How can a human palm be supple to that extent?

It looks as if the bones don't exist at all!

You must know that his hands already think they are dexterous, and all kinds of finger exercises popular on the Internet have never stumped him, but after seeing Ye Qingsoul today, he even felt that his hands were as stupid as pig's trotters in front of others.

Han Xiaolong began to doubt himself, this level, even if he was in another twenty years, could he reach it?

"You...... Who the hell are you?"

He looked at Ye Qingsoul in a daze, and subconsciously asked.

Ye Qingsoul turned the teacup and said leisurely: "I told you a long time ago that I am not the same person as you. If you think I'm here to break your rules, you can leave now. I just did that to teach you a lesson. ”

He said it lightly, as if to say: The reason why I slapped you was simply because I didn't like you.

Han Xiaolong's face turned red, he was obviously the leader of this group, so he didn't move at the moment, and neither did the others.

From this point of view, this so-called "iron rat" seems to be much more disciplined than Long Xing, at least the restraint on his subordinates is still in place.

"What kind of thing are you, and you dare to teach me a lesson?"

Syllable!

Han Xiaolong suddenly slapped the table, stood up suddenly, pointed at Ye Qingsoul and said, "Bastard, do you know what Lao Tzu's identity is in the iron rat? You dare to teach Lao Tzu a lesson? You are hitting the iron rat in the face!"

As he fell, the group of people behind him suddenly rushed up, all looking unkind and murderous.

If it were an ordinary person, he might have been scared at this moment.

But Ye Qingsoul's expression remained unchanged, even when Han Xiaolong slapped the table so hard just now, he didn't even shake the teacup in front of him, and the hot tea in the cup was even more stable, without even a trace of water streaks.

It's a pity that no one noticed this strange scene.

Ye Qingsoul took a sip of tea, and before he could speak, Han Xiaolong burst into annoyance and shouted: "Groove! It's a time, and you dare to give Lao Tzu tea!"

"Brothers, hit me! Lao Tzu is going to abolish this grandson's hand today!"

"Kill him!"

......

In an instant, everyone rushed up and frantically pounced on Ye Qing's soul.

Han Xiaolong was at the front, and he was also the first to make a move, and he hit Ye Qingsoul's face with one punch, if this punch hit, it would definitely break the bridge of his nose.

Ye Qingsoul sighed, the teacup in his hand suddenly raised, and then with a fierce wave, the hot tea instantly splashed towards Han Xiaolong.

Poured directly into the face!

"Ahh

Han Xiaolong screamed, his movements suddenly became unshapely, and he covered his eyes and shouted.

Some of the tea just now even splashed directly into his eyes.

Seeing this scene, everyone else couldn't help but move, but at this time, Ye Qingsoul had already gotten up, holding two chopsticks in his hand, and stabbed towards the two men in front of him!

Whew!

The two men let out a muffled snort at the same time, only to feel a tingle in the part where they were stabbed, and one leg suddenly lost its strength, and fell down screaming crookedly.

The others were about to continue to move, but Ye Qingsoul moved faster, picked up the bench on the side, and smashed it hard.

......

A few minutes later, except for Ye Qing's soul, only a group of staggered and unshaped, unreformed minions fell to the side, and Han Xiaolong covered his eyes even harder, and he didn't recover until now.

What an iron rat, completely become a group of "waste rats"!