Chapter 112: Tragic Characters

"Seventh brother, this little thing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info we are specialized in this business. will definitely make this old Wang Ba remember today for the rest of his life. Qizi's subordinates laughed, holding a large steel bar in their hands and gently tapping them in their hands as they walked towards Wuxin.

"Seventh brother, don't, he's my husband. Who broke it and gave me living expenses every month? Who buys me LV, who gives me a beauty card, who ......" Qian Yueyue snorted, and licked it on Qizi's face as Wuxin's face.

This woman is really a vixen, as well-behaved as a kitten.

Ushin is really a tragic figure.

Could it be that it is true that his stick is useless as the seventh son said?

Therefore, my wife Hongxing can only open her eyes and close her eyes when she goes out of the wall, who told you not to?

"Don't worry, Xiao Yueyue, my brother's younger brothers are measured. It's just a matter of letting him lie in the hospital for a few days. The seventh son looked at Wu Xin with contempt.

This guy is unscrupulous to the point of having no bottom line and no discipline.

"Ye Bufei, today you help me beat them down hard. Especially the seventh son, he doesn't count the disabled. I will take care of the aftermath of everything, and the reward will be 100,000 yuan. Wu Xin was so angry that he roared like a mad dog.

"Hehe, brother's fist is very expensive. There is no 50,000 or 60,000 brother in one punch who is too lazy to use it. Ye Bufei leaned on the sofa and took out the cigarette, stretched out his finger and flicked it on the box, pulled out a leisurely point, and spit out a qualified super cow smoke ring.

If it had been the previous time, Ye Bufei would have stood up and waited for it.

Now, the seventh son is just a pile of shit in his eyes.

This is the gap between vision and strength, this kind of goods, Brother Fei can't look down on him anymore, and he feels like a loser if he wants to treat him as an opponent.

"Fifty thousand in one punch?" Wu Xin's lips twitched painfully, and then he patrolled his own set of more than 200 square meters of the building, and then looked at a few smiling gangsters approaching him, the old man gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, deal, one punch of 50,000 is 50,000." ”

"Okay!"

Horn ......

The powerful King Kong punch is like the wind, the wind is like a tide, the shadow is swaying, Ye Bufei only used two points of strength, and soon, there were a bunch of people lying on the ground, all singing songs of pain.

"Not much, just twenty punches, brother will help you save punches. Look at your doubly sincere sake, brother will give you a 10% discount. Ye Bufei blew into his fist, and his eyes fell on Qizi's face.

Qizi was stunned for a moment, and pushed Qian Yueyue, the human flesh stuck to him, to the ground like pushing garbage.

Call!

This guy is really a fierce man, his muscles are bulging, his internal strength is explosive, and an iron rod slashes at Ye Bufei with a super strong wind and undisciplined roaring.

It's just that Ye Bufei only lightly stretched out two fingers.

Nima, can your two-finger Zen be able to resist the master of the sea lantern?

What we use is an iron rod, a rather thick steel bar, much larger than the Chundu brand sausage.

Qizi scolded contemptuously in his heart, but the next moment, Ye Bufei grabbed Qizi's iron rod that could send people into the Disabled Persons' Federation in an instant with a relaxed face.

Qizi held back his strength, he roared, his muscles bulged out like a lump, and the abundant internal strength pressed into the muscles of his arms.

He tried to pull out the iron rod. It's just that the iron rod is as stable as Mount Tai to give Ye Bufei firmly sandwiched between the two fingers.

Qizi's face instantly turned red, this guy understood, he kicked the iron plate today. No, it hit the iron wall.

That two-finger Zen seems to be much better than that mage.

"Brother Fei, one hundred thousand punches, you can help me beat Wuxin's old Wang Ba to the point that he doesn't even know his mother." Qizi must be familiar with thick black science, and when he sees the wind, the rudder's appearance is off the charts. Moreover, he is willing to throw money at critical moments.

"Mmmm, one hundred thousand punches, it seems to be not bad, my brother is short of money to spend." Ye Bufei touched his chin and nodded again and again, Wu Xin was so frightened that he didn't react, and before he could react, he bang......

His eyes flickered, and a heart-rending pain came, and he collapsed to the ground and snorted.

I don't know how many punches I have received on my body, and I am afraid that many bones have been broken.

As for that head, it's so frighteningly inflated that he's not going to know him.

"Not much, twenty punches, for the sake of you being so rich, with Mr. Wu, brother will give you all a nine-percent discount." Ye Bufei blew his fist again, and the refreshment in his heart.

Lao Tzu's fist is too valuable, just dance a few times casually, and get two or three million. Faster than robbing a bank.

"Handsome guy, don't hit me, you can do whatever you want.

Bed * brother kung fu you can ask Brother Qi, my Qian Yueyue is not blowing, every time he can make him cool until he flies.

The cry can be heard from one floor to the next.

Therefore, every time my husband goes out, he will always meet the teasing eyes of the neighbors' aunts and sisters-in-law.

But how did they know that my husband was long gone.

I drank tonic medicine every day and ate domestic viagra, but the stick still didn't respond at all. Qian Yueyue saw Ye Bufei's eyes fall on herself, and she was so frightened that she hurriedly said.

"Come on, that's free. My brother likes 'private cars', and there are a lot of people sitting on your 'buses'. Ye Bufei suddenly felt a chill - he wanted to vomit.

This very few women can have no discipline, but it is really quite sad to have no discipline to this extent.

Of course, if you change to Cai Zhenqiu and Song Qiaoyu's type, my brother just wants to tell them - come on, my brother likes you to have no discipline.

"Ye Bufei, I'll make a deal with you." Wu Xin's nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he opened his mouth with difficulty as he was verbose.

"You can speak up first." Ye Bufei nodded with a serious face. When talking about business, you have to have a posture to talk about business.

"You beat the seventh son to me like this, one punch of 120,000." Ushin shouted as he vomited blood.

"Wuxin, you bastard, yesterday I asked you to give me 100,000 yuan to change the watch, and you said you had no money. Where did you get that much money? The wife was furious, pounced on it and bit Wu Xin twice.

Honestly, it was by no means a false story, because there were two more rows of tooth marks on Wuxin's face.

"You crazy woman, you think Lao Tzu is stupid. Give you money, give you to drink and go shopping with men. Can't you even have to pay for the bed? Wu Xin casually touched a teacup, a cup passed, Cheng Biting Jin's first move - cutting off his head.

Of course, Ushin was improved to a smashing head.

There was a muffled crack, and the vixen's forehead was red.

Boom......

Another series of explosions came, mixed with the miserable cries of the seven sons.

In just ten seconds, Qizi and Wuxin both rolled to the ground, a pair of rotten brothers.

"Alright, the deal is over, you two, it's time to pay. The transfer of cash brother did not refuse. Ye Bufei took out his bank card, and he was not afraid that the two cowardly grasshoppers would dare to settle accounts after the autumn.

The strength is off the charts, the confidence is off the charts, and the appearance is off the charts......

"I'll transfer it to you directly through online banking." Qizi trembled and got up, but fortunately, the leather bag in his hand was placed on the table next to him first.

Wuxin also got up and played with his mobile phone......

"By the way, Mr. Wu, you should have a lot of inventory in the safe, take 300,000 in cash, and the rest of the transfer is." Ye Bufei kindly confessed.

Soon, Ding Dong!

Ye Bufei felt that the SMS ringtones that usually don't feel good were particularly wonderful today.

took out his phone and glanced at it, and said with a smile, "Yes, you have a lot of credit." If you need to trade next time, you can call me directly. No thanks, brother is a living Lei Feng. ”

"Yes, yes." Qizi nodded again and again, but the smile he squeezed out was really not good-looking.

You devil, TMT's Lao Tzu never wants to see you again.

Still trading a fart? That's two million......

Soon, Ding Dong! It's beautiful music again.