"Thirty thousand? My brother spent more than 100,000 yuan just to take down that store, what are you kidding? Isn't this a forcible seizure? Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "The fat man couldn't help but stand up and fight for Mo Feifei.

Mo Feifei couldn't afford to be angry with this kind of SB, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I can't agree to your conditions." ”

Brother Yong took a puff of cigarette, suddenly grabbed the ashtray on the table, and threw it at Mo Feifei, changing his polite attitude just now, and said fiercely: "I TMD will give you 30,000 yuan, and I will already give you face, don't TMD give you face." ”

Sou! The ashtray smashed hard against the fat man's face, and if it really hit it, it should bloom. But when the ashtray was less than ten centimeters away from the fat man's big face plate, Mo Feifei suddenly made a move.

Chemical element!

The ashtray fell into Mo Feifei's hand accurately, and then looked at Mo Feifei's face, his expression was light and light, as if he didn't take it himself.

Unexpectedly, such a quick move was easily resolved by this ordinary-looking hairy boy.

Brother Yong paused, and immediately felt a little unbearable on his face, and he snapped his fingers at the subordinate who had just interjected: "Long hair, teach this little king to understand some rules." ”

The young thug nodded, flicked his wrist, and flung the blade of a butterfly knife out.

He slammed forward, almost rubbing his temples and stabbing into the couch behind him. He sneered and said, "Is there a problem with your ears, what my boss said, you don't understand, do you?" ”

A knife that was close at hand, Mo Feifei didn't blink his eyes, and still said with a smile: "Intimidation is a manifestation of the strong outside, and only the lowest-level gangsters will make this move." ”

This sentence completely provoked many gangsters on the scene (including Brother Yong).

This time, without Brother Yong speaking, the young man with the butterfly knife had already waisted up, pulled out the dagger from the sofa, and stabbed it at Mo's extraordinary arm. He also roared loudly in his mouth: "I'm MD, toast and don't eat and drink." ”

Mo Feifei frowned in disgust, his body flickered, and easily avoided the thug's attack. Then he smiled slightly, pulled his palm slightly, only to hear a crisp sound of Gaba, and the arm of the young gangster was forcibly dislocated by him.

A dislocated arm is not a serious injury, but for ordinary people, the pain is not bearable.

The young thug was so painful that his head was about to explode, his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees with a thud. The other hand, dragging the swinging arm, howled desperately. Seeing this, several other people hurriedly stepped forward to check the situation.

“tmd... This wangba egg broke my arm, Brother Yong, help me kill him. The young thug's face turned red, and his eyes almost burst into flames.

The thugs didn't move, they all looked at Brother Yong, someone had already taken out a knife from his body, just waiting for Brother Yong's order.

Brother Yong had a big bald head on his head, staring at Mo Feifei with grinning teeth, and after a while, he nodded and said, "You dare to move my people in my territory?" ”

When Mo Feifei heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "I didn't want to make trouble, it was your people who made the first move." Before things get worse, you can stop in moderation. I'll just assume that this didn't happen today, otherwise, I won't let you eat and walk around. ”

"Boss, this man looks like he's practiced, do you want to call all the brothers over." A thug next to him said kindly.

Brother Yong shook his head vigorously: "****** Laozi has so many people here, and he can't deal with these two birdmen." Come on, copy guys! ”

Waiting for this sentence, the gangsters immediately took out all the guys. Originally, the fat man thought that these people would use a knife at most, and the steel pipe or something would be enough, but he didn't expect that a person actually took out a double-barreled shotgun from under the sofa cushion. Now, he was indeed a little panicked, and he knew that it would be better to find more helpers.

Seeing that there was a big **** here, the women in the box screamed in fright and ran out.

As soon as they left, the box suddenly became a lot more spacious.

"Give me the gun", the bald brother Yong snatched the shotgun from his subordinates, kicked the coffee table over, his eyes breathed fire, and shouted: "If you don't solve the matter today, none of you will want to leave!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he directly picked up the shotgun and aimed it at Mo Feifei's head. I don't know if I forgot it in a hurry, or just to scare Mo Feifei, the insurance of the shotgun was not opened.

The corners of Mo Feifei's mouth curled slightly, revealing two deep dimples, his two eyes were sharp as knives looking at Brother Yong, and he said quietly: "Do you really want to do it?" ”

"Nonsense." Brother Yong scolded and said, "I'm afraid, why did I go earlier." ”

Seeing the shotgun on Mo Feifei's head, the fat man couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for him. Although he knew that Mo Feifei was very skilled, it was still a lie to be said that he was not afraid at all when he was held with a gun like this.

He was stunned, and said with a smile: "Brother Yong, there is something to say, there is something to say, why make things so stiff, no one will have good fruit to eat if something happens, right?" ”

Brother Yong turned around and said without giving face at all: "Let go of your mother's stinky shit." You hurt my brother, and you still want something to say? Okay, I don't want people to say that I'm a bully. You two bastards, one of you will keep one hand, and the other shop will pay my brother for medical expenses. Okay, let's do it. No way... Hmph...."

Mo Feifei sighed secretly, raised his eyes, looked directly at the other party, and at the same time raised his hand, grabbed the barrel of the gun, and sneered: "If there is a kind, you will shoot, but do you have the guts?" ”

Brother Yong was stunned for a moment, looked at Mo Feifei in surprise, and pretended to roar: "Boy, aren't you afraid of death?" ”

"Afraid! But it can't be me who dies! As he spoke, Mo Feifei's arm lifted up forcefully, moved the barrel of the gun away, and then stood up, grabbed Brother Yong's neck, and said: "It's just that you ride on someone else's head to and pee, you want to take it by force here, you chose the wrong object." ”

As he spoke, he gently slapped Brother Yong's arm, and Brother Yong screamed and let go of the shotgun. After a closer look, the shotgun was actually in Mo Feifei's hands.

"Huh?" Unexpectedly, the other party was so agile, and the faces of Brother Yong and his men changed suddenly. Before Brother Yong could react, Mo Feifei kicked out below.

With a snap, this kick hit Brother Yong's belly. Brother Yong let out a pain and fell directly on the coffee table in front of him, smashing the beer bottles on it all over the ground.

"Playing with guns, huh?" Mo Feifei skillfully opened the safety of the shotgun, and immediately aimed at Brother Yong's eyebrows, and shouted, "Come on." ”

Brother Yong felt the thick murderous aura emanating from Mo Feifei's body, and his pants were so frightened that they were going to get wet.

You must know that this kind of shotgun is not formal, it is homemade, and it can go wrong at any time.

There are twenty or thirty steel balls in the shotgun, and if it goes off, the consequences will be unimaginable.....