"Could it be that today is a good day to settle accounts, just now that woman wanted to settle accounts with me, and now these guys are also going to settle accounts with me?" Xiao Ping secretly complained in his heart, nodded expressionlessly: "Okay, go!"

Xiao Ping was misunderstood by Zhang Yuxin in the hospital before, and he was in a bad mood and was trying to find a place to vent, so Zhao Yong and others took the initiative to send it to the door, how could such a good opportunity be missed?

After the conflict with Xiao Ping two days ago, Zhao Yong didn't dare to underestimate him like before. Seeing that Xiao Ping agreed to go to the alley without hesitation, Zhao Yong couldn't help but muttered in his heart. However, thinking that he had brought five people this time, and also brought two wooden sticks in case of accidents, Zhao Yong's confidence returned, and he glared at Xiao Ping viciously and said, "Go!"

Xiao Ping was surrounded by Zhao Yong and others, and slowly walked towards a secluded alley in the village. He looked relaxed with his hands in his trouser pockets, but in fact, he had quietly turned on the recording function of his new phone.

It didn't take long for a few people to reach the alley. Zhao Yong and a few other thugs divided into two groups and bet Xiao Ping in the middle, all with malicious smiles on their faces. Xiao Ping looked at Zhao Yong coldly as if he didn't feel it at all, "Say, what do you want to do?" ”

Zhao Yong stared at Xiao Ping and said with a smile: "I heard that your kid has recently made a fortune growing vegetables!

Xiao Ping asked calmly, "What if I don't borrow it?"

"Then don't blame us for being rude!" Zhao Yong revealed: "If you don't borrow, you will be borrowed, don't force us to do it!"

"You're robbing like this!"

"We're just robbing!" Zhao Yong completely lost his patience and shouted with a hideous face: "Hurry up and hand over the money, otherwise you will be disabled!"

Finally recorded what he wanted, Xiao Ping quietly closed his phone, gently pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "It's much easier for you to admit that this is a robbery!"

Xiao Ping's attitude made Zhao Yong faintly feel bad, and he couldn't help shouting: "What are you waiting for, call me!"

Before Zhao Yong's words fell, Xiao Ping had already taken the lead. He kicked the nearest person in the lower abdomen so hard that he kicked the guy into a corner and couldn't stand up again. At this time, the other gangsters reacted, and a person strode towards Xiao Ping, and the wooden stick in his hand smashed down with the sound of the wind.

The stick was ruthless and accurate, fast enough for ordinary people to resist. However, in Xiao Ping's eyes, he was really slow, he turned sideways to dodge the wooden stick, and then smashed the opponent's face door with a punch. The bridge of the man's nose made a soft "click" sound, and his nose, which was still quite straight, was crooked to the side at the same time, which had been broken by Xiao Ping's punch.

The unfortunate man let out a scream, backed back with his hands over his nose, and sat down on the ground with his back butt. Xiao Ping casually caught the wooden stick he threw down, and jerked at the three people who rushed up a little later. Xiao Ping's attack angle is tricky and extremely fast, no matter how hard the two thugs try, they can't escape the powerful wooden stick, and they are quickly pumped "wow" and screams.

In recent years, Xiao Ping has been bullied by these guys, and at this time he finally has the opportunity to vent all the years of suffocation in his heart. The wooden sticks rained down on the three gangsters, and soon they couldn't bear Xiao Ping's strength, and they broke off with a "snap" from the middle. As half of the stick fell to the ground, Xiao Ping's attack also stopped. The three thugs who were all wounded fell to the ground and groaned, thanks to Xiao Ping's death, otherwise they would have lost their lives now.

Zhao Yong was stunned and watched as all the subordinates he brought were lying on the ground, and the original hideous expressions had all been replaced by fear. He never imagined that things would turn out like this, Xiao Ping, who could be bullied casually, suddenly became a master, and in the blink of an eye, he knocked down five people, and he didn't look like he was struggling. Zhao Yong looked at his staggered subordinates in a daze, and for a moment he had an unreal feeling that he was dreaming. …,

"Now...... Do you still want to borrow money?" The cold voice pulled Zhao Yong back to reality, and when he came back to his senses, he turned around and ran, hoping that the farther away from Xiao Ping would be.

Xiao Ping did not hesitate to smash the half of the wooden stick in his hand towards Zhao Yong, and Zhao Yong, who was running wildly, only felt a pain in his back, and the whole person involuntarily rolled to the ground. Before Zhao Yong could stand up again, Xiao Ping had already rushed to his side, and stomped this guy's face on the ground and said coldly: "You haven't answered my question yet, do you still want to borrow money?"

At this time, where did Zhao Yong dare to provoke Xiao Ping, and hurriedly said in a vague voice: "No...... Don't borrow it!"

"Good. Xiao Ping nodded slightly, and then kicked Zhao Yong in the face hard. Zhao Yong screamed in pain, opened his mouth and spit out a few bloody teeth.

Xiao Ping didn't look at this guy at all, turned around and walked to the other end of the alley, muttering to himself in a voice that only he heard as he walked: "It seems that today is really a good day for settling accounts......"

Xiao Ping knew very well in his heart that he had suddenly changed from a patient who was suffocated after running a few steps to a master who could fight six without difficulty, and the reason for this was all in the mysterious demon refining pot. The spiritual fluid not only cured Xiao Ping's illness, but also made his body stronger, if it weren't for that, it would be Xiao Ping who fell to the ground and groaned today, not Zhao Yong and his accomplices. Thinking of this, Xiao Ping couldn't help but lift the bag containing jade on his shoulder, and looked forward to what kind of changes the demon refining pot could bring to him in the future.

At the same time as Xiao Ping left, Wang Jian was also probing his brain at the other end of the alley. Although he was afraid of having something to do with someone like Zhao Yong, he couldn't help but ask for leave, and stayed nearby all day to keep an eye on the movements of these gangsters. Wang Jian did this just to see Xiao Ping's miserable appearance with his own eyes, if he could find an opportunity to kick him a few times to get angry, it would naturally be even more perfect.

So when Wang Jian saw Xiao Ping follow Zhao Yong and the others into the alley, he was so excited that even his heartbeat accelerated a lot. Especially when the continuous screams reached Wang Jian's ears, he seemed to see Zhao Yong and others beating Xiao Ping, and he couldn't help but show a smug smile.

When everything calmed down, Wang Jian, who couldn't contain his curiosity, walked quickly towards the alley. He wanted to see Xiao Ping's miserable situation with his own eyes, and then kicked him hard to get out of the evil breath in his chest.

As soon as Wang Jian turned into the alley, he saw Zhao Yong and others, who had a blue nose and swollen face, supporting each other and walking towards him. He didn't expect this situation at all, and his brain was a little short-circuited for a while, so he blurted out and asked, "Brother Yong, how much money did you get from Xiao Ping?"

"Get money?" Zhao Yong, who was missing a few teeth, was furious when he saw Wang Jian, and shouted inarticulately: "It's all your bad idea to blame this little bastard, Lao Tzu wants to settle accounts with you, brothers!"

"What are you doing here? Ouch, don't ...... Stop fighting!" Wang Jian's screams soon sounded in the alley, and it seemed that today was indeed a good day for settling accounts.