And when Chen Zihao saw Ye Wudao coming, he immediately made his whole person relax, and said to Ye Wudao very aggrievedly: "Mr. Ye, these people said that this villa was their place and didn't let us work, and as soon as they came in, they beat my father, and said that as long as we dare to work, they will kill us!"

And after Ye Wudao listened to Chen Zihao's words, his whole face became even more gloomy, and there was a suppressed thunderous anger on his body, and Ye Wudao didn't pay attention to these twenty or thirty people with knives, guns and sticks, but went to see Chen Xiuping's situation.

Fortunately, Chen Xiuping only suffered a flesh wound, and his arm was beaten with a stick, causing his arm bone to be fractured, and there were no other injuries that were too serious, but even so, it made Ye Wudao feel extremely angry.

Ye Wudao used his hand to support Chen Xiuping's fracture to restore his fracture, and then asked Chen Zihao to help him aside to rest, and after he got rid of these bastards, he would help Chen Xiuping treat.

Ye Wudao stood up, walked up to these people with a gloomy face, looked at them without saying a word, and said in a gloomy voice: "Who injured him just now?"

And the 'he' that Ye Wudao refers to is naturally Chen Xiuping, the twenty or thirty people with knives, guns and sticks in their hands are not very old, and they look like they are in their early twenties, and they should be about the same age as Ye Wudao or Chen Zihao.

"You're the owner of this villa?"

A man who looked a little older, but should not be more than thirty years old, held a homemade machete in his hand, the handle of the knife was more than a meter long, he pointed at Ye Wudao with the knife, and said arrogantly.

"I'm asking who injured him just now. Ye Wudao completely ignored him, and didn't even bother to care about who they were.

"That old guy was beaten by me, how about it, you're not convinced?" said a guy with an iron rod in his hand, standing up and groaning.

"Someone will admit it, kneel down, break your own hands and feet, and I will spare you today. Ye Wudao said to him in a cold voice.

"What are you talking about? want me to kneel down? hahaha...... Do you know who I am?" the guy was stunned for a moment, then as if he had heard some funny joke, and he almost couldn't stand up with laughter.

There were more than 30 of them, and this guy was only one person, but he was told to kneel down, and his head was not filled with poop or something? Even if the person with straw in his head knew the current situation better than him.

"If you don't kneel, then you will never kneel in the future!"

After Ye Wudao's cold words fell, he had already arrived at that guy's side, and a clicking sound sounded, and in the blink of an eye, Ye Wudao had returned to his original position, as if he had never moved his hand.

But the guy who injured Chen Xiuping had already fallen to the ground and let out a scream like a pig, his limbs had been broken by Ye Wudao, and it was not an ordinary injury, but a disability that could not be recovered in this life, I am afraid that his future youth can only be spent in bed.

"I'm grass!

The guy with a homemade machete in his hand saw that his accomplice Ji Mao was suddenly knocked to the ground by Ye Wudao, which made him startled, and immediately took the extended machete and slashed at Ye Wudao with one sword.

His machete made a whistling sound, and quickly and calmly slashed at Ye Wudao's head, and it could be seen that he was planning to open the scoop for Ye Wudao.

But it's a pity that he can use this trick to scare those who don't have kung fu, but when it is used against Ye Wudao, it can only be said that he is looking for death.

And Ye Wudao only threw one punch, he didn't see how Ye Wudao punched at all, and when he punched, the fist had already reached his face.

"Bang!", this guy with a homemade machete in his hand flew out like a cannonball, and when he landed, he saw that his face had been knocked down by Ye Wudao's punch, the shape was extremely terrifying and cruel, and even the bridge of his nose was shattered, even if the world's most awesome plastic surgeon came, I am afraid it would be difficult to restore his face and nose to their original appearance.

After Ye Wudao punched him away, he sideways avoided the stick that came from behind, and a reverse elbow passed, and the two rows of teeth of that guy all fell out and flew away, and a few of them were swallowed by him with blood and saliva, even if he had the opportunity to transplant the lost teeth back, he had to pull the teeth out of his buttocks.

I saw that Ye Wudao didn't mean to reason with them at all, no matter whether the other party was holding knives, guns, sticks, or bricks, it made no difference to Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao punched one punch, one punch at a time, although he didn't use internal strength, but he didn't mean to show mercy to his subordinates, and one of the guys was even swung by Ye Wudao's trick Shenlong, hitting his descendants, and kicked him out of a distance of five meters, covering his crotch and screaming miserably.

The last one held an iron rod in his hand, and a stick hit Ye Wudao's back, making a 'bang' sound, Ye Wudao didn't do anything, but made his iron rod bend.

"Did you have a good fight?" Ye Wudao turned around and asked him with a cruel smile.

"Ah...... Ah......h

"Is this guy still human? Isn't he a robot in human skin?" the guy stared dumbfoundedly at the bent iron rod in his hand, his chest rising and falling, like a gasping toad.

"You don't want to be like them and break your own leg. Ye Wudao pointed at him with his finger and said in an eerie tone.

"I ...... I hit. ”

The guy looked left and right, and found that his twenty or thirty companions all fell to the ground without human appearance, which made him frightened, and it was only a blink of an eye, and all of them with weapons in their hands had been put down, and no matter how confident he was, he didn't think he could escape.

The bent iron rod struck his knee, and the guy suddenly let out a heart-rending pain and fell down happily, compared to his accomplices, he was the least injured.

From Ye Wudao's angry action to the process of these thirty or so people all falling down, it took less than three minutes, and these thirty or so guys with weapons in their hands were already lying on the ground and screaming, so painful that they were like killing pigs, and no one could get up.

(End of chapter)