Just now, Ma Fan unfolded his consciousness and found that Huang Mao's gang did not go far, but hid in the corner outside the hot pot restaurant, and several people were discussing, and after waiting for Ma Fan and them to come out, several people were ready to come forward to besiege the two. However, it seems that there is another person in the distance, who has been secretly watching this side of the matter. Ma Fan could feel that this person and Huang Mao were not all the way.

After Ma Fan's cultivation during this time, his divine sense has been able to spread about 50 meters out, and his hearing is also rapidly increasing, so he can clearly hear the premeditated plan of the Huangmao people.

"Brother Fan, what are you going to do?" Han Lu couldn't help but ask suspiciously.

"You'll understand in a minute. ”

Ma Fan picked up a piece of hairy belly, scalded it in the pot, and then ate it.

"Big brother, thank you for what happened just now!" At this time, Lao Chen's daughter suddenly said to Han Lu.

"It's nothing, I've always been very enthusiastic about this kind of thing, who told them to bully you!" Han Lu hurriedly stretched out his hands and waved his hands again and again, "Besides, this group of people is simply a social cancer, a scum, and a scum!"

When the girl heard this, her face immediately flushed.

"Ah, big brother, your hand hurts, I'll get you some band-aids. The girl said in surprise suddenly. When Han Lu shook his hand just now, he saw that there seemed to be blood on Han Lu's hands.

Han Lu stretched out his hand and saw that the index finger of his right hand had been cut at some point.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to refuse, Han Lu, who came back to his senses, immediately closed his mouth again. Yes, I finally got this opportunity to have further contact with my sweetheart, and a fool would refuse it.

The girl found a band-aid and an alcohol swab, and was disinfecting Han Lu at this time.

Han Lu looked at the girl in front of him stupidly, smelling the faint smell of shampoo floating from the girl's hair, and couldn't help but get drunk.

"Okay, you move your fingers to see, the shadow doesn't affect the movement of your fingers. The girl had already finished bandaging, and seeing that Han Lu was still looking at her stupidly, she couldn't help but remind with a red face.

"Ah, okay? Thank you. Han Lu moved his fingers, "Your bag is just right, it doesn't affect the activity at all." By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Chen Xiaoxi. The girl didn't refuse again this time, and said weakly, her face couldn't help but blush.

"Chen Xiaoxi, this name is so nice. Han Lu muttered to himself with a stupid look on his face.

Seeing Han Lu's stupid expression, Chen Xiaoxi couldn't help but smile and returned to the cash register with a cotton swab of alcohol.

In any case, Han Lu's career of chasing women has finally made great progress today. The kid was in a good mood, picked up the beer and poured two glasses.

After the two finished eating, Lao Chen refused to accept the money. Later, Han Lu picked up his mobile phone and directly scanned the WeChat QR code, and quickly estimated an amount to pay. Looking at Han Lu's reluctant appearance when he left, Ma Fan couldn't help but feel funny. Just now, Han Lu was not frightened in the face of the encirclement of Huang Mao and a few people, it seems that this kid is a manufacturable material. That's why Ma Fan came out to help. If Han Lu had flinched just now, perhaps the outcome would have been very different.

Out of the hot pot restaurant, Ma Fan took Han Lu and slowly walked towards the hiding place of Huangmao and the others.

At this time, the yellow-haired people were hiding in the bushes around the corner. This is a blind spot that the camera can't illuminate, and several people have been mixed in this area for a long time, and they have long been clear about the location and direction of the camera in this area.

Several people were holding various things in their hands, including bricks, wooden sticks, steel pipes, and Huang Mao even held a watermelon knife in his hand. These things used to help them scare many small traders and other gangsters, and today, they are hiding here just to wait for Ma Fan and them to come out and do a black hand behind their backs.

"No matter how good your kung fu is, you're afraid of kitchen knives!" is the mantra of the yellow-haired group.

Ma Fan pretended not to know and walked unhurriedly towards the corner.

Huang Mao and the others saw Ma Fan and Han Lu walking around the corner, and hurriedly followed behind the two quietly. Huang Mao made a gesture, and several people picked up their weapons at the same time and attacked Ma Fan. Han Lu was naturally ignored by this group.

Dealing with Ma Fan first is the most important thing, and the tactics of this group seem to be very correct.

However, they ignore one point, Ma Fan is not an ordinary person.

Ma Fan didn't look behind him, and directly bypassed Han Lu, using both hands and feet.

In less than three seconds, several people lay directly on the ground, moaning in pain. Han Lu only felt a gust of wind blowing past him, and in a blink of an eye, he saw several people lying on the ground and moaning, and he couldn't help but open his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief. With the slightly dim street lamp, he could see clearly that these people were the yellow-haired gang.

Han Lu didn't bother to explore how Ma Fan subdued a few people in the blink of an eye, he stepped forward quickly, squatted down and grabbed Huang Mao's hair, and said angrily: "It seems that you are really ready to retaliate, say, do you still want to take revenge on Lao Chen and them?"

Huang Mao slashed at Ma Fan's back with the watermelon knife in his hand one second, and the next second he felt a huge force hit his abdomen, and his body flew back involuntarily, and then his back made close contact with the ground, almost turning his back to breathe. At this time, Huang Mao was lying on the ground in pain, and his stomach was turning over the river. Now he was grabbed by Han Lu's hair, and his mouth was panting, but he couldn't say a word.

Han Lu was startled when he saw this, and quickly let go of his hand.

Huang Mao gasped for a few breaths, and then slowly supported the ground with his hands, ready to get up. However, after working hard for a long time, he couldn't get up, so he had to lie down in a daze, with a look of horror in his eyes, and said to Ma Fan again and again: "Big brother spare your life, big brother spare your life! Big brother, you just let us go, we know it's wrong, and we won't dare to trouble you in the future! We won't dare to go to him again!" Several other thugs also begged for mercy. Ma Fan's methods just now really suppressed them, and these street thugs usually only bully the weak, when have they seen such a thunderous method? For a while, they all regarded Ma Fan as a plague god, lest they avoid it.

Ma Fan came to Huang Mao's side, stretched out his index finger and pressed the Baihui acupoint on the top of Huang Mao's head, and a stream of aura penetrated his body.

"I have sealed your acupuncture points, and in the future, you will find me to solve your acupuncture points every six months, otherwise you will have closed your meridians, your qi and blood will flow backwards, your whole body will convuls, and you will vomit blood from your mouth and die. Ma Fan couldn't help but shake his head when he saw Huang Mao and the others staring at him stupidly. For a while, he didn't expect that there was no one on the earth who could use the means of sealing the veins with points, and it seemed that these people didn't believe in themselves.

Ma Fan's method of sealing the veins is his own original "pulse interception hand", which has made countless enemies who have fallen into his hands in the otherworldly continent painful, but he can't crack this method of intercepting the pulse.

"Don't you believe it?" Ma Fan stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly on Huang Mao's chest.

Huang Mao suddenly only felt that the qi and blood in his whole body were surging around, and there was a continuous sharp pain all over his body at the same time. "Ahem... As Huang Mao's body twitched, a mouthful of blood protruded from his mouth. Several people around were stupefied.

Huang Mao's eyes were blood-red, and he couldn't control his body at this time, he only felt that his body couldn't help twitching, and his whole body was in severe pain. Huang Mao opened his mouth widely, but he couldn't make a sound, so he had to look at Ma Fan tightly with pleading eyes.

Ma Fan stretched out his hand a little, and soon Huang Mao's body stopped twitching and stopped vomiting blood. The sharp pain in Huang Mao's intuition disappeared without a trace, and he was suddenly relieved.

He straightened up with all his might, kowtowed heavily to Ma Fan, and said in a trembling voice: "Big brother, I believe it, I believe it! But how am I going to find you in the future?"

Ma Fan said to Han Lu: "Tell him your phone number, and Huang Mao will contact you directly at that time." Han Lu, who was already dumbfounded, nodded mechanically and told Huang Mao his phone number. Huang Mao hurriedly took out his mobile phone and wrote down the call.

"Also, if you do evil again in the future, you will end up like him. Now you can get out. As soon as Ma Fan's words fell, several people ran away as if they had been amnesty.

Ma Fan was just a small punishment today, and he didn't kill him. Otherwise, with the body bones of these little gangsters, they would have been kicked to death by Ma Fan several times.

The yellow-haired people were shocked, just now they felt a kind of cold like falling into an ice cave on Ma Fan, I really don't know if it's an illusion. This man is simply a killing god from hell, which makes several people feel trembling from the depths of their souls.

Han Lu looked at Ma Fan in front of him blankly, shocked and extremely excited. This man is becoming more and more mysterious in his eyes, and everything that happened tonight is constantly washing away his three views.

Ma Fan's eyes inadvertently swept towards the darkness in the distance.

In the darkness, a figure quickly crouched down, not daring to move.

The corners of Ma Fan's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. Whoever it is, if you don't provoke me, you'll be fine. If he has bad intentions, Ma Fan is confident that he has all kinds of means to deal with it easily.