Chapter 6190 A Fist as Big as a Sandbag Almost Hits My Face

"She didn't do that."

"Because she was born in country Z, she thinks that no matter what she looks like, she is still a Chinese. In your words, her roots are in country Z. Fallen leaves should return to their roots. She recognizes your cultural education and is proud of your long history and culture. As a result, you drove her out when she needed help..." When the thin waist control said this, the smile on his face was completely gone, revealing the fangs of the illegal area boss.

There are no real naive people among the core members of the Red Alliance, but only man-eating sharks disguised as harmless fish.

The thin waist control is not a non-mainstream youth who is smiling and smiling on the surface.

Otherwise, he would not have a chair to sit in every black network activity.

The thin waist control completely tore off the friendly surface and stopped pretending: "Are you guys in Jingshi too bad? Our boss has done a lot of things for you! What dirty and tiring work, the work that your superiors don't want to do, our boss did it without saying a word. Usually when you are bullied outside, our boss is the first to come forward to help you get back on your feet. When you have technical problems, our boss will solve them for you without money, and even call me over to nurse the baby... I think she is good enough."

"You are awesome! You are so good at repaying kindness with grievances. When our boss encountered problems, you drove people away without saying a word, and no one backed her up when she was bullied?"

He took out a flying knife from the bend of his knee and played with it. The cold blade matched his fierce and unhappy expression, and he just wrote on his face that he was not friendly.

"Shouldn't you give us an explanation, Master Ye!"

Ye Wangchuan faced the threat he presented, his eyes calm, his slender fingers firmly grasped the handle of the knife, and with a light pull, he snatched the knife from the thin waist control's hand.

Then, he exerted a little force on his wrist, and the hard knife was bent like mud in his hand. Then, Ye Wangchuan handed the bent knife back with a calm expression, and opened his thin lips slightly: "This thing can't scare me, let's have a good chat."

The thin waist control's face was not very good, and he didn't resist too much. He retorted: "You just rely on Sun's presence, I dare not touch you."

"She is not here, you can't touch me." Ye Wangchuan ignored the provocation, rolled up his sleeves, shook his eyelashes and raised his head, and then he came into his sight again.

"Before you complain to her here, have you asked her what she thinks?"

The thin waist control's face was obviously unnatural, but he still said stubbornly: "Of course Sun won't say anything, you just bully her for her good temper and unlimited tolerance of you guys."

Ye Wangchuan suddenly punched in front of him, and then stopped the sharp fist wind in an instant. The thin waist control who was talking also stopped. The thin waist control looked embarrassed, with anger in his eyes, showing his sharp white teeth and threatening: "This is the Red Alliance, not Beijing City! Young Master Ye had better consider the consequences before doing anything. If you dare to fight me here, even Sun himself will not be able to chill the hearts of other people in the Red Alliance for you."

Ye Wangchuan chuckled softly, slowly took his hand away in front of him, and said unrestrainedly and romantically: "What, are you afraid of me?"

Your sandbag-sized fist almost hit my face, and you asked me if I was afraid of you fighting, and what you were doing if you didn't fight... The thin waist control looked unkind and didn't say anything.

Ye Wangchuan spread his hands, took two steps back under his gaze, and stood at a safe distance from each other. He said coldly, "I can tolerate your recklessness here, but no one will buy your tricks outside. Don't cause trouble for her!"