Chapter 521 Fatty Handed Over to You

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Brother Ming looked at Wei Dacheng's loose and fat body, and smiled disdainfully, then he took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it.

"This snack street was contracted by me, Murong Ming.

Anyone who opens a shop here must pay me a protection fee! "

"Guarantee, protection fee?"

Wei Dacheng was a little stunned, after all, this is a term far away from him.

"Huh! What age is this, and there are protection fees?"

Wang Tuo adjusted his glasses and laughed disdainfully.

Ye Hong frowned, but he was inexplicably disgusted by the name Murong Ming.

He probably knew that, like Lu Xiaotian, Murong Ming was also a nickname.

But when he thought of this disgusting thing and Murong Tingmeng's surname, Ye Hong felt unhappy.

These guys have never been seen in the snack street before, and they must have appeared after the night food moved out.

Presumably in addition to this small shop, there are also many shops in the snack street that have been poisoned by these people.

All in all, whether it's for Wei Dacheng, or for their own little thought, these guys can't be forgiven lightly.

The temperature of Ye Hong's eyes suddenly dropped, but he had a plan in his heart.

On the other side, Murong Ming glared at Wang Tuo: "You four-eyed boy, are you going to pay protection fees for them?

If you don't pay, don't force it, be careful that I will break your four-eyed dog's head! "

Wang Tuo had been scolded like this before, and his face turned red with anger.

With angry eyes, he also looked at Ye Hong.

Like Wei Dacheng, Wang Tuo's confidence also came from Ye Hong.

Those bastards have long been impatient, and said: "Boss, what are you talking about with these three boys?

If you beat them up, you will know how powerful our [Murong Gang] is! "

Murong Ming sneered: "That's true.

Brothers, give it to me! "

A group of thugs, suddenly fluttering their hair in a variety of ways, rushed up screaming.

The strange ornaments hanging on the body, with the pace of running, tinkled into one piece.

Like beggars begging on the street, holding pots and pans and racing together.

"Looks like the legs of this chair have come in handy."

Facing the ferocious gangsters, Ye Hong unhurriedly took off the chair leg just now.

He patted the leg of the chair on Wei Dacheng's hand, and solemnly exhorted in the latter's confused eyes, "Fatty, they'll leave it to you!"

Wei Dacheng's pupils instantly widened: "Nani?!"

He never imagined that Ye Hong would choose to let him face these guys.

This is not the same as the imagined script, doesn't it? !

But looking at the gangsters whose saliva was almost sprayed on their faces, Wei Dacheng had no time to think about it.

He lifted the legs of the chair in his hands, closed his eyes, and waved forward as if resigned.

"Ah ah ah! I fought with you!"

Wei Dacheng didn't have any rules, and he didn't know any ancient martial arts. He just used a brute force to kill the gangsters.

He closed his eyes and waved the legs of the chair in his hands.

"Ah!"

Murong Ming, who was behind the crowd, couldn't help laughing when he saw Wei Dacheng's bad behavior.

"It turned out to be a fool..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that one of his subordinates screamed and knelt down with his legs in his arms.

This kneeling, knocking and kneeling on the path of Wei Dacheng's chair legs, his face was hit by the chair legs.

"Well!"

He groaned, clutching his bleeding nose, and fell back involuntarily.

But he was knocked unconscious by Wei Dacheng's chair leg.