Night, late at night.

Wind, cold wind.

Month, Xuanyue.

People, alone.

A roadside teahouse, a wooden table, a pot of hot mare's milk tea, and a large tea bowl with hot air tumbling outward.

Ye Shaofeng held the tea bowl with one hand, touched the thorn on the waistband of his pants with the other, and slowly took a sip of tea, savoring the taste between the tea leaves and mare's milk.

The thirty-man formed a large bow shape, close to Ye Shaofeng.

At first, it was still aggressive, but seeing that Ye Shaofeng was still sitting there without moving, he slowed down.

These people all know that this kid in front of them is extraordinary. He could knock the thugs beside the boss Xue Si to the ground effortlessly.

Therefore, they don't dare to slack off, no one wants to be the first to rush up, whoever rushes up first, if the people behind can't keep up, they will be beaten.

So they're going to keep the formation, keep the crescent shape. Slowly approached, slowly surrounding Ye Shaofeng.

Xue Si was wearing a mask, probably because he had two teeth knocked out, and others would laugh at him if he saw it too ugly. So I chose to bring a white mask and covered most of my face, but I could still see his hideous eyes.

The short and capable Xue Si squeezed out of the crowd, stared at Ye Shaofeng with his eyes, and shouted: "It's this kid, hit him for me, beat him to death!" ”

Although Xue Si cherishes his life, he cherishes his own life, and he can completely ignore the lives of others.

He used to be in the Northeast, and he made some mistakes, so he ran to Luyang City.

has been mixed here for a few years, relying on his ruthlessness and recklessness, he can be regarded as making a name for himself.

Over the years, his main means of making money were robbery and usury. Lend out the money you have been robbed, and then recover more money with interest.

It can be said that Xue Si is a type of person with brains among the low-end bastards, not only ruthless enough, but also thoughtful enough.

With his roar, a group of little brothers seemed to have suddenly been stimulated, one by one like fierce beasts, roaring, brandishing machetes and rushing towards Ye Shaofeng.

Ye Shaofeng raised his neck, and a bowl of hot mare's milk wine went down to his stomach, his stomach was warm and comfortable.

The tea bowl was thrown out, like a disarmed cannonball, and the mouth of the bowl smashed directly into the head of a rogue ruffian who rushed over, and the head was smashed open, and he fell to the ground with a bone, becoming the first person to fall in this battle.

Ye Shaofeng stood up with a swish, swiped his right hand from his waist, and pulled out the thorn. Pressing the mechanism, the thorn popped out with a whoosh, and an inconspicuous short and thick iron pipe just now turned into a spear more than half a meter long.

The sharp thorns and the overwhelming coldness are like Ye Shaofeng's eyes, sharp, and can kill people.

In an instant, there were already several steel knives slashing towards Ye Shaofeng's head and face. Ye Shaofeng couldn't chop at all, he was attacked on all sides, and the only thing he could do was to resist.

The spear spikes were sideways in front of the head, and the blades of several steel knives were chopping at the top of the spears almost simultaneously. "Bang bang bang ......", a few metal crashes, crisp but mixed with muddy.

The spear spikes were motionless in the air, but the blades of several steel knives trembled violently and buzzed, as if they had just slashed at the hard rock.

Ye Shaofeng shouted violently, jumped up more than a meter high, surrounded by many hooligans and ruffians, as if it was a dragon out of the river, the tall figure jumped up in place, the spear stabbed down, and in the process of falling, a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree spin slash, sharp and fierce.

The tip of the spear wiped over the ruffians surrounding him in front of him.

Several ruffians had their chests pierced by guns, and their clothes had opened a long horizontal opening. Inside, below the chest and above the lower abdomen, blood flowed, the skin was open, and the white and tender pieces of meat were turned out from the inside out.

Several ruffians clutched their stomachs almost simultaneously and fell to the ground. From the gaps in their fingertips, bright red blood poured out.

Ye Shaofeng's hands were severe, and this thorn scraped over, just cutting their flesh and skin, making them in unbearable pain, and he didn't want their lives.

Even if these people are guilty and deserve death, that is the matter of the state law enforcement agencies. And Ye Shaofeng himself didn't want to kill people.

I used to kill too much, but now I don't want to add other people's lives to my own hands, human blood has evil spirits, and the more it is contaminated, the more evil it will be.

It doesn't matter if the other party is a good person or a bad person, after all, it is a life.

It is necessary to teach him a certain lesson, but it must not deprive him of the dignity to live. Civilians have dignity, and ruffians and hooligans have dignity. No one is born quite a hooligan, and being a ruffian is forced by this distorted society.

If society is harmonious and peaceful, everyone will be prosperous and healthy. With the right to plot the country on the outside, and the faithful and secure state inside, how can anyone be willing to be a hooligan or a bandit or a traitor......

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