This cry makes those who hear it sad and those who hear it cry.

A grown man can cry so heartbroken. Yang Xie also sounded drunk. But when Uncle Hao hung up the phone, his expression quickly turned sinister again. He looked at Yang Xie and sneered again and again:

"I hope that when Mr. Fu comes later, you can be so tough!"

Mr. Fu?

Yang Xie raised his eyebrows. According to Zhou Haoran, this Master Fu is the master of the Feiyan Clan. He is very powerful and is the leader in Rongcheng's thief industry. Most people would not dare to offend him.

Otherwise, it would be like poking a hornet's nest.

But for Yang Xie, no matter who he is, Mr. Fu and Ma Ye are useless. If Mr. Fu is considered a figure in Rongcheng, then Yang Xie is almost the well-deserved number one person in Rongcheng. He

He controls the Dragon Soul, the most violent team in China. This alone is enough to make all living beings retreat.

Didn’t you hear that even Dong Dadong, the leader of the Bagua Sect, one of the only six remaining sects in the Hua Kingdom, didn’t dare to take action at will if he wanted to deal with Yang Xie?

After thinking about it, Yang Xie sent a text message to Zeng Zuimo.

It is obviously more effective to let the Black Flame Gang handle the thieves than to let Su Muxi take action.

Zhou Haoran had already walked to the dean. Seeing the nervousness on his face, he comforted him: "Dean, don't worry, as long as the boss is here, there will be no problem."

"Brother Zhou, if bad guys come again later, beat them up too!" Before the dean could speak, a little girl with big eyes rounded her eyes and waved her little fists. In her heart, Brother Zhou An was the big brother.

Hero, beat the crap out of those bad guys.

"Well, when I grow up, I want to learn kung fu from brother Zhou An and beat up bad guys!" said a little kid with a runny nose.

"I'll take care of you later!" The dean glared at Zhou Haoran with a serious expression. What kind of boss? How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to go out into society? Now you are fine. Not only can you hang out outside, but you can also learn to fight!

Seeing Zhou Haoran lowering his head, the dean sighed secretly in his heart. In fact, it was all his fault. If he hadn't been useless, he wouldn't have let Zhou An, Er Ya'er and the others go out to help support the orphans.

Hospitalized...

Mr. Fu arrived very quickly. Within ten minutes, a large number of thirty or forty people had already poured in from the door. Many of them were holding weapons in their hands. They walked over surrounded by an old man in his fifties.

Seeing the old man's appearance, Yang Xie couldn't help but be startled.

Oh, isn't this the old man whose shit was stolen on the bus?

wipe!

Yang Xie saw that the wretched-looking man next to him was the thief who was caught by Guo Qiming and taken to the police station, and he immediately understood everything.

What shit was stolen? This old man is clearly Mr. Fu, and the thief caught today is with Mr. Fu. I am afraid that the things wrapped in newspapers at the beginning may be the stolen goods that the thief obtained where he did not move them.

He was afraid that he would be found out after entering the police station, so he pretended to be stolen!

What a talent!

Liu Sansuo's eyes swept over Zhou Haoran's group of people, and he immediately spotted Yang Xie and Lu Lingling, and immediately shouted: "Uncle, this guy is the accomplice of that kid from the morning!"

Mr. Fu stopped, with a smile on his face: "It's really a fate..."

Uncle Hao hurried forward to greet him and said respectfully, "Master Fu."

Master Fu said yes, looking at the miserable condition of the dozen or so people around Uncle Hao, and then looking at Wu Wenhao's face that was as swollen as a steamed bun, an unknown fire suddenly emerged in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

He came out, looked at Yang Xie calmly, and said: "You are young, but your methods are vicious. Gangzi's hand has been compromised by you!"

Gangzi was the early Huang-level warrior besides Uncle Hao. He was the first one to rush towards Zhou Haoran just now. He was looking pale and holding his right arm with his left hand, holding it loosely.

Master Fu also knows something about Uncle Hao, and he still has a certain degree of confidence in judging people. Naturally, he can tell that Zhou Haoran is mainly Yang Xie, but this little guy looks ordinary.

How could an ordinary person convince even Zhou Haoran?

"There are so many of you. A dozen of us, old and weak, are surrounding us. If we don't agree with each other, you will grab things and hurt people. How dare you say that my methods are vicious?" Yang Xie sneered, even though he asked Zhou Haoran to beat people.

Yes, but if I were not here today, how would this orphanage end?

"Did they grab it? I only saw that you injured a dozen of us. Gangzi's hand was broken, Xiaohao's face was swollen, but you were unscathed."

"If Zhou Haoran is still like before, wouldn't the orphanage be smashed, smashed, and robbed by you today?"

"How can there be so many? If so, today's society is an age of evidence. Even if you call the police, the police will only see that you injured my person, right?" Fu Ye sneered.

"In that case, why don't you call the police?" Yang Xie spread his hands. It's really funny. Thieves have advanced with the times, and they actually dare to use the police to suppress people?

Mr. Fu was speechless. Report your sister to the police. This is just a metaphor! Do you understand the metaphor?

Mr. Fu's eyes slowly turned cold and he said, "You really have a very naughty mouth, so from what you put it, we still have to draw the real seal from our fists?"

"You can try."

Yang Xie actually didn't want to say too much to people like Mr. Fu, but in front of so many children, Yang Xie didn't want to give them the impression that he was arrogant and domineering.

"Master Fu, why are you talking to him? Go up and kill him!"

"With just two people, can we still be our brothers' rivals?"

"Teach them how to behave!"

Seeing the indifferent expressions of Yang Xie and Zhou Haoran, Mr. Fu's face became colder and colder. When had he been so despised for so many years in Rongcheng? If he didn't teach this boy a lesson today, then what would happen to him?

Where is the face in the world?

"Go on, beat him!"

Fu Ye waved his hand, and those people clenched all kinds of weapons in their hands and were about to rush forward. They used the human sea tactic to directly drown Yang Xie and Zhou Haoran. Suddenly, they heard the roar of people behind them. Before they could turn around, they saw a huge crowd.

The dark crowd surged in, directly surrounding Fu Ye's team of forty or fifty people.

Not to mention, the crowd gathered around in circles, and most of them were crowded outside the iron gate, without saying a word, just staring at Mr. Fu and others with gloomy expressions.

Black Flame Gang!

Fu Ye's men are all working for a living in Rongcheng, and they will interact with various forces. Naturally, we can see the origins of these people. Although the average strength of the Black Flame Gang is not very strong, there are so many people that they can't stand up to others.

, there are at least hundreds or thousands of people in this dense crowd, right?

Whoosh!

A passage separated from the crowd, and Song Tingtang walked over with a serious face. He didn't even glance at Mr. Fu and the others, but walked directly to Yang Xie, and then immediately put on a smile: "Mr. Yang, long time no see.

…”

Mr. Yang?

Mr. Fu's heart suddenly became cold.

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Chapter completed!