Chapter 71

"You fucking fork... Wrong!"

The sharp pain in the leg almost made Huang Mao faint. Compared with it, the numbness of the arm seemed insignificant.

Trying to resist the sharp pain in his legs, Huang Mao scolded in a hoarse voice.

"That's right."

Ye Mo smiled, reached out and grabbed Huang Mao's wrist, spun it, and removed Huang Mao's forearm like a screw.

"Oh, no, you're right. Maybe you're wrong."

Ye Mo looks at Huang Mao's soft arm and pulls out the silver needle.

"Ah!!! I grass!!!"

As with the legs, even more pain, like a chisel, chiseling the spirit of yellow hair.

"Do you want to tie it?"

Ye Mo squatted beside Huang Mao and asked.

The gangsters were so frightened that they stood still and didn't dare to move.

"No, No."

Ye Mo looks indifferent, grabs Huang Mao's other hand, turns it slightly, and then slaps it on the joint.

A bone crack that made people sweat and hair suddenly sounded.

Huang Mao's eyes turned over and passed happily.

"Sorry, I hate people pointing at my head."

Ye Mo got up and said faintly to the other gangsters.

"You... You're finished! Do you know who you've offended?"

Seeing the miserable appearance of Huang Mao, the rest of the gangsters have already lost their souls. Ye Mo's previous appearance was too terrible. He obviously had a smile on his face, but the ferocity of the attack shocked them who were used to beating sticks.

"Oh? Tell me, who did he annoy?"

A low voice sounded behind the tough talking gangster.

The gangsters didn't react at all. When there were suddenly more people behind them, they screamed and jumped away.

And that tough talking gangster didn't go away, because an unusually broad palm fan like hand pressed his shoulder.

"Say, who sent you?"

Zong Hu glanced at the yellow hair on the ground, which was no longer a man's line. He was cold in his heart, and then made an effort on his hand to drink to the gangster.

"Ah!!! It's march! March! Sir, you're going to break my shoulder!"

The gangster howled miserably. Zonghu's big palm rested on his shoulder, like being really held by a bear. His bones made a faint sound of tooth acid.

Hum, be content. It's even worse for you to fall into that person's hands.

Zonghu lost interest when he saw the bully's advice. It couldn't be the families he thought of. If it were them, they couldn't afford to lose that person.

So this is a small thing.

Yemo is not surprised to hear the gangster say March. With March's temperament, he can't come back without revenge in front of so many people.

"Yemo, these people?"

Zonghu wondered for a moment. Yemo didn't seem to be the kind of person who enjoyed torturing people.

But the yellow hair is too miserable at the moment.

Ye Mo sighed.

He squatted down, put his hand on Huang Mao's leg, twisted and pressed it, and then turned fiercely. Huang Mao's reverse leg returned to normal. Then ye Mo cured Huang Mao's two arms in turn. Finally, he took out a small bottle with him, poured out some black plaster and applied it to the affected area.

"I'm in a bad mood after drinking. He's all right. You take him to the hospital. Don't get rid of these plasters."

Ye Mo waved to the gangsters who wanted to run but didn't dare to run.

After calming down, ye Mo was blown by the river wind for a while, and the anger aroused by yellow hair in his heart fell down.

"You... Will you let us go?"

One of the gangsters asked timidly.

The other two also lowered their bodies and didn't dare to look up at Ye mo. Ye Mo's appearance was too frightening before.

Ye Mo shook his head reluctantly, took out his wallet, pulled out his certificate and card, and threw it directly to a gangster. He was so scared that the other party squatted down with his head in his arms.

"The money inside should be used as medical expenses. Don't move the plaster. It won't leave a disability. You can be discharged in a month."

"Oh? And this kind of good goods? Then you have to keep some bottles for me."

Zonghu let go of the gangster he held and said.

"What do you want this thing for? You can't use a few bottles for you. I'll be there when I really need them."

Ye Mo waved his hand. It was not easy to make this thing. He had this bottle on his body. It was also a waste to give zonghu, so he got up and walked to the place where zonghu parked on the roadside.

"Who doesn't have a few brothers? Give me some bottles. I owe you a favor!"

Zonghu followed up. They didn't look back and left this area.

Seeing that they got into the car and drove away, one of the gangsters dared to reach out and pick up his wallet.

I thought the other party would just give a few hundred yuan or a pile of change to humiliate me. Unexpectedly, when I opened it, it was full of red notes and a bank card that didn't need a password.

"Brother Yu, this..."

Seeing the money in his wallet, the gangster was obviously a little shocked. He turned and looked at the gangster kidnapped by zonghu.

And the kidnapped gangster's face was not frightened at the moment, but very gloomy.

"Shit! This thunder is really pissing!"

The gangster called brother Yu spat and gnashed his teeth.

"This kind of means is terrible. The dog deceives us and says that he is an ordinary intern!"

"Brother Yu, you mean that the idea of joining hands today is not ordinary people?"

This group is obviously led by the man named Yu Ge. Huang Mao is just a confusing cannon fodder.

"Nonsense! What do I think of the man who caught me? I feel like that one. Although I only saw it once from a distance, I still remember it."

Brother Yu leaned down and gently poked the plaster on Huang Mao.

"Who?"

The other gangster also looked puzzled.

"The one next to this one."

Brother Yu pinched his thumb, index finger and middle finger and said in a low voice.

The three gangsters immediately looked frightened. They felt that they had just walked around the palace of hell!

"Give first aid. Be careful when lifting yellow hair later. Don't scrape the plaster! If you delay the recovery of yellow hair, I'll break your legs and lie with him!"

Brother Yu said coldly.

"Shit, Maggie, this son of a bitch is pushing us into the fire pit. It can't be just that!"

Hearing the speech, the other three gangsters looked fierce. They almost collided with the master today. They felt numb when they thought of Ye Mo's means!

And it's all because of March!

……

Zonghu drives Ye Mo on the road.

"I wanted to have two drinks with you. Now I'd better have tea."

Looking at Ye Mo's slightly gloomy expression, zonghu road.

"I'd better have tea. I'm a little anxious recently."

Ye Mo rubbed his face, changed his position and lay down in the seat.

"Take your time. The seventh Master said he was very optimistic about you."

Zonghu turned his head and looked at Ye Mo, who had returned to normal.