The Joy of Rebirth

"Boy, you're looking for death! Don't even think about walking out alive today!" The card table in front of the thin white man was knocked over, and the skirt of the woman in his arms was instantly torn. There was nothing on underneath, and the black forest was exposed.

Under everyone's gaze, looking from a distance, Ye Bihuang shook his head slightly - many people must have slept with her. It was too dark and disgusting. This woman was indeed gorgeous on the outside but extremely filthy on the inside.

Following Zhou Yanhui's order, the remaining five people also jumped out, all with fierce expressions on their faces.

The three particularly obese two people on the left are obviously similar to sumo wrestlers, and their strength should not be underestimated. As for the person with slightly darker skin, his palms are all covered with calluses. If your guess is correct,

He should have strong hand skills.

The thin man on the table on the right was skinny and skinny. No matter how much he thought about it, Ye Bihuang didn't think there was anything great about him.

"Guangyao, are you scared?"

Lee Kuan Yew chuckled, wiped his nose and said, "To be honest, I'm afraid of what will happen next. Those on the scene now are just little kisses."

The trio of sumo wrestlers came forward with bare hands and slapped Ye Bihuang with open palms. Ye Bihuang stepped back and miraculously dodged past. He bent slightly and stretched out his right arm to grab the fat man on the far right.

With a pull of the palm, the whole person faced him, and the other hand was clenched into a fist.

"Peng!" With a muffled sound, Ye Bihuang hit him directly in the belly, and at this moment, two big slaps appeared on the shoulders and waist, belonging to the other two fat men.

Ye Bihuang gave full play to the characteristics of guerrilla warfare and slid along the side of the fat man in front of him who was hit in the stomach. He turned to the other side like a top and stretched out his fist to hit the other fat man in the face with a dull sound.

Afterwards, five or six teeth flew in the air, and a mouthful of blood sprayed in the air.

When dealing with these people, Ye Bihuang didn't hold back at all. Apart from being careful not to kill anyone, he almost always tried his best. Since he gave his best, the other party would naturally have to pay a price for it.

Those teeth are the best proof.

Sandwiched between the two of them, Ye Bihuang had a perfect barrier. The third fat man's attack space was greatly restricted. Coupled with his slippery hands, he couldn't hit Ye Bihuang at all.

Taking advantage of this gap, Ye Bihuang punched and kicked the two fat men beside him, punching to the flesh and using all his strength.

The two fat men were beaten to a pulp by Ye Bihuang.

Ye Bihuang smiled slightly, and when the third fat man was furious, he jumped out from the middle, directly raised his right leg, and hit the opponent's chin with lightning speed.

The fat man flew five meters backwards, and then landed on the ground and slid for three meters. This was an extremely visually impactful scene that left everyone watching the scene stunned.

Lee Kuan Yew was fighting hard. The man with darker skin was extremely skilled in martial arts. Lee Kuan Yew didn't dare to test his skills. If any part of his body was hit, he would immediately feel burning pain. He could even feel it temporarily.

The other thin man was completely slippery. Lee Kuan Yew tried to kill him several times, but he always hid behind the black man when he was about to hit him.

"Ha!" Ye Bihuang jumped up and was floating in the air, using his legs to perform a chain-kick treatment on the black man.

The black man's kung fu was so good that he could catch Ye Bihuang's legs with just his hands.

In an instant, all four legs kicked out. When he was about to land, Ye Bihuang put one hand on the ground and kicked the thin man down.

Lee Kuan Yew saw this opportunity and hit the thin man with an elbow that fell to the ground. The thin man glared, kicked his limbs, and never moved again.

"Damn, Brother Huang, I won't beat him to death."

"Not dead." Ye Bihuang said with a smile. At this moment, he was still dodging the black man's attack.

"Stop!" Zhou Yanhui shouted while holding his breath.

The black man jumped back, stared at Ye Bihuang and Lee Kuan Yew, and retreated behind Zhou Yanhui.

Ye Bihuang smiled calmly: "Who is Zhou Yanhui? Can you tell us two now? Also, why are you here with us?"

The skinny white man's face turned purple with anger. It was obvious that he was the boss here, but the boy in front of him actually ignored him and asked who Zhou Yanhui was.

"I am Zhou Yanhui." As expected of the boss of the party, even in this situation, he could still calm down the anger in his heart and become pleasant. Ye Bihuang nodded secretly in his heart, feeling that he did have a certain level of authority.

"I wonder what Boss Zhou has to do with us brothers?"

Zhou Yanhui narrowed his eyes and grinned: "I heard that you beat my subordinate Ji Tou San?"

Lee Kuan Yew also wanted to interrupt, but when he thought of Zhou Yanhui's name, he felt a little scared. He came here to die heroically, but shitting on a tiger's head is not what a wise man does.

Lee Kuan Yew thinks so, but Ye Bihuang doesn't think so. First of all, he has only been back to Puhai for a short time, and he doesn't understand what a monster the boss of the underworld here is. Secondly, his original bandit habits do not allow him to admit defeat.

As for anyone, he has always taught others a lesson since he returned to Puhai for the third time, and no one has ever taught him a lesson.

Ye Bihuang laughed and said: "Yeah, those three chicken heads are really a bit too much. If you owe me two million and don't pay back, of course I will come to collect the money. Unfortunately, the guy who came to visit you still doesn't want to pay back the money, so I have to teach him a lesson."

He’s done for a while.”

"He is my little brother, do you know what it means to beat him?" Seeing Ye Bihuang being so ignorant, Zhou Yanhui was filled with anger and couldn't help but say harsh words. But now the situation is not good for him. If he wants to reverse the situation, he must think

Find a way to call someone.

Ye Bihuang touched his nose and said: "It means that you should be beaten too. It is your responsibility for the poor discipline of your subordinates."

Zhou Yanhui wanted to call someone, but Ye Bihuang didn't give him a chance to call someone. He jumped up like a fleeting image, ignoring Zhou Yanhui and the black man's fists, and punched out with both fists.

The three of them hit each other, and Ye Bihuang was beaten and took two steps back. Zhou Yanhui and the black man were sitting on the ground, sliding back two meters, covering their chests, their faces turning purple, and they couldn't breathe.

Ye Bihuang bent over, slowly put one hand into his pocket, and put one hand around the extremely beautiful beauty who was originally in Zhou Yanhui's arms.

"Hi, beauty!" Ye Bihuang, who was smiling, hugged her and put his hand into the beauty's top. Suddenly, there was a wave on the beauty's top.

The beauty was afraid of Ye Bihuang and Zhou Yanhui. Originally, she was Zhou Yanhui's forbidden lover. Although he never cared about his own feelings and never gave himself dignity, he gave himself a generous material life.

Zhou Yanhui once said that no other man is allowed to touch any part of his body. If any part is touched, the flesh of that part will be cut off.

There is the other party's, and there is one's own.

So she has been living cautiously for the past two years.

But now, a big hand was ravaging her breasts wantonly, and Zhou Yanhui was right in front of her. The beauty felt that her world was dark.

At this moment, she actually had an idea, hoping that Zhou Yanhui would die quickly so that she would not be tortured by him.

"Ahem -" Zhou Yanhui spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Ye Bihuang with resentful eyes, "Boy, you don't even think about walking out of here alive tonight." At this juncture, Zhou Yanhui still wanted to show off his power, which was really too arrogant.

Ye Bihuang's eyes suddenly turned red and he stared at Zhou Yanhui.

(I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt a murderous intention. I really wanted to get rid of Zhou Yanhui. I really wanted to, really wanted to...)

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