The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Fei looked at the other party's commotion and couldn't help but smile silently: "How big of a deal is it? Is it as big as that?"

Chen Mo said: "Those people went too far. I just said a few words to them, yelling, scolding, and hitting them!"

Ning Xin said: "Fortunately, Brother Mouse was quick, otherwise I would have been hit by him with a cup. This kind of person is usually used to being arrogant, so he probably has never encountered any hard problems. Take this opportunity, Yang Fei, please fix it well." Give them a try, so that they know that there is heaven outside the world, and there are people outside the world!"

Yang Fei had a cold face and said nothing.

Anyone who dares to hit him is his enemy.

Once he strikes back, he won't be merciful!

The people over there didn't dare to come over and take action. After all, there were more men on Yang Fei's side, and they all looked stronger.

Especially the move that Mouse made before was quite shocking.

The accomplices in the opposite compartment ran over noisily, shouting over and over again: "What's going on? Who beat our Director Cai? Director Cai, are you okay?"

"Ouch, are you blind? You said you're fine? Director Cai was beaten to a bloody head by them, and he's no longer human!" Someone shouted exaggeratedly, "What are you doing standing still? Let's call him back first!"

The mouse is alert.

At Yang Fei's table, Yang Fei did his best. He sat at the head of the table, that is, the position next to the upper wall. He could see the scenery outside the window on the left, the entrance and exit of the door on the right, and the movements of all the guests in front. There was a wall behind him, and there were hangings on the wall. Drawing pictures of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Mouse sat in the first seat after entering the door. This seat was where the waiter served food, so naturally it was the worst. But sitting here, he could run errands for Yang Fei when he retreated, and he could open bottles and pour wine when he entered. Quick and convenient.

At this moment, the mouse spread his legs apart, supported his legs with his left hand, and held a pair of chopsticks in his right hand, looking coldly at the group of people who came in.

He is sizing up the situation and observing the other party.

Mouse must be completely sure: as long as the opponent takes action, he can defeat the opponent as quickly as possible and protect Yang Fei and others.

At a cursory glance, Mouse felt that these people were nothing to be afraid of. They were all drunkards and women with no airs of flesh and blood.

For people like this, Mouse is confident that he can knock down one with one punch and mow down a whole group with one kick!

Therefore, he completely ignored this group of people.

After those people came in,

They all gathered around the injured Director Cai and said some vulgar compliments and caring words. Some of the words made people sick to their stomachs and made them unable to even eat.

Director Cai waved his hands: "What are you doing around me? Why are you still here to watch when someone beats me? Before the police come, fight back first! We must win this fight!"

They have three tables of people, and when they are gathered together, they have strength in numbers, so naturally they are not afraid of Yang Fei.

A group of men each emboldened themselves to take advantage of the wine and walked up to Yang Fei's table in a few steps.

"Who just hit our Director Cai? Stand up for yourself! Save the brothers the trouble!" A tall, strong man waved his fist and shouted loudly.

No one paid any attention to him.

"I'm talking to you! Did you go out without your ears?" the tall man said, reaching out to take a picture of Yang Fei's desk.

Before his palm hit the table, Mouse's left hand touched his elbow.

If a tall person's elbows are restricted, he will naturally not be able to take pictures of the table.

He pressed hard, trying to push down the mouse's hand.

However, this is a comparison of power!

Although the tall man was strong and had a commanding advantage, he just couldn't hold his arms down!

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't suppress it even an inch!

The mouse is sitting and the other is standing!

Of course, standing people exert more strength.

But the mouse just held his elbow, and he couldn't press it down even an inch!

The tall man was so angry that he turned his left hand around and made a fist to hit the mouse in the face.

"ah!"

The tall man let out a scream!

Before he could hit the mouse with his fist, the mouse hit him with chopsticks!

His fist hit two chopsticks!

The bamboo chopsticks were like two steel bars, piercing the flesh of the tall man's fingers and piercing his fingers!

This is equivalent to the tall man using all his strength to hit two sharp objects in a rage. It is difficult not to get hurt!

The tall man felt pain, sucked in the air-conditioning, and retreated.

The mouse's foot hooked behind him.

The tall man only took a step back, and his huge body fell backwards.

When the people behind him reacted, the tall man had fallen to the ground, holding his left hand in his right hand and screaming.

This section may come too late, but it will come soon!

The bystanders just blinked and saw the tall man fall to the ground.

As for how it happened?

It can be described with a passage from Gu Long's novel.

That paragraph is too long, so I won’t copy it. I’ll write it down in one word:

quick!

UI!

Even ordinary people who don't understand martial arts, even stupid people, can see at this moment that Mouse is no ordinary person!

A few people felt hesitant and quietly retreated.

But there are always people who are not convinced, and there are always people who continue to fight!

No, there were a few young men who thought they were very powerful. With a shout, they stepped forward to avenge their colleagues.

Yang Fei coughed lightly and said, "Just click on the mouse and stop it."

The mouse grinned: "Okay, Master Fei!"

He had no other weapons, only a pair of chopsticks in his hands.

Don't underestimate chopsticks. There is a special martial art called Chopstick Kung Fu. This group of people call themselves the Chopstick Sect and usually use chopsticks as weapons.

Of course, most of the weapons in Chopstick Gate are specially made, some are steel, some are iron, some are long, some are short, and some can be played like nunchucks.

Mouse doesn't know anything about the martial arts of Chopsticks Sect. He only knows that those who are good at martial arts will not choose their own soldiers!

That is to say, a person who has practiced martial arts to a certain level can defeat the enemy regardless of weapon. He can defeat the enemy with anything he picks. He can also injure others by flying flowers and picking leaves.

This is similar to the theory in calligraphy that "those who are good at calligraphy do not choose paper and pen".

Five young and strong men on the other side greeted the mouse together. Some punched, some kicked, some attacked his front door, and some stole his retreat.

The mouse sneered, flipped his right hand in the air, and then inserted it into the thigh of an enemy with a pop.

A pair of bamboo chopsticks were stabbed into the opponent's flesh by a mouse!

The man didn't know the pain at first, but when his leg moved, the pain hit his bones. He held his leg and jumped away.

At the same time, the mouse grabbed the back of the chair he was sitting on, stood up, then stood up one leg of the chair and spun it around a few times.

The chair seemed to have eyes. It crackled and beat randomly, beating the other four enemies to pieces.

Punches, kicks, whatever came over, they all hit the mouse on the chair.

This is a solid wood chair!

No matter how hard your fists and feet are, they are still made of flesh. If you hit it on solid wood, the harder you hit it, the more pain you will get!

"Mom!"

"Wow!"

"Holy shit!"

"It hurts me to death!"

Several strong men, some holding hands, some crossing their legs, jumped to the side.

This battle ended in less than a minute.

At this time, Director Cai, who was injured, was on the phone: "Hey, Brother Wen, yes, I'm at the Fisherman's Restaurant. Are you coming over? Okay, thank you for your hard work. Bring more people here, the people on the other side seem to know how to work hard." ! No need to bring more? Haha, of course I know how good you are. Okay, I'll wait for you."