The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

what?

grandfather!

A group of people tacitly glanced at Yan Chi from the corner of their eyes. He is so young, is he a grandfather?

He is a relative of the young master!

The one who co-authored and played tricks on them was their old employer!

One of them didn't believe it and asked boldly: "Young master, this is you..."

"Go away!" The pretty boy didn't allow him to say the last two words, and scolded him back with a white face: "You coward, don't be curious about everything in this world, just hold it in by the side!"

The man who was yelled at was in his forties and had a rough look on his face. He really didn't say a word.

The pretty boy's face was already red with embarrassment, but it was more comfortable to pretend to be a grandson than to be beaten hard.

He turned his head and immediately put on a smiling face, "Grandpa, these people are here to beg you. I want to ask you to show your kindness. Just go and have fun in the future. Don't always spend the whole night there. You are playing too much." No, they can’t afford it.”

Yan Chi sneered and said: "You feel happy when you kill people. When you meet an expert, you chase and intercept them. If you are too hard to pass, you will be too soft to pass. I have given you face. Come and jump up and down in front of me?"

"Who do you think you are! If it weren't for the sake of the young master's family, who would spoil you? You, an outsider, work alone. Do you really think we are afraid of you?!"

There was a bad-tempered man who was irritated by Yan Chi's words. He slapped the table and stood up, pointing at Yan Chi and cursing. The people next to him couldn't hold him back.

The pretty boy looked at it and found it was bad.

He quickly jumped up from the chair, grabbed a handful of dried fruits and ran to the side.

Before he could even turn around, he heard a scratch behind him. He was so frightened that he dropped a bag of dried fruits to the ground. He stepped on it and was about to fall, but was held by a casino owner who ran over after him.

He glanced back in surprise, his voice trembling, "Young master, who is this?"

"This is someone I can't even afford to offend!" The pretty boy turned around. He didn't know what Yan Chi was doing. Anyway, when he saw it, the man who was pointing at Yan Chi and scolding him had already lost one of his legs and was kneeling on the ground screaming. His heart was trembling, but that wasn't all. Yan Chi stepped on the knee of his other leg and crushed it casually a few times. The crackling sound of the bones was like falling beads.

What's even more frightening is that Yan Chi slightly curls up the corners of his lips with a gentle and yuppie smile, which is in extreme contrast with the rough guys around him who have been rooted in the desert all year round.

The pretty girl gasped, "Now you know why I advised you to take it easy. You will suffer a little loss. It's okay if you can beg him. If you can't beg him, you will lose your life even if you don't have money. The key is that he still has to do it." It’s particularly difficult to coax!”

At the gas station, the pretty boy saw Yan Chi murder someone without blinking an eye.

Such a ruthless person, if you challenge him in person, you are not looking for death.

"Then... what should we do? Lao Zhao has offended him. Will he implicate us?"

"You ask me who to ask!"

The pretty boy wiped his face and forced a smile. He walked behind Yan Chi and said flatteringly: "Grandpa, don't be angry. I'll tell him later. How could he be so disrespectful to you? They told me before Yes, the money is all for you. If you don’t have a good time, all the chips will be mine after you pass!"

Yan Chi's eyes rolled back, and the pretty boy couldn't stand it immediately. He took half a step back and then tried hard to pull himself back.

Yan Chi laughed and took the leg away, "You can make the decision?"

"I can, I am their young boss, my words work!"