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Chapter 2467 Fan Debiao kills the chicken to scare the monkey!
He strode over and stepped directly on Zhao Saner's chest!
Then he bent down, picked up the beer bottle, and knocked it hard against the wall.

"Bang!" A weapon was formed instantly

"Come on, you little bastards?" At this moment, Fan Debiao was like an ancient god of war, holding a half-broken beer bottle in his hand, standing there as if he was the only one blocking the way for ten thousand.

"Gudong!" Several younger brothers who had already run out of the door swallowed their saliva.

Anyone who has been in a fight knows that after a beer bottle is smashed, it becomes irregular pieces, and if you stab it, the guy is definitely done for.

Seeing that these men were intimidated by him and dared not come up again, Fan Debiao had time to deal with Zhao San and kicked him hard again.

"Bang!" The fist hit the opponent's nose hard.

Nosebleed gushed out instantly.

"Ah~" Zhao San was so miserable. As soon as he came to his senses, he saw the big fist.

The nose is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. If it is hit, it will definitely be fatal and will cause dizziness.

After a few punches like raindrops, whether it was the brow bone, cheek or nose, it could be described as "black and blue face".

This was a bit heartbreaking for the onlookers outside.

Even the few who had just arrived were still confused about the situation.

"Hurry up and report it!"

"What are you reporting? These little bastards came to Guiying to bully people, and got beaten up by De Biao!" The owner of the hardware store next door felt so relieved when seeing this, because he was often bullied by these people.

At this time, Zhao Saner had completely lost the ability to fight back. He lay there with blood all over his face like a sandbag, and did not say a word no matter how Fan Debiao beat him.

"That's enough, De Biao!" Guiying rushed over to pull him, fearing that he might get hurt.

But Fan Debiao ignored him and continued to swing his fists hard at Zhao Saner's face. His eyes were red and he looked as if he had lost his mind.

"Oh!"

"Clap~"

He threw one punch after another with such force that Guiying, a woman, couldn't stop him.

But in fact... Fan Debiao was very clear-headed. In a small city in Northeast China at the beginning of the century, if you wanted to do something, you either had to have a powerful background or you had to be well-known.

Now that these people are here, let’s not come in vain!

If you don't kill the chickens that are being chased, it will be a waste of time for the monkeys standing at the door.
And even though the beating was quite severe, it was actually just superficial injuries.

Zhao Saner was awakened by the pain again at this time, and was hit hard in the stomach by Fan Debiao's fist, causing his stomach to squirm back and forth in cramps.

But you don’t have to say it, big brother is just different!
Even at this time, the third brother, who had once studied there, still refused to speak softly.

"Alpaca, if you dare, beat me to death!"

"If your father doesn't beat you to death today, I'll be the one to beat you up!"

What does the third brother think?
The main reason was that he was optimistic and thought that Fan Debiao would just beat him up. Zhao Saner had watched a lot of Hong Kong video tapes in the past two years and was particularly touched by a sentence in one of the videos, which said that sooner or later you will pay for what you have done.

The worst that can happen is that you get beaten up!

But if I give in today, I probably won’t be able to survive in this area anymore.

"Ouch!" Fan Debiao laughed when he saw his dissatisfied look.

"You are so awesome!"

"If you have the ability..." Zhao Saner didn't even finish his words before he started wailing in pain the next second.

Because the yellow-haired boy, who was usually so proud of himself, had been caught by Fan Debiao and was being dragged towards the door like a dog.

"Ah!" Zhao Saner kicked his legs in pain.

"De Biao, that's enough!" Guiying hurriedly dissuaded him.

"Guiying, don't worry about it. What happens outside this store has nothing to do with you. I'm going to break this bastard's legs today!"

Fan Debiao looked furious, and after he finished speaking, he pulled the yellow-haired boy and walked out.

"Third brother..." One of the younger brothers was about to say something, but when he met Fan Debiao's fierce eyes, he instantly became timid the next second.

There were no many people on the street anymore. People were just watching the fun from all directions.

"Lie down!" Fan Debiao dragged Zhao Saner to the door, kicked him to the ground, and then signaled the apprentice to hand over the kitchen knife. Zhao Yutian hesitated for a moment, looking at Fan Debiao's red and scary eyes, and finally did not dare to disobey.

He took the kitchen knife and pointed it at Zhao Saner.

"Tell me... which leg do you want to chop off!"

Zhao Sanerhui was really convinced. Looking at Fan Debiao, who was holding a kitchen knife and looking ferocious, he no longer cared about the pain in his own body.

To be honest, he is not afraid of any steel pipe or wooden stick. At most he can go home and rest for a month and be a good man again. But if he is chopped off by a kitchen knife, his leg cannot be reattached!
After what happened just now, there was no doubt that Fan Debiao was bluffing.

He immediately became as obedient as a baby.

“Brother, I was wrong!”

"You treat me like a fart, okay?"

Seeing Fan Debiao's kitchen knife slowly falling, he couldn't help but feel a hot current in his crotch.

He quickly said, "It's Hu Yong. It was the second chef in your store who asked us to come here. He said he could extort some money from me!"

"It has nothing to do with me!"

When disaster strikes, everyone flees, not to mention that Zhao Saner now wishes he could be bitten to death by that bastard. Is this what you call easy to bully?

That's right, the restaurant's second chef Hu Yong lost a lot of money playing cards recently. He and Zhao Saner knew each other in a mahjong hall before. Seeing the female boss Guiying settling accounts every day and being forced to hide from creditors, he came up with evil ideas.

"Let you go?" Fan Debiao slapped his face with the back of the knife with a smile.

Having just chopped a fish, the knife smelled a little fishy, ​​but Zhao Saner didn't dare to move at all. To be honest, he was a little bit laughing at his younger brother just now, but now he couldn't help but urinate.

"That's right, big brother. It really has nothing to do with me. Just treat me like a piece of shit, okay? From now on, if you tell me to go east, I will never go west!"

"That gambling addict Hu Yong is a bastard. I promise to help you teach him a lesson!"

"I don't need you~"

"Go away, or I'll break your legs if you come again!" Fan Debiao let go of her hair with his other hand.

Zhao Saner breathed a sigh of relief. As long as his friend died or not, he had no right to care what happened to Hu Yong. It was that bastard who provided false information.

Several people supported each other and were about to leave.

"and many more!"

"Brother, what's the matter now?" Zhao Saner turned around and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Nonsense, you smashed the food, and you still don't pay after dinner?"

"Hurry up and get the money!"

Zhao Saner quickly took out money from his pocket.

Fan Debiao took it and shook his head.

"not enough!"

"Brother, 100 yuan is enough for that meal, and the remaining three or four hundred yuan is enough to buy these tables, chairs and benches!" Zhao Saner still tried to reason.

Fan Debiao pointed at the skinny monkey. "The money for the tables, chairs, and meals is enough, but this bastard said you treated the guests just now to a meal, and they left without paying!"

Zhao Saner just remembered this incident. He felt very honored before, but now he wanted to slap this kid in the face.

"Third brother..." The skinny monkey looked a little cautious.

Then the next second I got slapped!

"What the hell, give me the money!"

Several people couldn't scrape together 500 yuan, and Zhao Saner, who had no way to lead the group, could only leave behind the mobile phone he had just bought and leave in shame.

I won’t dare say anything harsh this time.

When the people around saw that there was nothing exciting to see, they left one after another. However, judging from the expressions on their faces when they were whispering to each other, Fan De Biao was definitely famous in this area.

"Guying, take the money and the cell phone!" Fan Debiao took a look.

To be continued...

(End of this chapter)