Huadu Agent

The man in the jacket was kicked and fell to the ground. While getting up, he shouted: "I, fuck, you, mom,"

As soon as the words were uttered, Ye Shaofeng rushed up again, picked up the man, held his neck with his left hand, and greeted the man in the leather jacket with his iron fist with his right hand, punching with a muffled sound.

After a few punches, the face of the man in the jacket was stained with blood, and his entire face was completely changed by Ye Shaofeng's iron fist.

The people on the side were shocked and terrified.

I've seen people fighting fiercely, but I've never seen someone fight so viciously. With bare hands, people's faces can be blown open. This is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

The scalpers also have accomplices, and many accomplices saw a fight here, and ran from all directions from the ticket sales square.

At this time, the man in the leather jacket had already fallen to the ground, covering his face with his hands, and howling.

Several accomplices rushed over, pulled him up from the ground, and quickly dragged him away.

Being beaten up in this place is a shameful thing, and it will blacken the face of their gang.

In front of them, five men don't wear very good clothes, and they look more like migrant workers with a little temper. It can be seen that their lives are not very good.

Of course, if there is a good job and a good life, no one will come here to stay here as a scalper.

They can make money by their own means, but they can't bully people here. Those who bully people by violence really deserve to be beaten.

"The green mountains are always there, and the green waters are always flowing. Dare to ask which way my brother is on," said the one standing in the middle among the five people with great enthusiasm.

This person was in his thirties, wearing a bit worn-out Li Ning casual clothes, and he was the leader of the gang at first glance.

This person is also very particular, and he bowed his hand to Ye Shaofeng, talking all the words in the world.

Ye Shaofeng looked at the few people in front of him disapprovingly, and said: "You can sell tickets, no one cares about you if you make a little money, but don't bully others.

That old lady over there waited in line for a long time to buy a ticket, and that brother of yours knocked the old lady out of the queue just now, do you think he should be beaten?"

"In our business, there is no such thing as respecting the old and caring for the young. We just know that when we buy tickets at the first time, and then sell them, don't talk about sympathy with us.

I hear your accent, and you're not from our local area, so if you're out of town, don't make trouble for yourself," said the middle-aged man in casual clothes.

The scalper leader was polite to Ye Shaofeng at first, because he didn't know where Ye Shaofeng came from.

But now, through the conversation, I know that Ye Shaofeng is not a local, but just a nosy.

Therefore, there is nothing to worry about. This outsider beat his brother, so he must not let him go easily.

"You can do it for yourself," Ye Shaofeng turned around and was about to leave after finishing speaking.

Ye Shaofeng knew that these people in front of him were scalpers, and there was no need to reason with them. They didn't understand reason, they only knew violence.

While talking, several ruffian-looking migrant workers gathered around Ye Shaofeng.

They stared at Ye Shaofeng ferociously. Obviously, these people were scalpers.

"If you want to leave, there is no door. You beat our people and left as soon as you said. What do you want us to do?

Even if I agree to let you go, my brothers can't agree," said the scalper boss arrogantly.

Ye Shaofeng looked around. At this moment, there were at least twenty people standing behind him.

The scalpers of this gang are probably all here...