Black-bellied mad and cute wife: you don't want to marry

Chapter 72 His Anger

Du Yu raised Gu Cheng from the ground, Gu Cheng was staggering, drunk and confused, and didn't even know who he and Qiao Yan were.

"Qiao Yan, help him to the side of the car!" Du Yu ordered.

"Yo, there are several brothers here, you still want to slip away!"

The gangster leader began to stick to Du Yu's body with malicious intentions, and the short sleeves were thrown from his head, revealing a large skull tattoo on his back.

Seeing this situation, the rest of the gangsters followed suit one after another. They all stripped off their shirts, and embroidered various tattoos of blue dragons or white tigers on their backs.

Du Yu watched these people's movements with cold eyes, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Qiao Yan who had helped Gu Cheng to the side of the car and was trying to open the door.

"Tell me, boy, what do you want to do? Either keep the wine money he owes today, or crawl back like him!"

"This kid looks talented, and he also drives a BMW off-road. He doesn't look like a rich man. Hey, I said buddy, you can pay for it and get things done!"

"That's not necessarily the case, what if this BMW is stolen and borrowed!"

"Don't talk about it, it's important to ask for money, otherwise Boss Feng hired us to eat?"

The gangsters surrounded Du Yu chattering and gesticulating.

"Hey, I saw his shirt last time in that Maxgis store, it cost more than 1 yuan. At that time, I ran out in a panic, and the salesperson even gave me two supercilious looks!"

"Look at this kid, he's quite handsome. I heard that Boss Feng has a client who likes it... well, you know, if he wants to, no matter if he's with a rich woman or a fat old man, the money... huh, huh!"

A gangster stretched out his hand, counting money with his thumb and forefinger.

"Is that enough?"Du Yu raised his eyelids coldly, and glanced disdainfully at the dozen or so punks surrounding him.

"Are you going together, or one by one!"

Du Yu made a fist with one hand, and pressed his joints with the other to make a "click".

The gangster shrugged and looked down on Du Yu: "It's a good thing to be brave, but have you really thought about it clearly? It will be embarrassing if you are beaten until you cry and call your mother and grandpa!"

Another gangster immediately clung to the leader's ear and said, "Boss, don't tell me, this kid looks like he has practiced twice!"

"Fart, some of the sons and daughters of rich families are not rich and rich. What are they practicing? Their kung fu is all practiced on the bed with women!"

"Yes, yes, the boss is right. This kid looks like he has been hanging out with women for a long time. Seeing that he has done a lot of push-ups, the muscles on his arms are protruding!"

A gangster with a mischievous eyebrow and mouse eyes glanced at Qiao Yan's direction, and smiled lewdly: "Look, the girl he brought just now is really good-looking, and I'll overthrow him in a while, so why don't you guys go and have a good time too!"

Hearing these words, Du Yu became furious and burned all over his body!
He can treat them as farts no matter what they say, except Qiao Yan who can't hurt him!

While the gangsters were still laughing and commenting on Qiao Yan, Du Yu kicked the gangster who had just taken Qiao Yan's idea to a distance of seven or eight meters with one kick!
After a loud bang of "Peng".

The laughter of the gangsters stopped immediately.

"You're not bad, kid!" The gangster rubbed his fists, looked sideways at his subordinate who was thrown away by someone's kick, and waved his thin arms, "Brothers, come on!"

The fake young and Dangerous boys immediately set up a posture around Du Yu like a mad dog. From the cold eyes to the movements of bending over, kneeling and raising fists, they are generally quite in place with the performances in TV dramas.

But they were just showing off, but no one dared to really rush forward.

The little friend who was kicked away just now is still crying and howling not far away. Who is not afraid of becoming the next unlucky ghost!
"Come on, what kind of POSS is this time?"The leader angrily reprimanded his incompetent subordinates.

(End of this chapter)