Urban carefree master

Quiet, very quiet!

Besides ye Bufan, the rest of them were shocked. They never thought that this young man, who has always been regarded as the sick man of East Asia, had such amazing skills!

For more than ten seconds, the group of talents responded that their boss actually let you kick away!

"Boss, boss!" All of a sudden, the scene was in chaos. One by one, they rushed to the coquettish man and helped him up from the ground. At the same time, they asked him where he was injured.

"I don't like him! Go ahead and beat the sick man to death The coquettish man spits out a handful of grass from his mouth and says it viciously.

Needless to say, those men wanted to rush up for a long time. Now they got his order, and they polished their fists and wiped their feet. They rushed up and attacked ye Bufan.

Felipe and tween look pale. With them, where can others be disrespectful to their boss? Just now, I wanted to get ahead, but I didn't expect to let Zhang Weiwei take the lead. Now of course, I can't fall behind.

"Go away!" Two people are almost the same voice angry, thunderous means to attack those who seem to be very powerful in the past.

Ye Bufan didn't take the initiative to attack. He had to protect Zhang Weiwei so that she wouldn't be hurt. He just stood there quietly and watched Phillip and her rivals ravage.

This group of people can only be ordinary people. Compared with Philip, they are too far behind. Although they can't beat ye Bufan, they think their skills are not very good. In fact, it's because they don't understand Chinese Kung Fu. Considering their real strength, they may not be as good as ye Bufan.

So, in their anger, almost in a few minutes, the dozen men fell to the ground one by one, screaming. If ye Bufan didn't stop them, I'm afraid they would have to lie for several months even if they didn't die.

"Arrogance also depends on capital! You little shrimps, you really think you are very powerful. In fact, the most pathetic thing is you, self righteous guys Ye Bufan walked to the coquettish man without expression and said.

"You... Poof!" The coquettish man had suffered from internal injury. After hearing what he said, he was even more angry. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fainted directly.

Who dares to talk to himself like that? Today, when I came out to play, I felt a little bored. I happened to meet ye Bufan, the "famous" sick man of East Asia, so I began to tease him.

But what I never thought was that he could not only tease the other party, but also avoid such a big loss. How could he not feel ashamed and angry? Just now, I've been trying to wait for my subordinates to get revenge. But who knows that this bastard has a very powerful helper. If he can't get revenge, it's even more insulting!

Seeing that Alan Johnson made himself dizzy, ye Bufan was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said: "it's really weak. Even this stimulation can't stand it. It's another waste that can't be an opponent!"

"Let's go. I'm afraid the American police who have nothing to do will come soon. More is better than less. We'd better avoid it!" Ye Bufan looked at the time, anyway, the food is almost eaten, and then let the other side of this stir, there is no interest to continue.

"Well!" Zhang Weiwei nodded gently, nestled up to him and walked in the direction of the car.

Those who had been watching did not stop them. Everyone saw that the cause of the incident was entirely on Johnson's side, and ye Bufan just fought back passively.

What's more, they don't have the courage to stop them. The power of Philip and others has already stopped them? It's not a good job.

After waiting for them to get on the bus and leave, these people react and dare not stay in the right and wrong place. If they are allowed to drink coffee, it will be a real injustice.

And Johnson's men gradually got up after the crowd dispersed. Although their injuries were not very serious, they were also very painful, which can be seen from the pain on their faces.

"Boss, boss!" A group of people, struggling with pain, gathered around Johnson and cried nervously.

Johnson came to his senses as they called, but his face was still pale. He said weakly, "come on, call someone and kill these bastards!"

"Boss, it's too late now. The sick man from East Asia is gone!" His hands hesitated, such as said.

"I'm so angry! Let's go back. This time, I will kill that bastard! " Johnson was so angry that he almost jumped up. Now, of course, he can only feel powerless.

"Yes Those men did not dare to neglect him, so they immediately picked him up and rushed home.

"Young master, what's the matter with you?" As soon as he entered the room, an old man with gray hair met him. Seeing his miserable appearance, he said in surprise.

"Don't mention it. I'm in bad luck today. I've been beaten by an East Asian sick man!" Johnson's relationship with the old man was obviously good. He didn't hide it from him and sighed.

"Sick man of East Asia? Are you talking about Chinese The old man said in surprise.

"Yes, he is a smelly boy from China. He is so angry! "Cough, cough..." Johnson said more and more excitedly, coughing violently.

"Don't get excited, young master. Speak slowly. What's the matter?" The old man came over and said in a warm voice.

In his gentle voice, Johnson miraculously restored calm and told the story again.

"So it is. It doesn't matter. When I find a chance to avenge you, I believe he can't escape." The old man's face was calm, but his words showed a sense of desperation.

"Now, let me treat you. Otherwise, it will be bad for you to fall ill." The old man took him by the hand and went into a house.

"Uncle Ali, what are you doing?" Johnson was so surprised that he didn't understand what he was doing.

Ali said with a smile, "young master, you'll get better soon when you lie on the bed."

Although Johnson was surprised, he lay down obediently. Ali raised his hands and said something. Soon, a holy light came out of his hands and shone on Johnson.

Johnson was surprised at this incomprehensible phenomenon, and felt that the light brought him a very comfortable feeling. Warm, his injury seemed to be much better.

"Uncle Ali, what kind of magic are you doing?" When Ali took back his hand, Johnson got up from the bed with all his strength. He felt that his injury was completely healed and asked in surprise.

"It's not magic, it's the most magical skill in the West. It's only a skill that people who believe in God can have!" Ali said with a smile.