My Bamboo Horse Is Super Sweet - Chapter 63
Both sides of the minions have been dry, the two leaders are still arguing there.
This is the rhythm of lightning not rain.
The corners of Fengcheng’s lips hooked, inclined his head, snorted, and slowly threw the cigarette on the ground with his fingertips.
In the dim light, his long body jade standing.
The light mockery at the corner of his lips made that handsome to the point of misery face, more than a touch of arrogant gangsterism.
His eyes settled on the other party’s boss, carelessly striding his long and slender legs.
Seeing someone approaching, the two cursing men stopped at the same time.
The other side saw that the one who approached was a handsome and handsome teenager and was somewhat disdainful: “You he. Who the fuck ……”
Before the other party finished speaking, Fengcheng was another hooked lip, sinking a handsome face, a fist swung out, a biting fist wind directly smashed over.
A bang.
The opponent’s boss, who received a heavy blow to the face, was instantly smashed over on the ground.
Fengcheng, with one hand in his bag, looked at the man from above, his voice lazy and magnetic: “I’m in a hurry, what’s the point of all this nonsense?”
The man covered his face and lay on the ground looking at him, obviously dumbfounded by the beating.
Looking at the person who pretended to fall on the ground and hesitated to get up, Fengcheng’s good-looking eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and a dangerous aura spread from his body.
“Get up.” He threw out two words in an extremely light voice.
The boss who was beaten, intimidated by his aura, lay on the ground, gulped and took two steps back: “I don’t!”
Honestly, he had never seen someone as ruthless as him who didn’t say much.
The general fight, is not always yelling a few times, go through the stage, the people under the men then casually over two moves, is not finished?
Who can tell him why this man is so serious?
He had the guts to threaten, “Don’t act rashly, I have a lot of men!”
Feng Cheng snorted lightly, bent his waist, his big white palm pulled out the steel. The pipe, held in the hand weighing, voice low and dangerous: “up or not?”
“……”
Look at his appearance, it looks like he wants to be real!
A boss is a bit scared: “Big, big brother, there are things to say properly, okay?”
The black eyes did not have a trace of temperature: “Are you sure? Then when you went to smash the venue, you said it properly?”
The man did not even think: “I was wrong, I do not dare again, I will pay for the damaged things!”
At this kind of time, other nonsense need not say more, first admit the mistake, is the truth!
The company’s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.
He approached him step by step, holding the steel in his hand. The pipe dragged on the ground, friction emitted a harsh noise.
As if playing the overture of death.
It’s like a prelude to death.
As he slowly approached, a boss felt the sweat hairs on his body are erected.
He finally did not calm down, pulling his voice and began to shout: “Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? I compensate money still can not, come on, help ah, kill people!”
The surrounding fighters all stopped.
But none of them dared to approach.
The young man was dressed in a white shirt, black hair down, thin lips pursed, obviously handsome, but the body emits a heavy hostility, as if the king of Shura from hell.
As he slowly lifted the steel. The heart of the crowd is also mentioned in the throat.
He …… is not really going to shoot it down!
That may cause a human life!
Fengcheng hooked up the corners of his lips, his eyes were deep like ink, but his blood was boiling with a heat that was a …… violence. The power of the blood nature.
In the hands of the teenager’s steel. The tube is about to fall a moment ……