Yellow Springs Inn (Bai Fan) Chapter 43: Small thief

Hearing that the middle-aged man wanted to teach him a lesson, Qinghong was even more furious. He immediately held the bottle of malted milk to his chest, and shouted loudly: "You three social moths, you must be These years have not harmed people less, have they?"

"There is a way to heaven if you don't go, but there is no way to **** but you have to run in. Today I will let you buy a lesson with blood!"

"Hey!"

The middle-aged man looked at Qinghong exaggeratedly. He probably didn't expect that this young man with a strong rural atmosphere dared to resist, but he was quite puzzled at the moment.

"Brother, let's stop talking nonsense with him."

"Just grab the money from him, and that bottle of malted milk is worth tens of dollars, so grab it too!"

"Steal your sister!"

The middle-aged man with a full face stretched out his hand and patted the yellow hair on his left side, and reprimanded him with displeasure: "Are you blind? How much is that fart malted milk worth?" , Even if you are a thief, you have to be a little level, okay?"

"Big... big brother..."

Huang Mao glanced timidly at the furious middle-aged man beside him, and said softly: "Then shall we do it now, or continue chatting with him?"

"Talking about your sister!"

The middle-aged man once again reached out and patted Huang Mao's head vigorously, cursing angrily: "I was unlucky in my previous life, and I brought a brainless person like you out to rob."

Having said that, he raised his eyes to look at the young man with a baby face next to him, and reminded him: "Xiaoyi, go and get all the money from him!"

"I... I... I'm a little scared..."

The young man named Xiaoyi responded hesitantly. The doll's face was full of nervousness and fear. It was obviously the first time he did this.

"Two useless trash!"

The middle-aged man with a swollen face cursed angrily, then snatched the fruit knife from Xiaoyi's hand, squinted at Qinghong, and said with a sneer, "You're quite courageous, just a sword No eyes, it won't be good if it hurts you in a while."

"The three of our brothers only want to make money, not to kill."

"If you hand over the money honestly, then I can let you leave safely. If not, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Come on, come on, hurt each other!"

Qinghong made a provocative gesture towards him, with a sneer across his face.

Back when he was in Fenglin Village, he wasn't even afraid of the red-clothed woman in the bardo, and after dozens of rounds of fighting, he didn't fall into a clear disadvantage.

As far as the trio of killers who are mixed with dragons and snakes in front of them, Qinghong will not take it to heart.

Seeing that Qinghong seemed to have no fear on his face, the middle-aged man with a stern face seemed to be a little bit timid.

Immediately asked in an uncertain tone: "Is there something wrong with my kid's brain? Is it really worth money?"

"Tut tut."

Qinghong couldn't help but clicked his tongue and said: "You just want to steal money, so why don't you go straight to it? Why are you talking so much?"

"I waited until all the flowers withered, but you still dared not do it like a turtle. Do you still want me to take the initiative to hand over the money to you!"

"You are courting death!"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, and ran towards Qinghong with a fruit knife in his hand.

"I don't know how to live or die."

Qinghong stood there grinning, and threw the malted milk in his hand vigorously forward. After the round can drew a beautiful parabola under the night, it hit the middle-aged chest firmly.

Ah...

After being hit hard by the jar of malted milk extract, the middle-aged man with thick flesh grunted in pain, and his galloping figure stopped instantly.

Bang Dang.

The jar of malted milk essence fell heavily to the ground, and after hitting the ground, it made a crisp sound, scaring the timid Shamate trio to death.

These three people came out to block the road and rob, which is a shameful business. Once they hear something troublesome, shouldn't they be scared to pee?

After being startled by the sound of malted milk falling to the ground, all three of them froze in place.

Taking advantage of the moment when the three of them hadn't slowed down, Qinghong rushed forward with a stride, using the small grasping hand he learned from King Wulong in Fenglin Village, and clasped the fleshy middle-aged man's wrist bone with one hand , and then a little more force, under the force of vomiting, the fleshy middle-aged wrist bone seemed to be broken, the pain caused the palm to loosen on the spot, and the fruit knife that survived fell to the ground in response.

Seeing that the opponent's wounding weapon was also knocked down, Qinghong's self-confidence rose instantly.

Immediately, he suddenly jumped up from the ground, and his knee slammed heavily on the chin of the fleshy middle-aged man. He only heard a squeak, and the chin of the fleshy middle-aged man had been dislocated by the forceful impact.

Ah...

Under the pain, he hurriedly staggered forward and then flew back. The center of gravity of one of his feet was unstable, and he automatically fell into a shit.

Seeing that the boss was knocked to the ground by this young man with a strong rural flavor in one move, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back. The other two were already scared out of their wits.

Especially the baby-faced young man ~IndoMTL.com~ even screamed on the spot, and ran away indiscriminately.

Where to run!

Qinghong rushed forward in three steps, grabbed the back of the baby face, and then pulled back hard, knocking him to the ground in response.

Huang Mao saw that his two companions had been knocked down to the ground, but under the shock in his heart, he felt a desire to survive.

Immediately shouted loudly, squeezed his not too big fist and blasted towards Qinghong.

Overwhelmed!

Looking at the thin Huangmao in front of him, Qinghong just raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and kicked out with a side leg, hitting Huangmao's abdomen, kicking him sideways on the spot, and hitting him heavily on the roadside road. Under the mango tree, it was impossible to climb up like mud.

When seeing these three people appear earlier, Qinghong thought they were so capable that they dared to block the road and rob in broad daylight.

In the end, the three of them were easily dealt with with just one punch and one kick, and it didn't even have the effect of warming up, which somewhat disappointed him.

He leaned over and picked up the can of malted milk that fell on the ground. Fortunately, it was not broken due to the fight, and he could still take it back to eat.

Bi Bo... Bi Bo... Bi Bo...

Suddenly, the sound of a police car beeping came from behind him, the sound was very urgent, and it came quite quickly, in just a blink of an eye, the two police cars had already stopped behind Qinghong.

It happened that Qinghong had just picked up the can of malted milk from the ground at this time, and was carefully wiping the dust on the can.

Six police officers rushed down from the car, and surrounded Qinghong without saying a word!

"Don't move, we are the police!"

Looking at the group of six holding batons in front of him, Qinghong naturally couldn't use it as freely as he had just faced the robbers blocking the road.