Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 337 Battle!
The board-inch man took a step forward, and the twenty gangsters surrounding Shen Yunfeng also took a step forward at the same time.

At this time, if someone gave an order, in the next second, twenty steel pipes or baseball bats would be ready to fall on Shen Yunfeng.

"Our boss Huang is really good at predicting things."

The board-inch man squinted at Shen Yunfeng, and said with a sinister smile.

"He expected that your kid would come to him, so he arranged for us to wait for you at the chamber of commerce last night."

Shen Yunfeng smiled faintly, narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"

The board inch man laughed again.

The gangsters around even roared with laughter.

The white-haired man looked at Shen Yunfeng like a fool.

"What do you mean, hahaha!"

"Boy, you are about to be unlucky."

The board-inch man looked at Shen Yunfeng with a fake smile and said.

"On Boss Huang's one-acre three-point land, there is no room for anyone to act wild."

"Although those three losers don't deserve sympathy, after all, they were sent by Boss Huang. If you hit them, it's like giving Boss Huang eye drops."

"I heard that you are a little bit behind, but in front of our brothers, the dragon must be coiled, and the tiger must be lying down."

The board-inch man laughed out loud, indescribably proud, arrogant and defiant.

Twenty or so gangsters smashed the steel pipes or baseball bats in their hands on the concrete floor, making a uniform thumping sound.

If you were a little more timid, seeing the posture of the disciple of the yellow dog, you would probably pee your pants at this time.

Behind a window on the third floor near the gate of the small building, several figures appeared, and in the middle stood a middle-aged man with an extraordinary bearing.

The few hairs left were combed back meticulously, making his forehead appear particularly large and bright.

The middle-aged man was none other than Huang Zhenbei, nicknamed Yellow Dog.

He immediately received the news that Shen Yunfeng had come to his door. After the Bancun man led a group of gangsters to meet him, Huang Zhenbei, surrounded by several confidants, went to the third floor to watch the scene of Shen Yunfeng being abused.

"So, the mastermind behind the scenes is indeed the work of the yellow dog."

A cold voice suddenly sounded.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The big-inch man who was laughing almost choked.

With a low growl, he pointed at Shen Yunfeng and shouted: "Shut up!"

"If you dare to say that word again, believe it or not, I will tear your mouth apart right now!"

The board-inch man knew that Boss Huang was watching upstairs, and if he accidentally heard someone calling him a yellow dog, he would definitely be furious.

Worried that he would be implicated, he hurriedly drank, but the expression on his face was no longer right.

Shen Yunfeng smiled, glanced upstairs, looked at the uneasy-looking man, and said lightly: "Yellow dog, oh, no, you boss Huang, you are a character after all, you use this kind of obscene method, if you deal with me, a mountain person, you are not afraid of losing your worth?"

Ever since Shen Yunfeng said the word "yellow dog" seemingly unintentionally, the board-inch man was scared out of his wits.

In desperation, he gritted his teeth and rushed in front of Shen Yunfeng, roaring: "Boy, did you give me a face?"

"Young Master is also a reasonable person. You have repeatedly spoken rudely and offended Boss Huang. Now, you can only admit that you are unlucky."

He raised his arm and pointed to the tip of Shen Yunfeng's nose.

"You repeatedly insulted Boss Huang and broke two arms!"

"I beat those three waste materials and broke a leg."

"If you don't resist, the young master will only waste your arms and legs."

"If you resist, hey, you know what a vegetative person looks like, you will end up just like them."

Seeing that Shen Yunfeng didn't show any intention of resisting, the square-inch man unscrupulously raised his hand and patted Shen Yunfeng's shoulder, raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that you are also a kid."

"Snapped!"

"what!"

The sound of the palm slamming on the cheek resounded!
Immediately afterwards, there was a scream.

Shen Yunfeng slapped forcefully on the face, and the square-inch man was caught off guard, screamed and took several steps back.

"you"

"What are you?"

Shen Yunfeng took a step, interrupted the bancun man, and said to his stunned expression.

"Break two of my arms and one leg, it's too domineering for you to do so."

The board-inch man touched the obviously swollen side face, pulled out a short dagger and rushed towards Shen Yunfeng, while roaring: "Fuck (a kind of fitness exercise)!"

"If you want to blame the strong, blame yourself for being a weak woman!"

Almost at the moment when the Bancun man rushed towards Shen Yunfeng with a dagger in hand, the window on the third floor opened suddenly.

A gloomy middle-aged man's voice sounded: "Break my hands and feet directly, send someone to follow, and watch him crawl back to Hanzhong like a mangy dog."

Huang Zhenbei, the owner of the Huang's Chamber of Commerce, spoke, and the gangsters who surrounded Shen Yunfeng downstairs, one by one, roared in unison.

It's just that they didn't rush towards Shen Yunfeng for the time being.

They seem to be sure that a single inch man can overthrow the weakling Shen Yunfeng.

Shen Yunfeng slapped his face without saying hello, making the straight-inch man feel insulted even in his dreams.

After being Huang Zhenbei's disciple for so many years, he has always bullied others. When will it be his turn to be slapped by others?

Especially, in front of the boss, in front of more than [-] younger brothers.

This is simply a stain in the life of a sluggish man.

Now, if he didn't stab the short blade in Shen Yunfeng's body to a certain dangerous place, the narrow man would feel that it would be difficult to wash away the insult he had just suffered.

Regain the dignity trampled by weak chickens.

In the light of the knife, the indescribable expression of the board-inch man was right in front of his eyes.

"Whoosh!"

All the gangsters were stunned.

The board-inch man felt a flash in front of his eyes, and Shen Yunfeng, who was staring at him, disappeared from his eyes.

"Snapped!"

A muffled sound exploded in everyone's ears.

The gangsters don't know why.

The straight-inch man let go of his forward momentum, staggered back a few steps, and sat down on the ground.

With a short blade in his hand, he disappeared.

The other side of the face was blood red, and within three to five seconds, it became red and swollen.

"what!!!!!!!!!"

It wasn't until this time that the Bancun man seemed to realize that he was slapped by Shen Yunfeng again.

He screamed loudly, probably not because of the labor pain on his cheek.

Instead, it is venting the depression and pain in my heart.

"hiss!"

The gangsters were collectively confused.

"They're all fucking trash!"

The furious sound of the middle-aged man came from upstairs.

"Give it to me. If you don't kill this kid today, don't say he belongs to Huang Zhenbei."

The boss has spoken, so we can no longer remain stunned.

"Huh!"

Someone yelled, and at once, twenty steel pipes and baseball bats glowing with cold light greeted Shen Yunfeng's head, face, and other parts of his body.

A sneer flashed across Shen Yunfeng's face, his body bent slightly, his eyes fixed on the straight man among the gangsters, and rushed over again.

(End of this chapter)