The rich second generation who delivers food

Chapter 111 The Courage of the Otaku!
"This, this, haha ​​brothers, don't get me wrong, don't misunderstand me! I just didn't know how to speak, and I offended you guys, don't take it to heart! Don't take it to heart!" The greasy second master immediately walked over and pushed some of them away. The emotional rich boy said what he said on the scene, which eased the tense atmosphere.

"Huh, you old guy can speak a few words! It seems that you are their leader, then tell me how you plan to settle today's matter?" The scarred face called Fan Ye snorted coldly. asked directly.

"Hehe, Master Fan, it's not easy for you to take your brothers out to hang out, how about this. How about I give you 5000 for today's matter?" The greasy second master stretched out five fingers.

"How much? 5000? How the hell are you sending beggars? What kind of cars are you driving? Which one is not a luxury car worth over a million yuan? Now that my car has been hit, you actually want to take 5000 yuan to get rid of it I gave it to you? Damn it! Are you looking for a beating?" Fan Ye turned the flesh on his face, and cursed directly.

"You hit my car, and you still beat us without telling us money?" The sixth child seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and excitedly wanted to rush over to tell the difference!

"Yes! It's just your old old truck that's hauling dirt. It's just that the bumper is a little deformed. How much more do you want?" The man in sunglasses shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Oh! Do you want to do it? Brothers, put this kid down for me first!" Fan Ye yelled, and several gangsters rushed over and beat Lao Liu to the ground without any need for three or two strokes.

"Several, few, don't do it! Don't do it!" The greasy second master used to want to fight, but one of the gangsters slapped his glasses away.

The rest of the children from the rich family were stunned for a moment. These people usually yelled and yelled, and they were used to saying the last sentence. It was okay to laugh at Er Fatty Qin Hao and those poor children, but if they really encountered such an obvious A gang with the nature of the underworld is obviously at a loss.

"Damn it? I think who wants to do something?" Fan Ye stared at the remaining rich kids, and kept waving a steel pipe in his hand.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding? Master Fan, none of us planned to do anything, that little brother was too impulsive just now!" The greasy second master managed to get up from the ground, spat out the blood foam in his mouth, and said good things repeatedly.

"Hmph! I'm sorry you cowards don't dare! Stop talking nonsense and tell me how much it will cost?" Master Fan rolled his eyes at the greasy second master and asked.

"Ah, do you think this is okay? We are in a hurry to bring our anchor Ru Meng to participate in the Maoya platform carnival, so I will leave my phone number. Regarding the matter of losing money, I will definitely find you to resolve it later. How about it?" The greasy second master hesitated and suggested.

"What phone number did you leave behind? We'll deal with it later? Bang!" Another loud slap hit the greasy second master's face, and the glasses he finally found on the ground were knocked away again!
"You fucking ran away, where can I find you? If I want to give money, I will give it right now! And I only want cash!" Fan Ye said cursingly after slapping his face.

"You guys, you're too bullying, aren't you?" the man in the sunglasses couldn't help but say.

"Call you fucking nonsense!" Before he finished speaking, a gangster slammed a steel pipe hard on his back.

"Pa! Ouch!" The man in sunglasses screamed and fell to the ground. The remaining large fans all looked at each other and no one dared to say more!
At this time, many passers-by around had already started to watch and see the excitement, and many people started talking in the distance:

"Did you see, this Master Fan is here to blackmail people again!"

"That's right, he is sure that there are no traffic lights at this intersection, and he specially hides the big truck on the side of the road, and whenever there is a car passing by, he will jump out and hit people!"

"It seems like the people he blackmailed today are all rich people, right?"

"So what? These guys eat uncooked rice. Even if you are the king of heaven, you can still be beaten if you don't pay him!"

"Yeah, last time a rich second generation drove a sports car and was hit by Fan Ye's car. If they didn't pay the money, they broke several ribs. His family hired many people to find this Fan Ye, but they found him It’s been a month and I still can’t find anyone!”

"Then how much do you plan to want?" After finally finding the greasy second master who put on the glasses from the ground again, he asked while covering his red and swollen cheeks.

"Hmph, not much. That's all the same!" Fan Ye also stretched out five fingers.

"50000?"

"Fart! 50!"

"50? Yes, but I don't have that much cash with me?" The greasy second master turned his head to look at the other fans behind him with a mournful face, and all of them shook their heads.

50 ah!This is not a small number, not to mention that I didn't bring it with me, even if I did, no one of these people would want to take it out, right?
"No, it's okay if you don't have it. You go and get me cash now! But you have to keep this little girl as a hostage!" Master Fan suddenly pointed at Rumeng standing not far away, his eyes brightening.

"That, that, that can't be done! We just want to send Rumeng to the Maoya Carnival to walk the red carpet, how can we stay here!" The greasy second master grinned.

"Your fucking skin is itchy again, aren't you?" Master Fan raised his hand as if to hit the second master, which frightened the second master so much that he shrank and hid aside.

"Look at you cowards! You can't get 50 in cash now. I want you to withdraw the money. What's the problem with leaving someone to pay the bill?" Mr. Fan said, shaking his broad body three steps at a time. Shaking his head, he walked up to Rumeng.

At this time, Rumeng was so frightened that she couldn't stop shaking like a sieve, and she didn't even have the strength to escape.

"Tsk tsk. This little beauty is so pretty. She has a curvy front and back. She looks like she is fertile. Don't follow these cowards. From now on, follow me, Mr. Fan. I guarantee that you will be popular and drink spicy food. Why do you have to do anything? Where's the anchor? It's been a tiring day, and I have to squeeze my breasts today and show my vagina tomorrow!" As Mr. Fan spoke, he actually stretched out his big hands to hug Rumeng's small waist.

At this time, apart from the sixth boy and the man in sunglasses lying on the ground moaning, the rest of the dreamy fans all watched helplessly, and no one dared to take a step forward.

"Stop! You dare to moleste female college students in broad daylight, you are too rampant!" A loud shout sounded from behind Fan Ye.

This sound really startled him, and the big hand reaching for Rumeng stopped instantly.

Mr. Fan turned around and found a short, fat man standing behind him. Of course, he was Qin Hao's good friend Er Pang.

(End of this chapter)