Urban Hardened All-area System

Elder Brother Ming looked at Wei Dacheng's relaxed and fat body and smiled disdainfully. Then, he leisurely took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.    

    

"This snack street has been contracted by me, Murong Ming.    

    

Anyone who runs a shop here will have to pay me protection fees!"    

    

"Protection... protection fees?"    

    

Wei Dacheng was a little stunned. After all, this was a very distant term.    

    

"Ha! What era is this? Is there still a protection fee?"    

    

Wang Tuo adjusted his glasses and laughed in disdain.    

    

Ye Hong frowned, but he felt disgusted by the name Murong Ming.    

    

He roughly knew that Murong Ming was also a nickname like Lv Xiaotian.    

    

But when he thought of this disgusting thing having the same surname as Murong Tingmeng, Ye Hong felt unhappy.    

    

This group of people had never seen them in the snack street before. They must have appeared after the night food moved away.    

    

Presumably, other than this small restaurant, there were many other shops in the snack street that had been tortured by these people.    

    

All in all, whether it was for Wei Dacheng or for his little thoughts, these people could not be forgiven.    

    

The temperature in Ye Hong's eyes suddenly dropped, but he had a plan in his mind.    

    

On the other side, Murong Ming glared at Wang Tuo. "You four-eyed kid, are you going to pay the protection fee for them?    

    

"If you don't pay, don't force me, or I'll break your four-eyed dog head!"    

    

Wang Tuo had never been scolded like this before. He was so angry that his face turned red.    

    

He also looked at Ye Hong with anger in his eyes.    

    

Just like Wei Dacheng, Wang Tuo's confidence came from Ye Hong.    

    

Those hooligans were already impatient. They muttered, "Boss, what are you talking about with these three brats for?    

    

"Beat them up. Don't you know that we [Murong Gang] are here? Awesome!"    

    

Murong Ming sneered. "You're right.    

    

Brothers, attack!"    

    

A group of thugs immediately rushed forward while shaking all kinds of hair.    

    

The strange accessories hanging on their bodies, along with their running steps, clanged and clanged.    

    

They were like beggars begging on the street, running together with pots and pans.    

    

"Looks like this chair leg is still useful."    

    

Facing the group of vicious gangsters, Ye Hong took off the chair leg again unhurriedly.    

    

He slapped the leg of the chair on Wei Dacheng's hand and instructed solemnly under the latter's confused gaze. "Fatty, I'll leave them to you!"    

    

Wei Dacheng's eyes widened instantly. "Nani?!"    

    

He would never have thought that Ye Hong would choose to let him face these guys.    

    

This was different from what he had imagined.    

    

But looking at the group of hooligans who were about to spit on his face, Wei Dacheng had no time to think.    

    

He raised the chair leg in his hand, closed his eyes, and swung it forward as if he had accepted his fate.    

    

"Ahhhhh! I'll fight you to the death!"    

    

Wei Dacheng did not know any tactics, nor did he know any Ancient Martial Arts. He just rushed towards the group of gangsters with brute force.    

    

He closed his eyes and waved the chair in his hand.    

    

"Ha!"    

    

Murong Ming, who was standing behind the crowd, saw Wei Dacheng's terrible move and couldn't help but laugh.    

    

"So he is a fool..."    

    

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw one of his subordinates cry out in pain. He could not help but kneel down with his arms wrapped around his legs.    

    

He knelt down and happened to be kneeling on the path of Wei Dacheng's chair leg. His face was hit by the chair leg.    

    

"Wu!"    

    

He groaned and covered his bleeding nose. His body could not help but fall back.    

    

He was knocked unconscious by Wei Dacheng's chair leg.