"Brother Xiao Ye, our brothers have fallen today. I apologize to you here and promise not to harass the residents of Martin Luther King Street again. Please give us a lot." After bowing your head and surrendering, Brother Biao was very bachelor and immediately apologized, with his posture very low, but when he said this, his head lowered slightly, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

As the saying goes, the situation is better than the people, and they did fall into trouble today, but they finally cut the sermon to death and replace it. If they don’t get this scene back as soon as possible, he won’t have to charge protection fees in this area in the future.

However, just when Brother Biao was secretly ruthless and was thinking about how to remove Ye Tian from a big piece after turning back to recover from his injuries, he was shocked to see Ye Tian suddenly swing his knife and slashing at the gangster who had already surrounded him. Blood light splattered everywhere, and he actually cut off his right arm holding the knife.

Not only that, just when Brother Biao and others were still confused, Ye Tian attacked again, like a cheetah, rushed forward with a step forward and punched the vital part of the throat of a street gangster. The sharp machete stained with blood in his hand cut a very deep wound on the thigh of another street gangster.

As for the last remaining street gangster on the field, the face was pale and was completely scared. He had seen a ruthless person, but had never seen such a ruthless person. With their elder brother bowing his head and giving in, it was not enough to finish it and he had to put all of them down.

"I love male style, right? I'll do you!" Ye Tian smiled coldly, knocked the street gangster who had lost his fighting spirit to the ground with three punches and two kicks, then raised the sharp machete in his hand and stabbed it into his chrysanthemum area, and stirred it hard for a moment.

This scene was too bloody and violent, with a full visual impact. Even Zhuo Ya, who was standing on Ye Tian's side, couldn't bear to look at it.

"Little... Brother Xiao Ye, I'm convinced, I'm completely convinced. In the future, as long as Brother Xiao Ye appears, I will immediately take a detour and retreat. As long as my Brother Biao is still alive, I will guarantee to restrain my subordinates and will never cause trouble on Martin Luther King Street again!" Brother Biao's scalp was numb. He was originally planning to take revenge on Ye Tian, ​​but his legs were trembling, and he was not even speaking very easily.

"It doesn't matter to me whether you accept it or not. Even if you have revenge, it doesn't matter. I just want to tell you one fact. Martin Luther King Street is my Xiao Ye's territory. If you can be as tactful as Brother Octopus, then we can still be at peace, otherwise you will know the consequences yourself!" Ye Tian said coldly.

Ye Tian, ​​who grew up in a slum, knew very well that street gangsters like Brother Biao were very difficult to deal with, and they were vicious in their bones. If he could not teach him a heart-wrenching and painful lesson, then there would be endless troubles.

In fact, if Sister Zhuo Ya and others had not watched him, Ye Tian even had the intention to kill Brother Biao and others. Anyway, the lives of the slums were never worth much. Street gangsters like Brother Biao who only knew how to deceive and extort the poor were even more scum among scum. Even if they were killed, he would not have any psychological burden and would just treat it as doing good deeds.

Brother Biao, who had been walking around the gate of hell, bowed to Ye Tian, ​​and even ignored the thugs he brought. After a breath of relief, he ran away in a hurry. Because he had several lives under his command, he smelled a familiar killing breath from Ye Tian, ​​and had no doubt that Ye Tian would kill him.

"Old man, I'm back!"

The first thing Ye Tian did when he returned home was to pick up the empty wine bottles scattered all over the floor, then helped the old man lying in the corner to the bed and covered it with a thick blanket. After doing this, he took out a bottle of spray medicine from the drawer for curing striking and spraining, grinned and sprayed it on the purple area on his body for a few times.

While doing these things, Ye Tian deliberately covered his right wrist with his sleeve, not wanting the old man to see his dawn badge mark, and then knowing that his genetic potential detection is only an E-level thing. It is not that he feels embarrassing, but that he is afraid that the old man will be disappointed.

"Godde of Little Ye, the guardian of Martin Luther King Street, was injured by several street gangsters who could not even get on the table. It's really embarrassing!" The old man on the bed did not fall asleep, turned over and burped, and mocked drunk.

"What do you know? I am low-key. As the saying goes, it is the king to be low-key!" Ye Tian retorted.

Ye Tian did not exaggerate. Since he was very young, he had been practicing a strange physical technique taught by the old man. Whether it was his physical explosive power, endurance and flexibility, he was far superior to ordinary people. Although his genetic potential detection was only E-level, it was easier to deal with a few street gangsters.

If he hadn't been worried about his performance being too shocking, Ye Tian wouldn't have to hold Brother Biao hostage at all. He was very confident that he would knock those street gangsters to the ground in one encounter.

In fact, there is another saying that Ye Tian did not say. The reason why he deliberately kept a low profile and was unwilling to show his true strength in front of others was another more important reason, that is, for the sake of the old man.

Ye Tian always felt that the old man was a person with a story, and there must be some secrets on him. He had a lot of imagination and even guessed that the old man was being chased. Otherwise, how could he live in a slum in his name?

For this reason, Ye Tianping kept as low-key as possible and did not want to attract too much attention, so as not to cause any trouble to the old man.

"Shit low-key!" The drunk old man said dirty words in a vulgar way, but a fleeting warmth flashed in his eyes, and then took out something from his arms and threw it to Ye Tian.

It was a stone as big as a pebbles, with complex and mysterious patterns engraved on the surface, shining brightly in the low and dark house, emitting strands of strange blood.

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Chapter completed!