"How to solve it? Pay money, pay us money!" the leader said evilly.

"I'm sorry for being paralyzed, but you've done something wrong to me." Yang Mu laughed angrily, dragging Qin Huairu forward. He enjoyed Qin Huairu's ferocity and strength with one arm, and directly pushed the little boss on the ground with one hand.

He was grabbed, "Pah! Pah!" Several big-eared croakers whipped him.

"We are Mr. Gou's people!" Although the little boss was swollen into a pig's head, he still roared in a position where he could not lose.

"Master Dog is just a daddy." Yang Mu said nonchalantly.

"How dare you scold Master Gou? If you have the guts, let me go and I'll call someone." The little boss said harshly.

"Hey~ Shake people, I am not afraid of crowds. I will give you one hour to call someone. If you are late, you will not wait. If I can't see your so-called dog man for an hour, I will be full of people in Forty-Nine City.

Propaganda, your dog is a coward, your dog is a piece of shit." Yang Mu patted his pig-headed face and said.

"There are really some people who are not afraid of death and have the courage to leave a name." said the little boss.

Yang Mu rolled his eyes, coughed twice, cleared his throat and said, "Listen up, you bastards, I am one of the Thirteen Taibao of the Forty-Nine City."

"Thirteen Taibao in Forty-Nine City?" Everyone was surprised and wondered, "I have never heard of such a number in Forty-Nine City."

"Nan Xiaodu, Bei Laojiu, the thirteen Taibao are invincible; the beggar coach Na Sanshao, the coachman master Xiao Aqiao; the blind drunkard, the black and white impermanent dragon, tiger and leopard, I am Na Sanshao! Looking at the entire Sijiu City, who is he?

Mom dares to touch our thirteen Taibao. Get out! Tell Mr. Dog that Third Young Master Na is here waiting for him to kowtow and apologize!" Yang Mu shouted coldly.

Yang Mu directly told the little boss to get out and shake people. Of course, before leaving, Yang Mu searched all the money of these gangsters and regarded it as compensation for the third uncle and Qin Huairu. Don't say, these little bastards

For those who still had some money, the total amount was eight yuan. Yang Mu directly took half of it, and the third uncle and Qin Huairu each shared four yuan.

Qin Huairu immediately smiled when she saw the money, but the third uncle was trembling all over and whispered: "Da Mao, let's run."

"A monk can't escape from the temple if he runs away. Will he still be able to do this business after running away?" Yang Mu asked as he picked up the popcorn scattered on the ground.

The third uncle was stunned. Yes, if he runs away now, then this business will not be possible in the future. Qin Huairu was also dumbfounded. When she thought that she could not do such a profitable business, Qin Huairu was so distressed that she could not breathe.

"Da Mao, what should we do?" Qin Huairu is also very scared, but everyone has a sense of luck, what if the other party is bluffing, and besides, Qin Huairu is reluctant to part with this quick-earning business, and again, the poor are afraid

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Some people say that poverty is a kind of wealth. Those who say this are simply drinking too much poisonous chicken soup. Poverty is a kind of disaster. Poverty is the root of all evil. Having a solid warehouse means knowing etiquette. Having enough food and clothing means knowing honor and disgrace.

For people like Qin Huairu who have been in darkness all year round, when a beam of light appears, she will desperately grab it, just like grabbing a stupid pillar and sucking blood for the rest of her life.

"What should I do? Cold salad!" Yang Muhun said nonchalantly.

As the stubborn leader of Forty-Nine City, Zhong Yuemin had some sources of information. He knew that Lord Gou had a certain degree of power. He was about to open his mouth to persuade Yang Mu, but seeing Yang Mu's calm look, he closed his mouth. Zhong Yuemin also wanted to

Looking at Yang Mu's strength, if Yang Mu really can't defeat the opponent, then he can just save Yang Mu.

Zhong Yuemin took a few glances and found several young people wearing green military coats outside the cinema. He immediately walked up and whispered a few words. The young people wearing green military coats immediately dispersed and left. Gradually, people appeared on the square outside the cinema.

There were two or three young men in green coats.

These young people seem to be loose, but in fact they are loose on the outside and tight on the inside. They subconsciously form an offensive and defensive formation, with main attack, support, cover, and cooperation. It has to be said that these children from the compound have been influenced by them since childhood.

, some skills can be learned by oneself without a teacher.

Yang Mu suddenly remembered the war games played by children in later generations. Chinese children spontaneously formed a three-and-three formation, two in front and one behind, while the black boys in Africa rushed in swarm. There were some things that really cannot be described in words.

"Is this the person you called here? You don't believe me so much?" Yang Mu grabbed Zhong Yuemin and asked.

"It's not that I don't believe in you, brother, it's mainly because my brothers have been used to being arrogant since they were young. It just gives them a new perspective and lets them know that there are people outside the world, and there is a world outside the world." Zhong Yuemin said with a smile.

"Yes, you guys are good at talking. I'll take note of your kindness. Next, your brother, I'll invite you and your brothers to watch a classic Hong Kong-style martial arts drama - Zhang Chu Xiaoyao

The enemy of the King of Hell." Yang Mu smiled and patted Zhong Yuemin on the shoulder.

Zhong Yuemin was a little confused because he couldn't understand Yang Mu's words.

After a while, a group of gangsters surrounded by a muscular and ferocious man walked toward the direction of Yang Mu.

When the third uncle and Qin Huairu saw so many people, they were immediately frightened. It wasn't that they didn't want to run, but that their legs were weak and they couldn't run.

"Is it your grandson who asked Mr. Dog to come and kowtow to apologize? What a big statement!" came an angry shout.

Yang Mu was too lazy to pay attention to them, but stretched his muscles and said to Zhong Yuemin: "Watch it." After Yang Mu said that, he stepped on the ground with his legs, turned into a gust of wind and rushed towards these gangsters.

"Baji elbow to the heart!" Yang Mu shouted, and elbowed the leader of the strong man in the chest.

"Wow~" The strong man spurted out a large mouthful of blood. At the same time, his body weighing nearly two hundred kilograms was pushed forward and hit the crowd behind him, knocking down a large area.

Zhong Yuemin and his friends were stunned.

"This is too strong, Yuemin, who is he? Is he retired as the King of Soldiers?" asked one of Zhong Yuemin's friends.

"He calls himself Master Na San, one of the Thirteen Taibao." Zhong Yuemin stared at Yang Mu's figure closely and murmured.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "What are the Thirteen Taibos?"

"Nan Xiaodu, Bei Laojiu, the thirteen Taibao are invincible; the beggar coach Na Sanshao, the coachman master Xiao Aqiao; the blind drunkard, the black and white impermanent dragon, tiger and leopard, these are the legendary Thirteen Taibao in Sijiu City." Zhong Yuemin repeated.

Some words from Yang Mu.

Yang Mu took the lead, and after knocking down the strong man leading him with an elbow, he immediately used Xiaoyao's movement skills like an elegant crane, and rushed into the crowd of gangsters. He violently struck out with a sharp hand, and one gangster fell to the ground with one palm strike.

, and soon, more than thirty gangsters fell on the ground.

"Run!" The remaining gangsters turned around and ran away.

"Can you run?" Yang Mu snorted coldly. The soul of Jamaican Usain Bolt was once again possessed. Yang Mu easily caught up with these bastards and slapped them to the ground one by one with great grace.

"Run away! We still have more than fifty people. I don't believe he can catch up with us?" Someone yelled, and these gangsters immediately scattered and ran away.

"Surround them, block them, don't let them escape." Zhong Yuemin shouted loudly.

Zhong Yuemin's friends immediately gathered together and spread out suddenly to guard the exits of the cinema square. These stubborn masters of the courtyard did not fight the gangsters, but only blocked their way.

Then, he was slapped to the ground by Yang Mu who was chasing him.

Zhong Yuemin looked at Yang Mu who was killing everyone, and he felt very excited. He couldn't help shouting with enthusiasm: "The Thirteen Taibao are invincible."

"The Thirteen Taibao are invincible!" Zhong Yuemin's friends also shouted with enthusiasm, as if they had been beaten to death.

"Is this Damao? Hidden so deeply?" The third uncle was dumbfounded.

"Yeah, it's so deep!" Qin Huairu looked at Yang Mu with a strange look. It is human nature to worship the strong. Qin Huairu didn't know how to face Yang Mu in the future.

Qin Huairu suddenly thought of Sha Zhu, and couldn't help but feel a wave of fear in her heart. She secretly rejoiced in her heart: "Fortunately, Damao hid it so deeply. Otherwise, whether Sha Zhu, Damao's nemesis, could survive to such an old age is a question."

"Looking at the entire Forty-Nine City, who the hell dares to touch our Thirteen Taibos!" Niu Bi said loudly after Yang Mu slapped all the gangsters down.
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