Urban Strengthening System

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Ming Ge looked at Wei Dacheng's baggy fat body, smiled disdainfully, and then took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it.

"This snack street was contracted by Murongming.

Anyone who opens a shop here must pay me a protection fee! "

"Guarantee, protection fee?"

Wei Dacheng was a little dazed, after all, this was a term far away from him.

"Oh! What time is this, and is there a protection fee?"

Wang Tuo held his glasses and laughed disdainfully.

Ye Hong frowned, but was inexplicably disgusted with the name Murong Ming.

He probably knew that, like Lu Xiaotian, Murong Ming was also a nickname.

But thinking of this nasty thing and Murong listening to a surname, Ye Hong was unhappy.

This group of guys hadn't seen it in the snack street before. It must have appeared after the night food moved away.

Presumably, in addition to this small shop, there are also many shops in the snack street that have been poisoned by these people.

All in all, this group of guys should not be taken lightly, either for Wei Dacheng or for their own careful thinking.

Ye Hong's gaze dropped sharply, but he had a calculation in mind.

On the other side, Murong Ming glared at Wang Tuo: "You four eyes, are you going to pay protection fees for them?

If you don’t pay, don’t force it, be careful if I screw your four-eyed dog head! "

Wang Tuohe had been so scolded before, and his face suddenly turned red.

With an angry look, he also looked at Yehong.

Like Wei Dacheng, Wang Tuo's confidence also came from Ye Hong.

The punks were already impatient, and muttered, "Boss, what are you talking about with these three boys?"

Beat them up and you won’t know how powerful [Murong Gang] is! "

Murong Ming chuckled: "It's the same thing.

Brothers, give it to me! "

A group of gangsters flicked all kinds of hair, and rushed up with a shout.

The weird accessories hanging on the body jingled into pieces with the pace of running.

Just like a beggar who begs on the street, he races with pots and pans.

"It seems that the legs of the chair come in handy."

Facing the fierce gangsters, Ye Hong untiedly removed the chair leg just now.

He patted the chair legs on Wei Dacheng's hands, and solemnly asked in the latter's brutal eyes: "Fat man, they will hand it to you!"

Wei Dacheng's pupil widened instantly: "Nani?!"

He could not think of it anyway, Yehong chose to let him face this group of guys.

This looks different from the imaginary script? !

But looking at the group of slobbers who were about to spray on their faces, Wei Dacheng had no time to think about it.

He lifted the leg of the chair in his hand, closed his eyes, and waved forward with his fate.

"Ahhhh! I fight with you!"

Wei Dacheng didn't have any rules, and he didn't understand ancient martial arts. He just went to the mixed group with a lot of strength.

He closed his eyes and waved the chair legs in his hands.

"Ah!"

Murong Ming behind the crowd saw Wei Dacheng's awkward movement and couldn't help laughing.

"It turned out to be a fool..."

He didn't say anything, but he saw a scream from one of his men, and he couldn't help but kneel down with his legs.

This kneeling happened to be on the course of Wei Dacheng's chair legs, and his face was hit by the chair legs.

"Well!"

He groaned, covering his bleeding nose, and leaned back.

But he was knocked out by Wei Dacheng on a chair leg.

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