Wang Xiaopang swallowed hard: "Old Fan, I... I told you not to go this far out."

"Look at you, so pathetic!"

Ye Bufan cursed and took a few steps forward with a cold face.

"I'll give you a chance. Apologize to Fatty, and I can forgive you."

"Hahaha!"

The man couldn't help but laugh: "Little brat, what are you talking about in your sleep?"

"Then stop talking nonsense!"

"You're asking for it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man swung his large hand directly at Ye Bufan, making Wang Xiaopang behind him unable to bear to look.

Bang!

The sound is off.

Turning his head, Ye Bufan saw that he had already dodged the other person's slap and punched the other person in the stomach.

The power above made the man feel what it meant to have his world turned upside down!

"cough!"

But this was not the end, Ye Bufan’s cold voice rang out.

"This punch is for Fatty!"

The fist landed on the man's face, sending him flying half a meter.

"This punch is what you owe me at noon."

"This is what you owe me from lunchtime."

"This time... well, I don't like you!"

"This time... I don't care anymore, what's wrong with beating you up?"

Only after the sounds of fists landing on flesh disappeared did Qin Sheng move to a blind spot.

"Holy crap, Lao Fan! How did you become so awesome?! That was a first-tier martial artist!"

"I told you, I feel like I could eat a whole cow right now!"

The sound gradually faded away before Qin Sheng reappeared in the alley.

The man on the ground was no longer recognizable; he lay there in a disheveled state, unconscious.

"It's like bringing you a pillow when you're sleepy."

A flash of white light appeared in his hand, and he held a syringe-like medicine in his grasp.

"Let me see what happens."

Sizzle…

The medicine was completely absorbed into the man's body in an instant!

The next instant, his eyes snapped open!