Wan Feng didn't know who Yang Pao was, but he heard Wang Zhonghai talk about him once. He said that the people who injured Yang Pao last time ran to Xiao Wu's house for refuge.

Could it be that Yang Pao is here to seek revenge?

Judging from the aggressive posture, it is very likely.

Didn't Wang Zhonghai say that the matter had been settled? What the hell was going on here?

Could it be that I was so unlucky as to encounter something like this just because I was giving these idiots a lecture today?

This is fucking pretentious, too much.

Wang Zhonghai and his group were still quite tough. They didn't disperse at this time, but gathered together automatically. It was obvious that they did this kind of thing often.

This slightly changed Wan Feng's impression of them.

We still have the strength to fight on the battlefield.

Wang Zhonghai waved his hand and went forward to meet the opponent head-on.

Wan Feng quickly stepped aside.

Other people's war is none of his business. At best, he is just a spectator. He also wants to take this opportunity to understand the combat effectiveness of Wang Zhonghai and others.

The leader of the other side was a very sturdy man. I don’t know if it was because of his sturdy build or because he was wearing too many cotton clothes, but he gave the impression that he was a lot thicker than others.

But what made Wan Feng speechless was that this guy shaved his head in the middle of winter. What kind of aesthetic point of view is this?

With his stocky build and bald head, he looked like someone who was supposed to be performing in a skit rather than fighting.

Isn’t he afraid of his head freezing?

"Tubdy Yang! Don't you think you've overstepped your bounds? This is Aihui District, this is my territory, go back to your North District!" Although the other side had more people, Wang Zhonghai did not seem to be afraid. Instead, he loudly condemned the other side for invading his territory.

"Wang Donggua, stop with your bullshit! The last time you injured my brother, I'm still not done with you. I'm here to avenge him. Stop the bullshit and finish the fight first! Come on!"

The opening remarks were simple and clear, getting straight to the point without any dragging on.

This is the northern style. If you can fight, don't compete. Fight first and talk later.

"Why should I be afraid of you, buddy! Follow me!" Wang Zhonghai also took the lead and rushed up without hesitation.

No matter how you look at it, they are two Little Tigers.

So, the two groups rushed towards each other like American football.

What made Wan Feng dumbfounded was that the two girls were even more aggressive than the boys. One of them hugged one of the other's and opened her bloody mouth and bit him. No one knew where she bit the other, but the one who was bitten let out a wolf howl.

The other girl was no less impressive. She went up and kicked the guy in the crotch, causing him to squat down with his hands covering his stomach.

Yang Jianguo's cheeks trembled as he watched the scene, and he gasped: "I thought we Linji people were wild enough, but I didn't expect the people here are even wilder."

"This is normal. People in colder areas rely more on physical strength to survive because they don't have time to pull useless chicken eggs. If they pull eggs first like people in tropical areas, they might freeze to death by the time they finish."

"It seems to make sense."

It was very tiring to stand and watch a show, so Wan Feng squatted down, took out a pack of cigarettes, thought for a long time, and finally took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

In this kind of situation, it seems inadequate not to smoke a cigarette.

Unfortunately, he threw away his cigarette before it was even lit because it was too late.

Although Wang Zhonghai's men were very brave, the difference in numbers between the two sides was quite large. In a one-on-two situation, they were defeated one after another.

After Yang Pao's men gained the upper hand, they saw two people watching the show, so a few thugs rushed over waving sticks.

"How many of these bastards can you deal with?"

"Eight or ten is not a problem."

Yang Jianguo was able to handle so many, so Wan Feng had no plans to take action.

A boss should act like a boss. If the boss always takes action, then why does he keep subordinates?

After answering Wan Feng's words, Yang Jianguo strode forward, twisted his waist, kicked sideways, and then did a spinning kick, followed by several consecutive kicks.

The five or six thugs who rushed over were beaten and rolled on the ground one after another.

Unfortunately, one of the guys rolled in front of Wan Feng.

He seemed to not understand what was happening and lay on the ground looking at the squatting Wan Feng in confusion.

"Would you like one? It's a good cigarette, Chongjiu! It's very hard to buy." Wan Feng raised the orange-yellow Chongjiu cigarette box in his hand.

The bastard was confused for several seconds before he realized what was going on. He quickly got up and wanted to hit Wan Feng with the stick in his hand.

But when he raised his hand, he found that the stick in his hand had turned into a bird and flew away to who knows where.

Even though he had no stick, he still had his hands, so he swung his fist at Wan Feng.

"Damn it, I gave you a cigarette and you still want to hit me, do you think I'm easy to bully?" Wan Feng said this but his hands were not vague at all. He kicked the opponent's supporting calf, and when the opponent lost his balance and fell forward, he raised his knee and hit the opponent in the face with his knee.

He had used this trick many times before, and it always worked against those who had no martial arts skills, and it also saved time and effort.

The scoundrel who refused to accept the toast and was forced to drink the forfeit wine screamed and covered his face with his hands. At this time, Wan Feng kicked the other man three or four meters away with his other leg.

"You're such a loser that you can fall on my knees, and you dare to come out and hit me! You'd better not come over here again. Don't blame me if you die."

Wang Zhonghai's troops, which had been losing ground due to being outnumbered, reached a balance point in strength due to the sudden joining of Yang Jianguo.

Yang Jianguo's moves are not fancy at all. He uses one move almost every time, no matter whether it is the hands, legs, elbows, knees or even the body. One move is guaranteed to knock someone down. Naturally, he is invincible wherever he goes.

Wang Zhonghai was immediately cheered up when he saw this: "Brothers! Damn it!"

His brothers were also very excited and began to push back like galloping wild horses.

Wan Feng followed behind them, with his hands behind his back, using his feet to dig this and kick that, and after a few kicks he unexpectedly found that Yang Pao had also fallen to the ground.

Because this guy's bald head is as conspicuous as a fire in winter.

Wan Feng squatted in front of Yang Pao.

"Everyone else is the first to flee when the situation gets bad, but you're the first to fall? Why?"

"I don't know how I fell down. I just remember that guy with a face like an ice sculpture suddenly appeared in front of me, and then I was lying here."

Yang Pao also looked very depressed. What kind of war was this?

Wan Feng sat down cross-legged in front of Yang Pao: "You plan to lie there forever? The ground is cold!"

Yang Pao thought about it and felt that it was the same, so he turned over and sat up.

This time, Wan Feng finally lit a cigarette for himself and threw the cigarette box in front of Yang Pao.

"Want a smoke?"

Yang Pao turned his head to look over there and saw that most of his men were lying on the ground. The situation was hopeless.

I just ignored it and took out a cigarette.

Wan Feng also lit it with a lighter.

Yang Pao took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Brother! I don't recognize you. Where are you from?"

Wan Feng felt amused when he saw Yang Pao's bald head. This guy was really weird. While his brother was getting beaten over there, he actually had the mind to sit across from him and smoke. I wonder if he was broad-minded or heartless.