I told you to save someone, but you didn't. Instead, you came all the way here to watch the show. I'll never forgive you.

Duan Chunsheng was dumbfounded. He lay on the sofa, not knowing what to say.

As for Ye Cheng, after pulling Xiao Hu out, he took off running downstairs.

"Brother, are we really going?" Xiao Hu asked in a low voice as he ran.

"Go down and call the police. Are you really going to fight? Do you think you can win?" Ye Cheng said in a low voice.

In such a small space, there were 6 people, and we didn't even know if there were any others in the room. If they really started fighting...

Unless Xiaohu is the reincarnation of Zhang Fei, the two of them will definitely be the ones to be defeated.

"Won't Uncle Duan and Duan Yong get beaten up?"

Ye Cheng glanced at Xiao Hu, who suddenly felt sorry for him, and said, "They want money, not their lives. It's good for them to learn their lesson after a beating. One is a lecher, and the other is brainless."

Ye Cheng hurried downstairs, not even driving his motorcycle away, and went straight to the corner to take out his phone and call the police.

We should be grateful that it was after 2000, because ten years ago there was no 110 (police emergency number).

Ye Cheng already knew the exact location when he arrived, and now he could quickly explain it to the police by calling them.

He didn't say it was a honey trap, only that he was a member of the Chaoyang resident community and saw a group of people tying up two people, possibly about to kill them.

Damn it, the operator sobered up considerably upon hearing that someone was going to kill someone. He quickly wrote down the phone number, told Ye Cheng to protect himself, and then dispatched the police.

"Brother, didn't you just say that people value money more than their lives? Why are you saying you want to kill someone now?"

"Nonsense, if we're talking about fighting rather than murder, by the time the police arrive, he might have several legs broken."

This became much clearer in later generations: you have to make it sound serious, otherwise people will judge it according to its importance and urgency.

After making the call, Ye Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Uncle Hat is the greatest support for ordinary people.

Just then, an angry voice suddenly came from behind, "Well, you dare to call the police? Big Brother was right after all."

Ye Cheng turned his head and saw that, damn it, Huang Mao and four or five other people carrying sticks had somehow appeared behind the two of them.

"Beat them up!" Huang Mao roared and led his men to pounce.

"Damn it!" Ye Cheng cursed inwardly. He used to think that people in TV dramas always caused things to go wrong by accident or that they were killed in retaliation.

Now it's his turn.

They've already attacked, so what's there to think about? Xiao Hu rushed over and, taking advantage of his strong physique, rammed the thug leading the charge away.

Of course, they also took a blow to the body, but fortunately they were all seasoned veterans who knew to protect their heads.

Because he charged too aggressively, Xiao Hu was also surrounded and could not break free no matter how hard he tried.

Let's get started. Ye Cheng ripped open the bag and pulled out the two short sticks. Although they weren't long, having something made him feel less anxious.

Ye Cheng casually tossed the bag aside, grabbed a short stick in each hand, and pounced from behind, delivering a hard kick to the nearest one.

There's no skill involved, only strength; working people are all about getting things done and have plenty of power.

The thug who was kicked was a skinny guy, probably only about 100 pounds. Ye Cheng's side kick to the waist sent him flying sideways. He floated in the air for a while before landing and lying on the ground, unable to get up for a moment.

Having created an opening, Ye Cheng began to unleash his wild, unorthodox style with the two sticks in his hands, swinging them wildly and forcing Huang Mao and the others back a few steps before successfully reuniting with Xiao Hu.

"How are you?" Ye Cheng asked, handing Xiao Hu a short stick while keeping an eye on Huang Mao and the others.

Xiao Hu grimaced in pain, "Damn it, these guys are really ruthless. I got hit on the head several times."

"We'll just stall for time. Also, be careful not to aim at their heads. We're porcelain, and they're earthenware."

Seeing the two of them clash, the blond-haired guy wasn't intimidated. With a wave of his hand, several people attacked again.

when!

Ta-da!

when!

Ye Cheng and his group's wooden sticks and iron pipes clashed from time to time, fighting fiercely and neither side gained the upper hand. Ye Cheng's left hand was hit by a stick, and Xiao Huangmao was also hit on the right arm by Ye Cheng, losing his hand.

Compared to players like Ye Cheng who focus on intelligence, players like Xiao Hu who heavily invest in physical strength are much more formidable.

He held his own against three opponents.

After fighting for a while, Ye Cheng also noticed that these thugs had only one characteristic when they fought: they were loud and boisterous!

He's full of vulgarities like "f*** you," "damn it," and "damn it," but when it comes to a real fight, he lacks both strength and combat experience, and his stamina is also poor due to years of not exercising.

After less than two minutes of fighting, they were all panting heavily. Ye Cheng didn't even bother using his stick anymore. He went up and slapped the blond guy to the ground.

"Still fighting? Damn it!"

Ye Cheng pointed at the blond-haired man lying on the ground with a stick and cursed him sternly.

"We're not fighting anymore, we're not fighting anymore!" the blond-haired man cried.

The more awesome they were just now, the more pathetic they are now.

"Where's Duan Yong?" Ye Cheng asked, kicking the blond-haired man.

He only saw Huang Mao and a few others, but not Brother Long.

"Brother Long... Brother Long is watching them from upstairs." The blond-haired man pointed upstairs indistinctly.

Ye Cheng checked the time; ten minutes had passed, and Uncle Hat still hadn't arrived.

The fighting was so loud that many houses turned on their lights, but they immediately turned them off again upon hearing the noise.

Those who are fighting are not to be trifled with; they're probably all watching from behind the window.

"Xiao Hu, you stay down here and keep watch. I'll go up and check on Duan Yong and the others."

"No, bro, let me go. You're not good at fighting."

Upon hearing this, the blond guy's lips twitched involuntarily. "Are you two in Versailles?"

If you can't even fight, then what are we? Trash.

"That Brother Long is too cunning; he can't handle you with just brute force." Ye Cheng patted Xiao Hu, telling him to stay there.

This Brother Long is definitely not some petty thug. Judging from his behavior, he has a lot of experience in committing crimes and is very calm in the face of trouble. He is likely a repeat offender.

The hallway was dark. Ye Cheng crept up quietly. The door to the third-floor room was ajar, and the lights were on inside, but there was no sound.

This deathly silence was the most frightening thing. Ye Cheng adjusted his breathing and changed his position to look through the crack in the door.

Duan Yong lay motionless on the ground. Duan Chunsheng was nowhere to be seen, and no one knew how he was doing.

But judging from the looks of it, there's probably no one here anymore.

Ye Cheng gently pushed the door open a little, revealing the sofa where Duan Chunsheng was lying motionless.

It looks like he's been knocked unconscious.

As for Brother Long, he has most likely already run away.

To prevent someone from suddenly appearing behind the door, Ye Cheng kicked the door open and only went inside after confirming that no one was behind it.