bend:……
You brat, don't you have any conscience?!
Shang Tao hadn't finished speaking when he said, "Yiming, my sister can already write romance novels. You'd better keep a close eye on her! I've read the book; her condition is called 'spring fever.' Sigh, girls always cause us worry when they grow up."
Everyone in the room started coughing.
Cough cough cough, cough cough cough...
121 Pan the Mute One Against Four
Just then, Hu Aimin's thunderous pounding on the door rang out: "You wild brat, you idiot, open the door right now! I'm here to settle accounts with you! Damn it, I've never been ripped off like this before!"
Yang Wanwan found Hu Aimin, who came to cause trouble, to be particularly pleasing to the eye.
"They're here, they're here, they're here..."
Everyone at the table watched awkwardly as Yang Wanwan hurriedly went to open the door.
This child is terrified.
As Yang Wanwan reached the door, she suddenly remembered something, stopped, and looked back at her aunt and younger siblings.
Everyone looked at her with strange eyes.
Yang Wanwan explained, "Well, what's meant to happen will happen. We have to face it."
Pan the Mute stood up. "Wanwan, this is something we men should do. You sit down."
man……
Yang Wanwan was speechless.
As they watched his broad, tall figure walk toward the gate, everyone remained seated, watching with a mixture of hope and excitement as Pan the Mute opened the door.
It seems that as long as he's there, there's no problem that can't be solved.
As soon as the door opened, Pan the Mute quickly took a few steps back, and the people immediately rushed in.
Good heavens, there are three adult men!
Although they weren't carrying any weapons, the sheer scale of the attack was still quite intimidating.
Hu Aimin pointed at Pan the Mute and shouted, "That's the blockhead! Brothers, get him!"
Even without him saying it, everyone could tell that this simpleton had a calm face and a cold aura, and was clearly not a good person.
Although, he really does look quite presentable, he's really good-looking!
Pan the Mute suddenly raised his hand, "Wait!"
The men were looking at him, huh?
"Are you coming one by one, or all at once?"
Hu Aimin retorted, "Why be polite when talking to a simpleton like this? Everyone, let's attack!"
As they spoke, the crowd swung their arms and started hitting Pan the mute.
Yang Xiaogu exclaimed in surprise. Before she could finish speaking, she saw one burly man after another flying out of the door.
They flew out in a very orderly fashion, one after another, one piled on top of another.
Including Hu Aimin, there were four people piled up in a heap.
They were all neatly stacked in a cross shape.
This is incredibly meticulous work.
The few at the very bottom groaned in pain: "Ouch, ouch..."
A couple in their sixties came downstairs. Seeing this, the old lady plopped down on the steps. "My goodness," she exclaimed, "are they stacking firewood?"
The old man's small eyes bulged out. "Oh my, how neatly they're folded!"
The two of them were so frightened that their legs went weak, and they sat on the stairs, unable to move.
Aunt Yang hurried to the door and said to the elderly couple, "Uncle, don't be afraid. These people came to cause us trouble, and my nephew couldn't stand it and started a fight. Don't worry, we're not bad people. We were just bullied to our doorstep, so we had no choice but to fight back."
The elderly couple then wiped away their sweat.
You can encounter such a spectacular scene even when you go out to buy groceries.
I'm pretty lucky.
Hu Aimin and the others put themselves down, panting as they looked at the expressionless Pan the Mute. "You, you, you're amazing!"
Seeing that things were going badly, one of the people tried to leave, but Pan the Mute shouted, "Who gave you permission to leave?"
The man, sensing the situation, turned around with a forced smile. "Brother, I was blind to your greatness! I'm so sorry! I have other matters to attend to at home, so I'll take my leave now!"
Pan the Mute coldly said, "Stand aside!"
The person stood to one side, but slowly moved their legs downstairs.
I just moved one step, "Bang!"
A red date hit his ankle, and he jumped up in pain.
Yang Xiaogu: Aren't these the dates from the fruit platter?
"It hurts, it hurts..."
The man knew it was Pan the Mute calling, and he was terrified. His first thought was to turn around and run away.
He had only taken two steps when another date flew over and hit him behind the knee, causing him to tumble down the stairs.
Now, he felt pain all over his body.
Hu Aimin was completely dumbfounded. Had they all been wiped out in one fell swoop?
Pan the Mute looked at Hu Aimin, "Hu Aimin, what do you plan to do?"
Hu Aimin: Brother, shouldn't you be the one to say what to do?
"Nephew, nephew, I, I, this is like the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple..."
Pan the Mute raised an eyebrow, "Nephew?"
The intimidating aura was overwhelming, and even without careful consideration, Hu Aimin knew that this simpleton in front of him was not someone he could afford to mess with.
"Yes, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I'll take my people and leave right now."
Pan the mute shook his head.
Hu Aimin was dumbfounded. "This, this, is there anything else you need?"
Pan the Mute said coldly, "If you ever cause trouble for any of the people in this room again, you can retire in bed for the rest of your life. Understand?"
His words were calm and contained not a single harsh word, yet Hu Aimin was terrified.
"Yes, yes, we'll do as you say."
Pan the mute stopped speaking, his dark eyes filled with boundless coldness, making Hu Aimin's legs tremble.
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