Douluo: You call this a toy

"What does your son's life and death have to do with me? He shot me and I haven't been investigated yet. It's better for you to bring so many people here. What do you want to do?"

Mount Tai collapsed without changing his appearance. Yang Fan, who was regarded by everyone as an honest man, actually did it. He had already thought of a way to deal with the enemy. No matter who attacked the enemy first, he must give him a severe blow to deter others from taking any rash action.

Looking at Yang Fan, Sun Futian's eyes flashed fiercely. In Xiaowan Village, for many years, no one dared to talk to him like this, but Yang Fan was the first one. His son was beaten by him again and again, and this time he became paralyzed for some reason. After a while, I felt that Yang Fan was secretly causing trouble and decided to deal with him severely. Therefore, I summoned a group of relatives and came with great fanfare.

"You paralyzed my son, what do you think I want to do?"

Then he waved his big hand and shouted: "Beat me to death!"

More than a dozen men suddenly gathered around him.

Sun Shanfei suffered losses under Yang Fan more than once, and he hid in the back.

"Yang Fan, you fucking dare to hit Brother Shancheng. Are you tired of living?"

Sun Shanji, who had just returned from working abroad, was the son of Sun Shancheng's third uncle. He was the tallest and strongest among the cousins. Hearing that Yang Fan had beaten Sun Shancheng, he wished he could settle the score immediately, but now the opportunity was in front of him, howling. He jumped forward.

Well, he is the most powerful among everyone, so let's kill him as a warning to others.

Sun Shanji was just a reckless man, and his punches were unorganized. In his opinion, Yang Fan would be knocked down with one punch. Unexpectedly, when he was proud, a big shoe print was printed on his chest, and his strong body flew out sideways. Accompanied by a column of blood.

At this moment, Sun Shanji, who thought he was powerful, instead of avenging his cousin, was seriously injured and fell to the ground. He did not believe that he would be defeated, struggled to get up, and fell down again.

The others were stunned for a moment and immediately stopped. They all hesitated and did not dare to step forward. Even Sun Shanji was no match, let alone them.

"What are you doing standing still? Beat me, beat me to death."

Sun Futian's lungs were about to explode with anger. He didn't expect Yang Fan to be so powerful.

"That's too crazy, beat him up!"

More than a dozen people swarmed up to him, scratching his ears, gouging his eyes, and even a despicable person kicked him in the crotch with all his strength.

These people had no moves and just fought randomly. Yang Fan couldn't dodge and was hit by many of them.

"A group fight, right?"

He simply stopped hiding and struck with his fists. In anger, the air flow in his body condensed in his palms unconsciously. Each punch flew three meters away. In a moment, only Sun Shanfei was left standing ten meters away. , but the two brothers Sun Futian and Sun Fumin ran a little slower, and were knocked down by their own people, and their old bones were almost crushed.

"You want to blackmail me, don't you? Just slap me lightly, there's no need to be so exaggerated, right?"

Yang Fan walked up to Sun Shanji and kicked him a few meters away.

He didn't understand when the power became so powerful. It was all overturned without any effort. Even he himself didn't believe that this was a fact.

"Yang Fan, you are awesome, wait a moment if you have the guts."

Sun Shanfei continued to retreat, fearing that Yang Fan would deal with him, and said respectfully to his cell phone: "Can you be more dedicated? This has already exceeded the time limit, and I'm about to be beaten to death."

"What? Here? Come on."

He quickly ran to the road and waved to a van in the distance.

Yang Fan frowned. Could it be that he invited someone?

Soon, under the guidance of Sun Shanfei, the van stopped in front of Yang Fan's house, and two people got out of the van. The leader was a tall fat man, weighing at least 300 kilograms by visual inspection. The earth shook.

Sun Shanfei lowered his eyebrows and whispered a few words into the fat man's ear. However, he saw the fat man glance at Yang Fan sadly and strode over. The injured guys rolled aside and got out of the way.

"I heard that you are very good at fighting. Let me teach you."

When he came to Yang Fan, the fat man punched him, but it seemed that he didn't use much force.

Yang Fan stretched out his hand to clasp the wrist of the attacker, and tried to use "Eighteen Falls of Touching Clothes" to knock the person down, but unfortunately he didn't fall, and instead he was hugged by the fat man.

Because the hug was so tight, he tried his best to break free. Instead, he felt that his bones were about to be broken.

"Fat brother, don't let go."

Sun Shanfei shouted while waving his fist.

Another man with a flat head, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a praying mantis, his body flashed, a short knife appeared in his hand, and he stabbed Yang Fan directly in the chest.

Hiss, is he going to kill him?

His body was tightly hugged by the fat man. Yang Fan wanted to hide but couldn't move. He could only watch the tip of the knife stabbing him, helpless.

Poof, at the critical moment, the fat man was unstable and fell down while holding Yang Fan, and the flat-headed man's dagger disappeared.

"Let go!"

Yang Fan raised his head and hit the fat man's face, causing blood to flow from his nose, but the fat man still showed no sign of letting go.

Seeing an opportunity, the flat-headed man stepped forward and stabbed again.

Yang Fan couldn't break away and felt helpless. He looked up and saw Xiaotu and immediately issued an attack order.

The little bald man hovering in the sky swooped down, pounced on the flat-headed man, and pecked him on the forehead. Blood suddenly flowed all over his face. Despite this, he still had no intention of giving up. He endured the pain and stabbed again.

The short knife grazed Yang Fan's armpit and stabbed into the fat man behind him. He screamed and let go of his hand.

"You, you... vomit..."

Blood gushed out from the fat man's mouth, mouth after mouth, dyeing the surrounding ground scarlet.

"I, I didn't mean to."

The crew-cut man covered his forehead with one hand and held a bloody knife in the other. He didn't know what had just happened, let alone how he could have stabbed the wrong person.

"Are you blind? Why did you stab one of your own people?"

Sun Shanfei shouted out loud.

"Quick, call an ambulance."

Sun Futian was completely dumbfounded. If someone died, not only would he not be able to do his job as the village chief, he would also be implicated.

The flat-headed man glanced coldly at Sun Shanfei, pointed the short knife at Yang Fan, and shouted coldly: "He is the one I want to kill. It's the fat man who hit the knife hard."

He had no intention of escaping, but approached Yang Fan step by step.

"You have to die today!"

The short knife in the flat-headed man's hand passed in front of Yang Fan, and then hit his throat.

How much money did Sun Shanfei give him to work so hard for him!Yang Fan realized that this kind of person would not give up until he achieved his goal. If he didn't take it down as soon as possible, he might get a big hole. ?

Staring at the short knife, when a sensing line formed in front of his eyes, he knew that the next place the crew cut man was going to stab was the shoulder, so he ducked and then landed an uppercut on the crew cut man's chin, causing him to stagger and fall.

"Did everyone see it? It was Yang Fan who killed someone intentionally. We can't let him escape."

"Yes, I saw him murder with my own eyes. It was so cruel."

A bright-minded guy understood what Sun Futian meant and immediately agreed.

"I will also bear witness."

Sun Fumin opened his eyes and told lies. He was worthy of being Sun Futian's brother.

"They can all prove that the knife belongs to Yang Fan and he killed the person."

Sun Shanfei signaled the crew-cut man to throw the knife to Yang Fan.

At this moment, a black car drove quickly.