Douluo: You call this a toy

The situation was very critical. The car might have been destroyed and there were people killed. The flight attendant might have fallen badly. He struggled several times and couldn't get up. He shouted: "Hurry up and help."

An aunt was frightened and shouted: "Stop fighting, something will happen."

Another passenger also stood up and said, "Men on the bus, please stop it together."

Many people stood up one after another, but they just stood on their seats, no one dared to come forward.

The man was still struggling with the driver and started hitting him on the head.

The nature was extremely bad and he was simply making fun of the lives of everyone in the car. Yang Fan stood up and left his seat, striding forward.

"You Mabi, I told you to chase me away!"

The man was very agitated, yelling curses, raising his fists to fight, and his arm was grabbed by a hand.

The man turned around suddenly and saw that his captor was a young man. He cursed fiercely: "You want to die, don't you? Get out!" He raised his leg and kicked him.

This guy was too arrogant and couldn't do anything without a lesson. Yang Fan moved faster and kicked directly on the opponent's legs. At the same time, he let go of his arms, grabbed his neck, and pressed him hard to the ground.

"Okay, good play!"

Someone took the lead in applauding, and there was fierce applause and cheers.

"Thank you little brother."

Fortunately, the driver was not seriously injured. He thanked him and concentrated on driving.

"You let me up, I'm going to kill you!"

The assailant roared and kept struggling. Although Yang Fan had his neck stuck, he attacked him with fists and legs.

Yang Fan was angry and slapped him loudly.

At first, the man resisted, but after being slapped for more than a dozen times, his face suddenly became fat several times, and he suddenly stopped resisting.

"Stop, stop fighting, I'm done!"

It wasn't until he begged for mercy that Yang Fan let go and warned: "If you dare to make trouble, I won't mind beating you up again."

"Don't worry, I promise I won't dare anymore."

After receiving the assurance, Yang Fan went down to the car door to check on the flight attendant's injuries. The flight attendant looked to be in his 20s and good-looking. He showed admiration when he saw Yang Fan bravely stop the gangster.

"Where's the injury?"

Yang Fan asked, and Tianmo's mobile phone immediately scanned and diagnosed the flight attendant. ?

"My waist hurts and my legs are numb and weak."

The flight attendant responded, "Ah——, be careful!"

boom.

A fire extinguisher hit Yang Fan's back. Yang Fan looked up and saw the second fire extinguisher fell and was caught by him.

"If you dare to hit me, I will crush you to death!"

The man looked ferocious and cursed fiercely.

"Are you OK?"

the flight attendant asked worriedly.

Yang Fan didn't respond and climbed up with the fire extinguisher.

Seeing that Yang Fan was okay after being hit, the man became frightened, his heart trembled, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he turned around and pounced on the driver.

He was going to die together. The passengers in the car were frightened and screamed.

Whoosh.

Yang Fan stepped lightly on the waves, and when the murderer was about to pounce on the driver, he appeared behind him, grabbed him by the shoulders, and threw him directly into the aisle. The frightened passengers breathed a sigh of relief.

The driver was very frightened just now. It was unimaginable how terrible the consequences would be if that person hugged him. He found a service area in front of him and headed towards the service area.

Yang Fan held a fire extinguisher and approached the murderer step by step.

"You, you have the guts to hit me on the head. There is surveillance in the car anyway."

The man grinned and shouted at Yang Fan, thinking that he did not dare to do anything to him.

"Smash him to death, crush this inhumane guy to death."

"It's so abominable to ignore the safety of our entire car."

"Crack."

The fire extinguisher fell, and one of the man's legs was broken. The screams were so pitiful that the man's eardrums almost burst.

Yang Fan picked up the extinguisher again and said in a cold voice: "You don't want to live anymore, you want everyone to be buried with you, right?"

"Stop smashing it. I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again!"

The man did not expect to meet such a vicious character as Yang Fan, and was so frightened that he begged for mercy.

"Good fight!"

"Kill him, you bastard."

Many passengers bravely gathered around.

"It's none of your business, get out of here."

Although the man was afraid of Yang Fan, he was not afraid of the passengers.

"You bastard, who are you telling me to get lost?"

A man who had had enough already raised his foot and kicked.

Well, in an instant, dozens of feet landed on the assailant's body. Even the momentum could not be stopped, let alone no one stopped him at all.

The bus was parked steadily in the service area. After receiving the alarm, a police car arrived just in time. The door opened. First, I saw the injured flight attendant. When I looked up, I saw angry passengers beating a person. I quickly went up to pull him. open.

The assailant was already dying, and the emotional passengers immediately accused this guy.

The police took notes and obtained surveillance. They immediately handcuffed the dying guy and sent him to the hospital together with the flight attendant.

The bus returned to the highway, and the passengers on the bus were full of praise for Yang Fan, looking at him with admiration in their eyes.

Due to the delay of more than an hour on the road, it was already dark when he arrived in Nanzhou. Yang Fan did not call Liu Xueru. Instead, he returned home to the Jinye Apartment, opened the door, entered the house, and turned on the lights. He saw everything in chaos.

He searched carefully. When his eyes fell on a steel pipe, a bright light flashed in front of his eyes. He immediately took out a tracking charm and quickly locked onto the target person.

After that, he left Jinye Apartment, hailed a taxi, and under his guidance, passed through an intersection and finally stopped in front of a chess and card room.

Yang Fan recalled the scene in his mind, opened the door and walked in. He ignored the front desk, went up to the second floor based on his memory, and walked to a door.

"Sir, who are you looking for?"

A waiter came after me.

Yang Fan didn't seem to hear. He looked through the door and said to the waiter: "My friend is playing cards inside. Please open the door for me."

"Looking for someone? You can call or knock on the door."

The waiter said warily.

"Oh, they all have bad tempers. If it affects their fortune, they will definitely get angry, and you might smash the chess and card room to pieces."

"Then you wait, I'll get the keys."

After the waiter left, Yang Fan's eyes darkened and he knocked on the door.

"Who?"

A male voice asked.

"waiter."

Yang Fan responded respectfully, because there was no peephole on the door, so there was no need to worry about the other party seeing him.

The door opened, and a shiny head poked out.

"You don't look like a waiter?"

However, as he finished speaking, Yang Fan suddenly had a kitchen knife in his hand, and it was placed on his neck.

"What now? Does it look like it?"

"Like, very similar."

The man was shaken to his wits by the sudden change.

Yang Fan forced the other party to retreat into the house and closed the door again.

The room was filled with smoke, and the smell of smoke choked people so much that they couldn't keep their eyes open.

"who are you?"

Noticing the kitchen knife in Yang Fan's hand, the four players who were playing mahjong stood up one after another.

Looking over, Yang Fan looked at one of the men, withdrew his knife and rushed towards him.

Before the man could react, he felt a chill on his neck and asked in a shocked voice, "Brother, I've never seen you before. Did you recognize the wrong person?"

Yang Fan raised his sword and slapped him in the face, "I just smashed up my house yesterday, but I forgot about it! My memory is not good!"

"No, I played mahjong here for two days and didn't go anywhere. You must have admitted your mistake!"

As the man spoke, he quietly reached into his pocket with one hand.