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Fang Shao's expression changed, and then a smile appeared on his face again, and it became even more intense.

"It's fun, it's fun tonight."

"Boy, isn't it time to settle our accounts?" Fang Shao said to Ye Lin.

"Are you talking about the time I beat your dog?" Ye Lin replied.

"What the hell are you talking about? Who are you calling a dog?" Young Master Long on the side couldn't stand it anymore and fought back angrily.

"I didn't say the dog was you. It's none of my business if you come out and admit it yourself." Ye Lin said with a smile.

"you!"

"Okay, stop arguing." Fang Shao scolded.

"Boy, you beat up my people. I am a fair person. Just let my people beat you up. What do you think?" Fang Shao looked at Ye Lin with a wicked smile.

At the same time, he waved to the back, "Achang, come and play with this brother."

Behind him, a middle-aged man walked out from behind the group of gorgeous girls. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were sharp.

The two feet stepped lightly on the ground, without any sound.

"Achang, this young man just helped a beautiful woman. You should learn from his spirit of helping others. You two guys communicate first, I'll leave first. What happens to you later has nothing to do with me." Fang Shao smiled evilly and slowly retreated to the back.

Everyone tactfully gave up their seats in the middle.

"Mr. Fang, Achang won't beat him to death, right?" Mr. Long was a little worried.

Fang Shao smiled indifferently: "That has nothing to do with me, I'm just watching."

In addition to Fang Shao and his friends, some guests in other private rooms also came out to take a look, but when they saw Fang Shao, they quickly retreated. The people from the club stood silently in the back and did not dare to make a sound.

Ye Lin was secretly shocked. Who is this Young Master Fang? He seems to be more powerful than Young Master Kang. These people seem to be afraid of him.

But before he could figure it out, Achang rushed over.

Without any verbal communication, he just threw a straight punch directly towards Ye Lin's face.

Even though Ye Lin hadn't hit him yet, he could feel the strong wind from the fist. He was definitely a master.

But buddy, I also have a system, I have Ghost Leg Seven's ghost feet, and I also have close combat skills. Ye Lin was not panicked at all.

As the saying goes, feet are longer than hands.

Since you use your fists, don't blame me for bullying you with my feet.

Everyone saw a flash before their eyes, and Ye Lin's right leg came from behind but arrived first and kicked Achang in the waist.

But what surprised Ye Lin was that Achang just shook slightly, clenched his teeth tightly, and refused to retract his fist.

Ye Lin was forced to turn his head to the side and urgently blocked Achang's fist with his left hand.

Bang!

A huge force came, and Ye Lin felt a sharp pain in his hand. He must have been injured.

After Achang succeeded in his first punch, he didn’t stop at all and sent another punch directly towards Ye Lin’s chest.

Ye Lin grabbed Achang's right hand with both hands, then used both palms to pry open his fingers.

But Achang's calloused hands felt like five iron bars that could not be bent at all.

Ye Lin knew that he had met a master.

At this moment, Achang leaned forward suddenly and crashed directly into Ye Lin's arms, hitting Ye Lin in the stomach with his elbow.

Ye Lin felt pain and loosened his hands.

Achang turned around, put his back against Ye Lin, grabbed him from behind with both hands, and then threw him to the ground.

Ye Lin's body flew into the sky like a kite and fell heavily to the ground.

"Oh my god! So handsome."

The crowd watching exclaimed in amazement. This back throw was so cool and done in one go.

hiss--

Ye Lin jumped up quickly from the ground, but he still took a breath. This thing hurts a bit.

Achang on the opposite side had a playful expression on his face, as if mocking Ye Lin for showing off his skills in front of an expert.

Ye Lin tried hard to calm himself down, slowed down his breathing, and stared at Achang's eyes.

Achang tilted his neck, and there were cracking sounds at the joints.

He moved his feet quickly, took two steps forward, and threw a straight punch at Ye Lin's face again.

You use the same trick again. Do you think I’m an idiot?

Ye Lin grabbed Achang's right hand. Achang sneered, turned around, and pushed forward with his left elbow again.

But this time Ye Lin was prepared. He pulled Achang's right hand and stepped back suddenly, and Achang's elbow missed.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Lin kicked Achang in the waist with his right foot. With a crisp "click" sound, one of Achang's ribs was broken.

Achang groaned, swung his right hand violently, and broke free from Ye Lin's hand.

However, Ye Lin would not miss this opportunity. When Achang was withdrawing his hand, he threw several consecutive punches directly at Achang's face.

Forcing him to keep blocking with his hands.

Block, right? Come on then.

Ye Lin didn't care anymore and started punching Achang. His fists fell on Achang's blocking arms like raindrops.

At the beginning, Achang was waiting for Ye Lin to get tired before counterattacking, but he didn't expect that Ye Lin's endurance was increased, and he didn't stop for a while.

In desperation, Achang could only push his arms outward and try to rush over.

But Ye Lin had already prepared for this. As soon as Achang rushed forward, he was tripped by Ye Lin and fell to the ground.

After landing, Achang rolled over and tried to stand up and fight back.

However, Ye Lin's fist chased over like a ghost and attacked Achang who had just stood up.

This made Achang lose his temper. He tried to change his state several times but was kicked back by Ye Lin every time.

The explosion stunned everyone around.

Oh my god, this is too fierce.

It's just like watching an American blockbuster, with every punch hitting the flesh.

And isn’t this guy tired? He has been attacking continuously for several minutes. Even a professional boxer would have to stop for a while. Why is Ye Lin like a machine?

"Mr. Fang, something is wrong. Achang can't win." Mr. Long reminded.

Mr. Fang's face was as ugly as it could be. He had originally thought of asking Achang to beat Ye Lin up, and watching a fight himself would be a way to liven up the atmosphere.

I didn't expect that in the end, I would be pressed to the ground and rubbed and rubbed.

"Go and help Achang. Pretend to pass by and bump into him. Don't take any action. Do you understand?" Master Fang said to Master Long.

"Ah? Me?" Young Master Long's face turned pale. Young Master Fang, you really think highly of me. I am too small to do that.

Young Master Fang didn't care whether he was willing or not and pushed Young Master Long out.

Poor Young Master Long could only use the force of the push to crash into Ye Lin, hoping that he would not beat him because he was a young master.

However, Young Master Long might have thought too much. Ye Lin was now concentrating on beating Achang, and suddenly someone bumped into him. Without thinking, he just punched him.