Yang Yifei followed the big man curiously towards the direction he came. In front of a small restaurant with the sign "Shuangxi Building" hanging, the big man stopped and headed straight to the entrance of the restaurant.

Yang Yifei was surprised. Could it be that this guy was actually rich? He hurriedly followed the man and headed to the restaurant side by side with him.

The guy who was receiving guests outside the restaurant suddenly changed his face. He covered his nose and went forward, shouting: "Beggars will come back later. It is not closed yet, and there is no extra meal."

Yang Yifei didn't say anything, but the man didn't care about the guy's attitude and said lightly: "I want to buy wine."

Hearing this, the guy looked up and down the two of them, and said with suspicion: "Buy wine? Do you have any money?"

Yang Yifei looked at the big man, but heard the big man say with confidence: "No, I'll pay it back to you immediately when I have money."

The guy's face changed again and he shouted angrily: "What are you kidding? This store is not not on credit, but they are all regular customers who know the truth. Why should you, a beggar, take credit? Go quickly and don't hinder our business."

Yang Yifei looked speechless. There was nothing wrong with this guy's words. If he was the store owner, he would have the same attitude.

If you are a beggar, if you ask for a meal, you might give it to you when you meet a kind-hearted store owner, but what's wrong with your credit?

The original good impression of this man was slightly lowered in Yang Yifei's heart.

The big man stopped talking, moved his arms around his chest, and stared at the mate straight.

Well, this is planning to be a scoundrel.

Yang Yifei secretly thought about whether to flee directly. He couldn't afford to lose this person. Instead of playing a scoundrel here and finally forced the store owner to give him the wine to credit, it would be better to find a wealthy and unkind dog family to rob the rich and help the poor!

"Wow, it smells so smelly. How do you eat? Let's change the other one!"

"Let's go, change your house, you can't eat here."

Some guests who were about to come to the restaurant for dinner pinched their noses and bypassed the restaurant.

The guy was so angry that he quickly returned to the store to report to the shopkeeper.

He couldn't handle this matter. The two beggars were tall and big. If they caused a conflict, his small body would not be able to stand it twice.

The shopkeeper came out soon, so he naturally had no good expression. As soon as he came out, he waved his hand repeatedly, "Go away quickly, don't block my business, I won't drink wine for credit."

Yang Yifei subconsciously looked at the big man, but saw that he was still moving and didn't speak, as if he was not going to give me wine to you, and I was standing here all the time.

Yang Yifei touched his nose and was about to say something. A slightly arrogant voice came beside him, "Hey, why is it so smelly?"

The shopkeeper and Yang Yifei turned their heads together and saw a young man who looked fifteen or sixteen years old, handsome but somewhat scattered, walked over with his nose covered.

The shopkeeper was obviously familiar with the young man, so he immediately pointed at the big man and Yang Yifei and said, "These two beggars come to me to buy wine, and they will not leave if they don't buy it."

When the boy heard this, he showed disdain on his face and said, "Hey, I am really convinced. Beggar still wants to drink? Get out! Don't block others from doing business..."

Originally, Yang Yifei was already in a state of retreatment, but looking at the disdain on the boy's face and his arrogant words, he felt a little unhappy.

The shopkeepers are all customers... OK! You're not polite, but you just asked them to leave and told them to get out without opening your mouth. Which onion are you?

Hey, dare to touch your feet?

But the boy finished speaking and saw that the two of them were not moving, he came up and pushed the big man with his palm.

Yang Yifei felt that the big man's figure sank as the young man stretched out his palm and pushed it up, and his muscles seemed to be tense. If it weren't for standing side by side with him, Yang Yifei wouldn't have noticed it.

"Hmm? Ah..."

The young man stretched out his palm and pushed it against the big man. The force was not small, but the big man did not move at all. The young man pushed his feet to the ground and his body began to tilt forward.

With the strength he used now, even a carriage with hundreds of kilograms of goods should be pushed, but the man still did not move, looking at the young man with a hint of sarcasm.

The boy stood up straight and said angrily: "I don't even move for a moment, so I don't believe it."

The boy rolled up his sleeves, pulled his horse stance, and pushed him towards the big man again.

Yang Yifei finally spoke and started to do it, "Hey, look at whether you are young or not, you are still excited, right?"

Yang Yifei Exploded his hand and learned from the special forces' grasping technique. He steadily grabbed the young man's wrist in his hand with his left hand and wrapped his right hand with his right hand.

Before the boy understood what was going on, one of his arm had been turned to his vest. The pain caused by the joints quickly spread into the boy's brain, and his whole body seemed to disappear in an instant, and he could not resist at all.

The man turned his head in surprise and glanced at Yang Yifei. He had such exquisite grasping techniques, but he could not tell which school they came from. It seemed that this interesting young man who met by chance had a simple origin.

"Oh, it hurts and hurts... Beggars are beating people!" In order to relieve the pain, the boy tried to lean back as much as possible, and his mouth was filled with pain.

"Xiaobao..." The shopkeeper was anxious when he saw the boy being restrained, and shouted angrily at Yang Yifei: "You let go quickly, I...I'll report to the official!"

"Everyone saw it, it was the little brother who took the first move." Yang Yifei pushed it lightly and let the young man go, and said Shiran: "Little brother, the so-called gentleman does not speak, and he should say something."

After saying this, Yang Yifei's eyes looked at the boy with a hint of interest. At this moment, coupled with the shopkeeper's name to the boy, he had already vaguely guessed what world this was.

If nothing unexpected happens, someone will speak up soon. If this is really confirmed, he can be sure which world this is.

The young man rubbed his arm and glared at Yang Yifei. He was about to curse, but a bold voice came from his head, "What a thousand-pound pendant, what a clutch. Two brothers, if you want to drink, come up!"

As expected.

Yang Yifei's mouth curled a faint smile, and he looked up with the man and saw a man with a bearded and fat man leaning against the railing on the second floor of the restaurant, looking at the two of them.

The man and Yang Yifei looked at each other without hesitation, and walked straight around the shopkeeper and the boy and headed towards the gate.

Since Yang Yifei already knew what kind of world this was, he naturally knew who the man beside him was.

Although he was a little disgusted with his behavior, he followed him into the restaurant in order to get into the plot smoothly.
Chapter completed!