A sneer flashed at the corner of Fang Chen's mouth. He didn't expect that there were just people watching him a few days ago, but today someone came to the door so quickly, and it was also a gang committing the crime.

One hundred yuan for one person, four hundred yuan for four people. If this money is given away, wouldn't their work be in vain?

Hearing the commotion here, many people stopped writing and looked over.

Looking at the two sides confronting each other, everyone was talking a lot.

"These four people are here to blackmail me!"

"Maybe, maybe someone just wrote 1,000 correctly, but the stall owner didn't give me the money." Someone said with gloating.

"If you ask me, these three little brats are liars. How much money have they made from us these days?" someone said with envy.

They didn't know exactly how much money Fang Chen and the others had earned during this period, but just by looking at the way they kept collecting money all day long, they knew that Fang Chen and the others had earned a lot, and it was all their hard-earned money.

Some people have long been dissatisfied with Fang Chen and the others. Seeing that someone is now making trouble for Fang Chen and the others, they can't help but laugh at them and speak in a weird and eccentric way.

Listening to the commotion around him, a smug smile flashed across Wu Maocai's face, and he urged: "Give me the money quickly, or you guys will have to seek justice. Don't blame us for tearing down your stall!"

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As early as five or six days ago, he had been eyeing Fang Chen and the others.

After observing for a whole day, his mind was suddenly filled with envy, jealousy and hatred.

He was certain that Fang Chen and the others would have at least four to five hundred yuan a day, excluding various expenses and rewards.

This is simply an astronomical figure.

If you do this business for more than 20 days, you will have a household worth 10,000 yuan.

Although the words "household with ten thousand yuan" are not as unattainable as they were ten years ago, they are still the envy of eight villages in ten miles. If a village can have a household with ten thousand yuan, it is extremely wealthy.

Village.

When he thought about three little kids who were as big as their farts, and now they would soon be living in a household worth ten thousand yuan, his heart felt as if someone had ripped out a piece of flesh.

If this stall were his, he would have made a fortune long ago!

Not to mention too much, if you work for a year or two, you will have a million-dollar household. Now, let alone the town, there are only a few million-dollar households in the county.

In his eyes, this kind of rich man is like the God of Wealth. Those who usually call him brothers with the county magistrate don't even look at him.

When Wu Maocai thought that he had the chance to become such a being, his heart was filled with heat.

"Ah! How dare a few scoundrels talk about upholding justice, and they are not afraid of being laughed at by others! Fang Chen spat on the ground and said disdainfully.

Before Wu Maocai could speak, Fang Chen's face changed and he said coldly: "You try to lift one up, if you dare to touch a finger from my stall, your hand will be chopped off!"

After saying that, Fang Chen turned around and left without paying any attention to Wu Maocai.

In his previous life, he traveled all over the country. He had seen too many unreasonable and troublesome gangsters, so Wu Mao didn't matter.

The public security in the country is relatively good. When he went to Africa, Europe and the United States, he had experienced being held at gunpoint. He would care about a few gangsters.

As soon as Fang Chen said these words, Wu Maocai was immediately shocked.

He felt something wasn't good. The tone of the young man in front of him didn't sound like he was bluffing. Instead, he had a ruthlessness that meant what he said. He often saw this kind of ruthlessness in people he couldn't afford to offend.

The corners of his mouth twitched upward slightly, and Wu Maocai's heart became violent. He didn't believe that a little kid could really be that powerful. If he ran away in despair, how could he survive in the market in the future?

But he knew that the people from 'Xiong Lao Er', 'Qiang Zi', and 'Cang Hui' were all around him, and maybe they were watching his own joke right now.

"I'll kill you!"

Wu Maocai yelled, took out a rubber stick from his arms, and hit Fang Chen in the back.

Fang Chen, who had been on guard for a long time, listened to the strong wind whistling behind him, nodded and passed the rubber stick, then stepped aside and stepped to the side of Wu Maocai, put his five fingers together, and stabbed Wu Maocai's waist heavily with the tip of his palm!

Wu Maocai fell heavily to the ground and let out a wail.

Fang Chen snorted coldly. His grandfather had practiced martial arts when he was young. He had some boyish skills. Later, he even went to the battlefield and made meritorious deeds.

Although he had been learning from the old man for three to five years since he was a child, when he entered the third grade of elementary school and was busy with homework, he stopped learning.

But he has some foundation. From childhood to adulthood, no matter his age, except for Li Qiming, who has never beaten him, he has never lost.

Wu Maocai's other three younger brothers were still loyal. When they saw Wu Maocai being knocked down, they yelled, picked up the guy and rushed towards Fang Chen and the others.

Li Qiming's honest face showed a trace of excitement. He stomped on the ground hard, and force surged from the ground. He made a fist with his left hand and hit one of the younger brothers on the elbow socket with a swinging fist.

Then he stepped hard on the man's foot, exerted his strength with both shoulders, hit hard, and used a Baji Fist. Tieshan relied on it, and the man flew out like a cannonball.

Li Qiming turned his head again, raised his hands flat, and hit the attacker behind with a double blow on the ear.

There was only a soft sound, and the attacker felt his ears roaring, as if he was being stuffed into a big bell, and his head seemed to be exploded. He wailed, then lay down on the ground, letting out bursts of moans.

Seeing the outcome of their fight with Li Qiming, Fang Chen took a breath of air. Not only had Li Qiming grown taller, his kung fu had also improved a lot, and his attacks were even more ruthless.

Li Qiming has been learning martial arts since he was a child. He first practiced Tai Chi and then Bajiquan. He has not lost any of his skills now. In all these years, he has never seen Li Qiming lose in a fight.

This was also the reason why he didn't panic even though he knew someone was targeting them.

With Li Qiming here, waiting for five or six people, it was just like delivering food.

But when he thought about it, Fang Chen's expression darkened. It was precisely because of his excellent skills that Li Qiming entered the palace twice. In his previous life, he ended up in such a miserable state. He spent decades in jail and his wife and children were separated.

He really didn't know whether his skills were good or bad.

"Big man, big head, come and help me!"

Liu Xiangyang's shouts came from over there.

"Daya, you are still so useless!"

Li Qiming laughed and strode over. He stepped on the little gangster with one foot and grabbed Liu Xiangyang's back collar like a chicken with one hand to separate the two.

Just now, the two people hugged each other and rolled on the ground, sending smoke and dust everywhere.

"Damn it, you actually dare to hit me on the head!"

Liu Xiangyang kicked the young gangster hard twice.

"Pat you." Fang Chen said while suppressing a smile.
Chapter completed!