Taoyuan Village Little Magician

Chapter 785 It's really scary!

"Let all the customers in your store disperse. The unpaid consumption and the damaged tables and chairs will be mine."

Chen Ailun looks like a big brother.

Holding a stick in his hand, he pestered the ground, arrogantly reminding the shop owner.

"No, no, it's...open for business, there's no reason to drive customers away."

The store owner looked troubled.

Isn't this letting him smash his own signboard?
When the boss was in a dilemma, Zhang Fan put the bamboo stick in his hand on the table and got up slowly.

"Young Master Chen, how can you say that you are also the young master of Nuoheyuan Restaurant, do you have to embarrass the owner of a barbecue restaurant? Isn't it a bit embarrassing?"

really.

Chen Ailun's eyes turned to Zhang Fan's position, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sinister sneer.

Walking to the dining table where Zhang Fan, Qin Bingbing, and Guan Hanxi were sitting, they sat down unceremoniously.

"Zhang Fan, who are you?"

Chen Ailun didn't even glance at the remaining barbecue on the table, but looked at Zhang Fan again curiously.

Before coming here, Liuzhi Tiancan had said that Zhang Fan was a martial artist whose strength was far superior to his.

But why can't he see that Zhang Fan is very powerful?
"Me? As you can see, I'm just a mountain village doctor who rarely even comes to the county town."

Zhang Fan replied with a smile.

"fart!"

Chen Ailun scolded unceremoniously: "A mountain village doctor, what kind of bullshit warrior is he? Can he win more than 1000 million yuan in the casino with an initial capital of 800 yuan?"

"Where the hell are you fooling around?"

Seeing that Zhang Fan was about to die and dared to play nonsense on him, Chen Ailun was even more angry.

"Believe it or not, that's up to you."

"But Young Master Chen brought so many people here, is he really here for supper?"

Zhang Fan glanced back at the punks standing around the barbecue shop, and asked with a smile.

these people.

It's all about being strong outside.

"This supper, you can eat it, or you may not eat it, it depends on your choice."

Chen Ailun shook the stick in his hand and said meaningfully.

The voice just fell.

A look of surprise appeared in Guan Hanxi's beautiful eyes, and said, "Ailun, are you really here to ask Zhang Fan to get back more than 800 million in cash?"

"You don't need to worry about this matter! I will explain it to you later."

Chen Ailun didn't meet Guan Hanxi's gaze, and answered casually, then looked at Zhang Fan again.

"It seems that you have guessed that you can't take the more than 800 million cash with you. If that's the case, then obediently return it to the casino."

"Oh! By the way, if you feel dissatisfied, I can double your initial betting capital of 1000 yuan, how about it?"

"Not only saw the world, but also played twelve games happily, and more importantly, you won't lose but earn."

Chen Ailun said with a smile.

By doing so, he felt that he had given Zhang Fan enough face.

It's just that these confident words clearly still treat Zhang Fan as a mountain village doctor and an ordinary person.

pattern.

Still can't open it!
"Didn't Chen Shaomo get dizzy with anger, and made his brain stupid?"

"800 million or 2000 yuan, which one is more, can't you tell the difference?"

Zhang Fan's teasing eyes looked at Chen Ailun like a fool.

He didn't feel any fear at all because the other party brought so many hooligans.

Immediately.

Chen Ailun's face was extremely gloomy.

He stood up abruptly, kicked over the folding table in front of him, stared fiercely at Zhang Fan, and said angrily, "So, are you going to refuse?"

The reason why he brought so many people was because he was worried that one person would not be Zhang Fan's opponent, and secondly, he wanted to take advantage of the number of people to intimidate Zhang Fan and make him obediently return the more than 800 million yuan he won.

But Zhang Fan must toast and not eat fine wine.

How could Chen Ailun bear it?

"Yes! I refuse."

Zhang Fan replied very simply.

next second.

I saw Chen Ailun swung the stick in his hand and smashed it towards Zhang Fan's head in anger.

The whole movement is fast, precise and ruthless, flowing and flowing.

A seasoned fighter indeed.

pity.

This time, the person he faced was Zhang Fan.

Although the idea of ​​preemptive strikes is good, it is doomed to fail.

next second.

Before the stick Chen Ailun swung could touch Zhang Fan's head, Zhang Fan kicked his stomach first.

The huge force caused Chen Ailun to fly upside down.

He hit the ground heavily and fell on all fours, crying out in pain.

The whole process happened so quickly that the gangsters standing outside the barbecue shop realized that it was over before they could see what was going on.

In addition to the onlookers watching the lively discussions, only Chen Ailun's painful wailing was left in his ears.

"What the hell are you doing in a daze? Did I ask you to come to the theater?"

"Kill Lao Tzu to death."

Chen Ailun, who was lying on the ground, clutched his stomach and roared with saliva flying all over the place.

Only then did the ten punks outside the barbecue shop come to their senses.

He rushed in wielding a stick and machete in his hand.

The diners who were still watching the theater and eating barbecue were so frightened that they fled to the side one after another, so as not to be accidentally injured later.

"Xiaofan, be careful."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Qin Bingbing quickly pulled Guan Hanxi, hid aside with the surrounding diners, and reminded loudly.

Zhang Fan did not respond.

Looking at the ten punks rushing up, his eyes turned cold and he let out a soft snort.

Shoot directly.

I saw him casually grabbing a handful of disposable chopsticks inside the bamboo tube, pinching them with two fingers, watching the footsteps of these little bastards rushing up, the disposable chopsticks, in Zhang Fan's hands, were like silver needles falling into a hole, piercing through accurately The right foot of all punks.

"Ah! My feet hurt so much..."

"The chopsticks have penetrated to the ground, connecting my feet to the ground, and I can't pull them out."

"Chen Ailun, who are you going to deal with? Why are you so powerful?"

At the entrance of the barbecue shop, the howls of these punks sounded one after another.

One by one, they threw away the sticks and machetes in their hands a long time ago, clutching their right feet in pain, trying to relieve the pain a little.

"If you can't pull it out, I'll help you."

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Fanfei kicked him sideways, and all the punks whose right feet were pinned by the disposable chopsticks flew upside down one after another.

After hitting the ground heavily.

Only then did the onlookers see clearly that the blood-stained disposable chopsticks were still firmly stuck to the ground.

It seems to be rooted.

On the right feet of these punks, there is obviously a bloody hole pierced by disposable chopsticks.

It's really scary.

"Okay, that's amazing... Bingbing, are you sure Zhang Fan is just a village doctor in a small mountain village?"

At the front of the crowd, Guan Hanxi froze when she saw Zhang Fan make a move.

This kind of plot that can only appear in martial arts movies and TV dramas, today, she actually saw it for real.

(End of this chapter)