Fake Prodigal

Chapter 118

Chapter 118
"Little Fatty is looking for death!" The Bancun youth roared, pointed the watermelon knife forward at Fei Bo's nose, and shouted, "Give it to me...!"

The voice stopped abruptly, and "Shang" didn't shout out. On the forehead of the board-inch young man, there was a black hole in the muzzle of the gun. Looking at Li Hao, the watermelon knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Li Hao held Black Star in one hand, and patted the young man's cheek with the other, and said coldly: "You have the guts to provoke Fat Master, and you are getting impatient!"

The face of the Bancun youth was so frightened that he looked at Xiaopang in horror, wondering what kind of person Fatty was and why he had never heard of it.

With a serious expression on his face, he winked at the gangsters around him, and said coldly: "My boss is Brother Hui, I don't care which fat man you are, just leave the suitcase obediently, let's go our own way! "

Fei Bo was also shocked, his face was cloudy and uncertain, he looked at Li Hao in surprise, and cursed in his heart: "Fuck me, Brother Hao is too awesome, why didn't some guy say it earlier, that cut him down with a knife, he was so scared that he got fat Grandpa almost pissed!"

Brother Glasses and Chen Hao looked at each other, their faces became weird, and suddenly they had a brain hole, what kind of plane did Brother Hao use, and there was a guy on him, so he didn't even know how to go to class.

The gangsters around were carrying watermelon knives, staring at Li Hao covetously, grinning their teeth in luck, a black star obviously couldn't scare them.

"You say that the rich man is the uncle, and the one with the gun is the ancestor!" Li Hao stretched out his hand from his arms, took out a cold pineapple, shook it in his hand, and said with a smirk: "I have a pineapple. That is the Heavenly King, even if you are Ruan Snake, you have to kneel when you see Fat Master! You grandsons, kneel down to Fat Master!"

A pineapple shocked the audience, and the friends were stunned. The gangsters looked at the pineapple with horror, blinded a piece of titanium alloy dog ​​eyes, their faces were as ugly as they were, and wanted to run away when they were frightened. dare not run.

The three of Fei Bo looked like a ghost, looking at the domineering Li Hao, their faces turned pale with fright, and they had a sudden urgency to urinate, and they reflexively took three steps back to stay away from the dangerous Brother Hao, what happened? Stuff, is this the rhythm of group destruction?
The Bancun young man looked at Li Hao in disbelief with a mournful face. His face was distorted and deformed, the corners of his mouth twitched constantly, his calf instantly twisted. His legs softened and he knelt down in front of Fei Bo. He stretched out his hands and smacked his face, and said anxiously: " The little one has blind eyes, angered the fat man, and I am here to apologize! I beg the fat man to show his respect, and for the sake of my big brother Xie Hui, let the little one go!"

The board-inch youth was kneeling, and he hit the iron plate completely. The little brother of the fat man is so dragged, and the identity of the little fat is ready to be revealed. He must be a super boss, the most awesome existence, how can he be a small fish like him? , can afford it.

"Xie Hui is a smuggled sea bunny, not fit to lift the pants of the fat man!" Li Hao said arrogantly and domineeringly.

Fei Bo was taken aback for a moment, listening to why he was so awkward, he looked down at his belt, and his expression became strange, what does it mean that he doesn't deserve to lift his pants?
Brother Glasses and Chen Hao forcibly suppressed their laughter, and the gangsters around them looked at Li Hao and the Bancun youth with half-smiles.

The Bancun young man wanted to cry, but looked at Fei Bo in astonishment. He met a real god. Fat Master's younger brother even looked down on Xie Hui. He was that green onion!

He was very respectful, kowtowed and said: "Fatty Master hold your hand high, let me be a fart!"

Fei Bo hugged his shoulders, looked around the gangsters, and said domineeringly: "Dream! You gangsters kneel to the bottom of the wall for me and sing Saint Seiya together!"

The gangsters looked at each other, their faces as ugly as eating a fly, and walked to the corner dejectedly, kneeling in a row with mournful faces, at a loss.

A gangster mustered up his courage, and said weakly: "Fatty Master, let's start!"

Fei Bo picked up the remote control, looked at the LCD TV on the wall, clicked on the theme song of Saint Seiya, Tianma's Fantasy, and a familiar rhythm sounded in the room.

Feibo took out his big sunglasses, put them on his fat face, raised his fat hands high, stood with his feet in a horse stance, and put on the coolest pose. Holding the microphone in his hand, he raised his head and sang intoxicatedly:
"Brilliant starry sky, a legendary and beautiful dream!

There are attachments, touches, and many injuries and pains!

The breeze blowing gently raised the dust!
Look at our saints, embark on the journey again! "

The gangster found the rhythm, knelt on the ground with his head held high, and wailed and sang:
"The most powerful saint under Athena is Bronze!
What kind of silver, gold saints, what looks good but doesn't work!

Seiya, never fall!

Zilong, you always blind your eyes!Oh yeah!
Binghe, don't think about your mother anymore!
Ah Shun, Yihui, they are two brothers..."

Li Hao looked frantically at Fei Bo who sang loudly and turned into a super funny man, and shook his head speechlessly. The image of a gangster he just created was completely ruined.

"Brother, be merciful, let me go!" Seeing the good atmosphere, the Bancun youth hurriedly begged for mercy. He could tell that the fat man was a big joke, and Li Hao was a ruthless character.

Li Hao ignored him, waved his hand, and said flatly: "Log in to the game, turn the knife back!"

The board-inch youth hurriedly crawled to the coffee table, quickly boarded the game, and gloated: "Sorry, the equipment is bound and cannot be traded!"

Looking at the computer screen, Li Hao's eyes were stern, and he glanced evilly at the golden outfit of Ba Dao Xiehuang, and said with a smirk: "It's so cool! Adding fifteen gold outfits to the whole body, and one plus seventeen pink giants, this is not the world. Invincible!"

The Bancun youth said awkwardly: "It's so-so. I've been playing for seven or eight years before I got into this."

"It's interesting, you are still a hardcore player!" Li Hao controls the game characters, roaming the streets domineeringly, attracting countless players to watch, the men want to join the club and ask for help, and the women directly ask for support, which is a mess.

The surrounding players gathered more and more, watching the luminous Tyrannical Sword Evil Emperor, and paying homage to him. The young man looked at him so majestic, and his mouth was crooked.

"Gaba!" There was a clear cracking sound in the game, and the blue veins on the forehead of the board-inch young man popped out, his eyes widened, and he stared at the screen in horror. Can't be broken down, stop making trouble!"

Li Hao gave a ferocious smirk, and threw each piece of gold equipment into the decomposition furnace, dividing it into piles of small crystal blocks.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" There was a crackling sound, and the young man was so angry that his nerves collapsed. He looked at Li Hao with tears streaming down his face, knelt on the ground and wailed in pain: "You are my grandfather, you are my ancestor, Don't break it down anymore, I kneel down for you!"
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