Chapter 125: Chapter 0125 Follow Brother_1
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“Good evening, no, good morning, everyone.”

Ye Xiong got out of the car and greeted the men and women around him.

“Who are you?” A woman with purple-dyed hair, looking like a gang leader, came over, blinking her eyeshadowed eyes, and asked, “Where’s Brother Hu?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then how did you get this car?”

“Found it.”

Seeing the disbelief of the people around him, Ye Xiong explained earnestly, “I was just taking a walk on the mountain when I found a car abandoned in the middle of the road, with no one inside, and the car keys there. It must have been some careless person who dropped their car, so I drove it down here, planning to take it to the police station… Don’t ask me my name; my name is Lei Feng.”

A large number of people around almost toppled over.

They had never seen such a shameless person.

It was clear he had stolen someone else’s car, yet he spoke so righteously; they were really impressed with this guy’s shamelessness.

“Sister Zhen, Brother Hu just called, saying his car was stolen. He told us to catch this guy and not let him escape,” one of the underlings shouted into the ear of the purple-haired woman.

“What are you waiting for, then? Go catch him!” the purple-haired woman ordered.

The hoodlum pulled out a knife and pointed it at Ye Xiong, shouting, “Kid, stand still and don’t move, or you’re going to get it.”

Seeing the two people drawing daggers, Ye Xiong quickly raised his hands and said, “What do you think you’re doing? I warn you, don’t come closer, or I won’t be polite.”

“I want to see just how you’ll be impolite,” the hoodlum waved his knife, holding a rope in his hand, ready to tie someone up.

Ye Xiong obediently raised his hands, not moving an inch.

The hoodlum didn’t expect him to be so compliant and was about to tie him up when, in the midst of doing so, suddenly felt as if he was missing something but couldn’t remember what it was.

“Looking for this?” Ye Xiong waved the knife in his hand.

The hoodlum jumped, only then realizing that his knife had somehow ended up in the other’s hand.

Ye Xiong suddenly grabbed him, spun him around, nearly making the hoodlum dizzy.

By the time the hoodlum came to his senses, he found his shirt was gone, now on Ye Xiong’s body.

“How long has it been since you washed these clothes, they reek of sweat,” Ye Xiong scolded, throwing the clothes on the ground.

Shirtless, the hoodlum walked up to the purple-haired woman, with a pained expression on his face.

“Sister Zhen, this guy is a bit evil.”

The purple-haired woman called Sister Zhen looked sternly at Ye Xiong, instructing the several hoodlums behind her, “Go together, be careful, this guy is not simple.”

Immediately, four hoodlums tightly surrounded Ye Xiong.

Ye Xiong’s eyes darted among the four hoodlums, finally resting on the one about as tall as him. Suddenly, he made his move.

That hoodlum didn’t even realize what was happening before Ye Xiong grabbed him, spun him on the spot, and by the time he was sufficiently dizzy, his shirt was once again missing, now on Ye Xiong.

Ye Xiong looked at the shirt, nodded, and said, “This is a nice shirt, I’ll buy it. By the way, how much for this shirt?”

The hoodlum wouldn’t dare ask for money, retreating five or six meters hastily, he said, “It’s free, I’m giving it to you.”

“How can that be, I’m an honest person, I don’t take petty advantages.”

Ye Xiong took out his wallet from his pants, pulled out ten bucks, and handed it over.

“Here you go.”

“No need.”

This shirt had cost him over four hundred when he bought it, and this guy was offering just ten bucks; did he have no shame?

“Take it,” Ye Xiong roared. “If you don’t take the money, will I become a robber?”

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You give ten bucks, more shameless than a robber.

The little hoodlum was stuck between not taking it and having to take it, his gaze pleading for Sister Zhen’s help.

Sister Zhen, a seasoned figure in the jianghu, knew the man in front of her was not someone to mess with. She walked up to him and asked, “How should I address this brother?”

“What, you want to ask me out?”

Ye Xiong’s eyes settled on Sister Zhen. He noticed her voluptuous figure, with a full bust and hips, the kind that’s plump without being fat. Then he looked at her face—round, with well-placed features and expressive eyes and brows. She was indeed a rare beauty. He licked his lips.

This kind of woman would feel great under you.

Sister Zhen had seen all sorts of men, but never one so brazen. Her face instantly darkened.

“Brat, do you know who you’re talking to?” Sister Zhen said coolly.

“Haven’t had the pleasure yet. How should I call you, sister?”

Ye Xiong approached her, leaning close to Sister Zhen, his eyes roaming brazenly over her.

Suddenly, a chilly gust swept by, and Sister Zhen’s leg swept fiercely toward him.

At such close range and with such speed, an ordinary person wouldn’t stand a chance to defend.

Unfortunately for her, she was dealing with Ye Xiong.

He caught her foot with ease and pulled it forward.

Sister Zhen’s entire leg was pressed to the ground, forcing her into a split sitting position.

Such flexibility!

Unfortunately, her jeans weren’t as flexible, and with a tearing sound, they ripped apart.

The crowd was dumbfounded, having never expected Ye Xiong to dare to openly flirt with Sister Zhen, especially in front of so many people. This was like signing his own death warrant!

Who didn’t know that Sister Zhen was Brother Hu’s woman?

And who was Brother Hu? There was probably no one present who didn’t know him—a major figure in the northern part of the city, commanding a group of twenty or thirty men, notorious for his ruthless reputation.

“Red, I like it!”

Ye Xiong glanced at the torn spot, having had an eyeful. He then addressed the surrounding hoodlums, “When that guy comes down, tell him that Yang Xiaoqiao is my little brother’s woman. If anyone dares touch her, I’ll make them regret ever coming to this world.”

After saying that, Ye Xiong felt he needed to leave an impression. He saw a car parked to the side and landed a heavy punch on the hood.

Instantly, a dent the size of a fist sunk deeply into it.

Everyone around was stunned, unable to believe such a punch could come from a human.

How much strength would that take, how hard would the fist have to be?

“Who are you, and why are you helping Yang Xiaofeng?” Sister Zhen asked resentfully.

“I’m his brother-in-law. You think I won’t help him, instead of that bald-headed dead man?” Ye Xiong looked at Sister Zhen and sighed, “Having a flower like you stuck in a pile of cow dung, don’t you think it’s a loss? Here’s a chance, come with me.”

That remark hit Sister Zhen where it hurt.

As a woman, who wouldn’t wish for their man to be handsome and strong? Who would like an ugly freak?

Sister Zhen had long wanted to leave Brother Hu but hadn’t found the opportunity, partly because Brother Hu was too powerful and cruel. She dared not imagine what would happen to her if she left him.

Now, a young, handsome man with strong martial arts skills appeared before her, inviting her to leave with him.

This was an excellent opportunity!

Sister Zhen found herself hesitating.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

She walked over, close to Ye Xiong, and whispered so only he could hear, “If you want to take me away, show me you have what it takes. Beat Brother Hu, and I’ll be yours right away, however you want me.”