Chapter 1208

300 yuan a piece?

A dirty towel?

After Lin Fan and Ou Dawei look at each other, they can't help laughing.

"Dawei, I dare not shoot TV series like this."

After coughing up a mouthful of phlegm and spitting to the ground, Lin Fan indicated: "this sputum comes from a long way. It's worth 400 yuan. Give me the money."

"Boss, that's not true. It's really empty."

Lin Fan was stunned by this action, but Ou Dawei quickly responded: "I have to take a bubble of urine, estimated to be worth more than 1000 yuan."

There was a chorus between the two, and the five men looked at each other.

They are threatening with machetes. Instead of being afraid, the two Chinese are joking?

"It's the first time I've seen Chinese people who are not afraid to die. It's good, very good."

The thin man waved his machete and said, "today I'll let you know what you should do in our territory."

Get the boss's order, four younger brothers rush to Lin Fan two people.

The machete in his hand cleaved at the front door, which was definitely the result of blood splashing.

"It's too long for you to be obedient in my territory."

Leaning against the wall, the thin man pulled out a cigarette from his cigarette case and put it into his mouth. Then he took out a lighter with a domineering side leakage.

With a crack, the flame came out and lit the smoke.

Take a deep breath, and then spray a smoke ring into the sky: "why, why? It's not good to be obedient."

Whew ~

a puff of smoke sounded: "why, it's not good to be obedient."

The voice that suddenly rings around makes the ground weak, and the man's action is stiff.

He frowned and turned to look at the past. What came into view was the harmless face of the Chinese boy.

"You How do you... "

The brain was short circuited for two seconds, and the weak man's eyes were wide open.

This Chinese boy, shouldn't he be cut off to break the blood?

Why does Mao have nothing to do, still smoking around?

Think of this, quickly look forward, the next second the hand of the cigarette fell to the ground, mouth open, the ground can be put into a duck egg.

Oh, my God Well, how could this be?

Four little brothers fell on the ground, their hands and feet were cut a hole, bleeding the ground.

Every machete is inserted in my younger brother's body. The winning position looks weak and the man is cool.

Well, to be precise, it should be chrysanthemum!

It's such a long machete. It cuts through the intestines.

"Why are you so surprised? Isn't it necessary?"

Looking at the weak man's face, Lin Fan narrowed his eyes: "in your mind, we Chinese people should be obedient to give money, right?"

"Yes, you should pay for it."

After that, the thin man immediately got angry: "in charming town, you dare to do it, Mr. Tony will not let you go."

Although they are shocked by Lin Fan's fighting capacity, they are just shocked.

It's hard to say in other places, but in charming town, they are local people, and they are not afraid of anyone at all.

I tried to have foreigners disobedient before. Later, he made trouble to Mr. Tony, and finally his hands were cut off.

This is their confidence, the confidence of the local people!

No matter how much trouble, even if they are unreasonable, the final result will tend to them.

It's just because this is a charming town, and it's ruled by Mr. Tony.

Omnipotent gods, their Mr. Tony!

Thinking of this, the thin and weak man's trembling heart immediately stabilized: "give all your money, or I will let you..."