Chapter 2877: Neither Kill nor Let Go

"she?"

Ye Tianlong glanced at Lin Miaomiao who was pushed away by the doctor: "Yes, I was the one injured. What happened? Do you want to avenge them?"

"Your sister is so arrogant."

The red-haired boy was furious: "I will kill you tonight, come here, touch him."

Regardless of the impact of the hospital, he directly rushed towards Ye Tianlong with a group of friends and friends.

"Bang bang bang——"

Facing these dandy boys, Ye Tianlong did not dodge at all, nor was he polite at all. He twisted his neck and opened his bow left and right.

Amidst the crisp sound of slaps, more than a dozen young people in Chinese clothes screamed and fell to the ground. They all covered their cheeks and wailed, with blood flowing from the corners of their mouths.

The red-haired boy's face turned ugly when he saw this, and a black tiger ripped out his heart and attacked Ye Tianlong.

"too weak."

Ye Tianlong grabbed the opponent's wrist and smiled casually: "You dare to challenge this level? Do you really don't know whether to live or die?"

The already impatient red-haired boy became angry with shame. He shouted loudly and pulled out his fist with all his strength, soared into the air and kicked Ye Tianlong in the chest.

Ye Tianlong curled his lips in disapproval and slapped him back.

"Snapped--"

Before the red-haired boy could touch Ye Tianlong, he was knocked away mercilessly, hit the wall and fell with a groan.

"Young Master Rong!"

Several beautiful female companions called out tremblingly, and stepped forward to support the red-haired boy who fell to the ground, meaning that if a good man does not suffer the immediate loss, stop fighting.

"Shut up, you don't have to worry about it!"

The red-haired young man lost his temper and roared. He had never been bullied and trampled like this since he was a child. He really couldn't stand it.

So, he rushed towards Ye Tianlong again, and fell back again, very embarrassed.

"Young Master Rong!"

Several female companions looked at the red-haired young man with bleeding mouth and nose, their pretty faces were very frightened, and they tried to help him, but the red-haired young man gritted his teeth and pushed them away stubbornly.

Ye Tianlong pointed his finger: "Go away, as far away as you want. I'm not in the mood to play with you."

Hearing this, the red-haired boy laughed angrily. His pride was replaced by humiliation and resentment. He didn't think about anything but stared at Ye Tianlong with murderous intent.

"Teach me a lesson? Who do you think you are?"

The red-haired boy spoke, raised his sleeves, and three small sleeve arrows flew out, hitting Ye Tianlong's face, throat and chest.

Not only is it extremely fast and accurate, it is also very powerful.

It's a dirty trick.

Ye Tianlong frowned slightly. He didn't expect that the red-haired boy was so ignorant and so evil that anyone else would have died immediately under his arrow.

But Ye Tianlong only stretched out his hand, and the three arrows were already in his hands: "You are indeed the same as Lin Miaomiao."

The red-haired boy didn't say anything. He turned over in the air and took out two daggers in his hands. He stabbed Ye Tianlong eight times like lightning.

He was full of hatred for Ye Tianlong and wanted to stab Ye Tianlong with a single sword.

Ye Tianlong sneered, turned his right hand, knocked down the opponent's two daggers, and kicked him five or six meters away.

"Whoosh——"

While he was surprised by Ye Tianlong's strength, he once again released a canopy of silver needles, shooting out from behind him.

This kid is actually covered in hidden weapons.

Ye Tianlong's face darkened, he grabbed a sword, swung it twice, and knocked down the silver needle. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was blue and obviously poisonous.

"Boy, you are really cruel."

After cracking the red-haired boy's killing move, Ye Tianlong looked desolate and had a ruthless look in his eyes: "The move wants my life..."

"Ye Tianlong, this is Young Master Rong!"

Feeling Ye Tianlong's hostility, Lin Miaomiao struggled to say: "You touch him and consider the consequences."

Ye Tianlong didn't speak, but walked slowly to the red-haired boy, with cold eyes: "A member of the Rong family?"

"That's right, I'm from the Rong family?"

The red-haired young man leaned against the wall and glared at Ye Tianlong. He was teased, ridiculed and had his dignity trampled on. To him, life was worse than death:

"Stop your mother being so arrogant and arrogant. If you have the guts, just touch me!"

He looked at Ye Tianlong with a sarcastic look.

Ye Tianlong slowly raised the sword in his hand: "It is the shadow of the Yourong family."

"Tianlong, stop!"

At this moment, another old man in gray clothes shot towards the door, very fast, and he was in front of Ye Tianlong in a blink of an eye.

He grabbed the dagger with one hand and grabbed Ye Tianlong's shoulder with the other.

Wang Gobi.

Pushing Mountain Palm, Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills.

Regardless of whether a person is as strong as an ox, all he needs to do is use his hand to press it down and push it gently, and the hand will fall out of the sky.

This unique skill can be used to control people by using their strength, and it can be thrown out of thin air without being injured, unlike the killer kung fu that can hurt people.

He took action in a hurry, and from a master like Wang Gebi, this attack was truly earth-shattering.

It's just that Ye Tianlong didn't dodge too much, he just turned his body and hit it.

"boom--"

Wang Gebi was caught off guard and was thrown away. He took a dozen steps back and hit the wall. His blood surged and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Too strong.

Wang Gebi smiled bitterly. Just as he was about to stand up, he heard footsteps behind him and subconsciously looked back.

He saw a middle-aged man being surrounded by people.

Ye Tianlong also saw this man. He was wearing a suit, with a Chinese character face, and gold-rimmed glasses. He looked gentle, but his eyes were very clear.

Those eyes are like those of an owl, as if they can penetrate people's psychology.

Wang Gebi twitched the corner of his mouth, quickly collected the blood in his throat and moved closer to the other party.

Then, he whispered to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's sharp eyes, which were originally staring at Ye Tianlong, had an indescribable amusement.

Lin Miaomiao whispered: "Mr. Rong!"

The red-haired boy also bit his lip: "Dad..."

Zhan Qinglou approached Ye Tianlong and whispered: "Glory."

"Are you Ye Tianlong?"

When Ye Tianlong suddenly realized and nodded, the middle-aged man had already put his hands behind his back and made a move: "Today's grievances, all end here."

"Whether it is you, Rong Siyue, or Lin Miaomiao, you are not allowed to take advantage of this issue again."

The middle-aged man's words were very plain, but still gave people a sense of power without anger. He now said that the grievances ended here, indicating that he was trying to give in.

Wang Gobi also smiled and smoothed things over: "Tianlong, we are one family, we are one family, we will see each other again in the future."

"Okay, you are not arrogant and unreasonable, grit your teeth to give me some face, and I will give you some face."

Ye Tianlong glanced at the person who should be called uncle, threw out a sentence lightly, and then shook the short sword in his hand and directly cut the red-haired boy's wrist.

The red-haired boy, who was totally unprepared, howled miserably: "Ah——"

Lin Miaomiao and the others almost lost their voices in surprise: "Asshole——"

"You——"

Rong Yao pointed at Ye Tianlong angrily, angry and anxious, unable to speak.

This was really a slap in the face.

"For your sake, I'll give him a chance to live, but not killing him doesn't mean letting him go."

Ye Tianlong threw away the dagger in his hand, then wiped the blood off his hands, and calmly walked through the crowd...