C13 Smashing a Fist into the Air

"One... "Five..."

"Twenty …"

The fat storekeeper looked at Ye Xiaofan, who was in the middle of a pile of money bags. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead and asked softly, "Young Master, are you alright?"

Ye Xiaofan was counting the money bags as he turned around to see the fat shopkeeper. A mischievous smile appeared on his face, then he looked at the fat storekeeper and fiercely said, "What, you want to rob me too, fatty?"

The fat storekeeper saw the smile on Ye Xiaofan's face and his chrysanthemum instantly tightened. He quickly waved his hand and said: "Little, Young Master, how dare I, Fatty Jin, snatch you away?"

"Then what did you bring so many people here for?"

Ye Xiaofan raised his head and looked at the people behind Fatty Jin, who were holding a dish bowl, a kitchen knife, and a cutting board, and asked in confusion.

Fatty Jin forced a smile on his face and said, "Young Master, when I saw those guys trying to rob your money, I called all the servants in my restaurant over to help you."

"Help me, it's mud coal. What's the meaning of taking a pot lid? Do you want to knock on this baby's door?"

Ye Xiaofan looked at what was in Fatty Jin's hand and asked in surprise.

"Clank …"

Fatty Jin threw the pot in his hands and made a circle with his hands. He said righteously, "Young Master, I helped them beat you up, so I want that pot to stand in front of you and help you block the enemy's thunder and fire!"

"I, Little Fatty Jin, don't know anything about this, but I have a big body that can resist attacks. Even if a dozen people were to hit me at once, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it …"

"Ah!

Ye Xiaofan punched on Fatty Jin's protruding stomach. Fatty Jin flew a dozen meters away like a kite with its string cut.

Seeing their manager's huge body being thrown more than ten meters away by a little kid, those workers wiped their eyes in shock with a face full of disbelief.

Fatty Jin's body was at least three hundred pounds, but he was hit by a hairless brat more than ten meters away with a single punch.

"This, this brat, could it be that he is a monster?"

"Damn, our shopkeeper is a three-hundred-pound man. Even if he were to take a hit from a level nine Refinement Realm martial artist, he wouldn't be able to fly more than ten meters away!"

"This brat is so strong, he sent our manager flying with a single punch!"

"..."

Ye Xiaofan's small and exquisite body was tied with money bags. Hee Shuangshuang, who was behind him, held a pile of money bags in her hands. The two of them walked on the street in a swagger.

He wanted to let everyone see a fight to the death with Ye Yuhe. He wanted to snatch the Ye Family back from Ye Yuhe and tell them that the Ye Family belonged only to the direct line of descent; it was not something that a subordinate like Ye Yuhe could snatch.

"F * * k, did laozi see wrongly? The two of them are just walking around the bank!"

"Don't stop laozi, laozi is going to snatch them away!"

"This daddy just so happens to be short of money recently. To think that you guys can get out of my way if you see something like this. He's mine now!"

On both sides of the street, from the elders to the kids who just stopped drinking milk, their eyes were filled with excitement when they saw Ye Xiaofan and Hee Shuangshuang. They really wanted to rush up and rob them.

"Dang, dang, dang!"

Fatty Jin led a group of people to Ye Xiaofan and knocked on the lid of the pot as he looked around indifferently.

The servants behind Ye Xiaofan all took out their weapons, such as a big ladle, an iron basin, a pig slaughtering knife, and so on …

"Sizzle …"

A few tough men who ran forward saw the person following behind Ye Xiaofan and suddenly stopped their steps. They were like a carriage that had moved and braked several tens of centimeters on the ground.

Ye Xiaofan raised his head and looked at the Ye residence with a smirk on his face. He murmured, "This baby is back. Are you ready?"