"What's wrong with that? We rented this place to you. If you can't pay the rent, then get out." The man in the middle tilted his head and stared at Zhou Biyu.
Zhou Biyu gritted her teeth and said, "We agreed on eight hundred a month, but you kept increasing the rent. Even the houses in the city only cost one thousand five hundred a month, but you increased it to three thousand."
"Wrong, not three thousand, it's ten thousand." The man with an eagle tattoo on his middle arm, Brother Ming, shook his head and said.
"Ten thousand?" Zhou Biyu was so scared that her face turned pale. "Then can I not rent it?"
"Sure, give us the money first." Brother Ming extended his hand.
Ye Ziqin and Zhuo Bufan also walked out from the living room. Zhou Biyu turned her head and forced a smile on her face. "Xiao Fan, Ye Zi, you two go in. It's fine, I'll take care of it."
"What's going on? What are these people doing? "Ye Ziqin frowned. She could tell that the three men in front of her were not good people.
"Yo, who is this beauty? Why haven't I seen her before? Zhou Biyu, if you don't want to pay the rent, let this beauty play with us. " The gangster on the left with dyed blonde hair stared at Ye Ziqin with a lustful gaze.
The gazes of the other two men also fell on Ye Ziqin. Ye Ziqin's appearance was outstanding and her figure was graceful. She was dressed like a world-class beauty. They had lived in this small town and had never seen such a beautiful woman. Immediately, their lust was aroused.
Ye Ziqin frowned and said, "How much rent do you want? I'll give it to you …"
"We can talk about the rent later. How about chatting with us first?" The blonde on the left said and walked toward Ye Ziqin.
At this moment, Zhou Biyu suddenly stood in front of Ye Ziqin and said coldly, "If you want rent, I'll give it to you. Ye Zi is my daughter-in-law. If you keep doing this, I'll call the police."
"Call the police? Call the police if you have the guts. Get out of my way. "The blonde suddenly pushed Zhou Biyu. Zhou Biyu lost her balance and fell to the ground.
Zhuo Bufan's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Ye Ziqin quickly helped Zhou Biyu up.
"If you want money, I'll give it to you. Come with me." Zhuo Bufan looked at the three of them, especially at the yellow-haired man. Being stared at by Zhuo Bufan, the yellow-haired man instantly felt his whole body turn cold. He quickly shook his head. Damn it, it must be an illusion on such a hot day.
"Lil 'Fan …" Zhou Biyu called out worriedly, but Ye Ziqin grabbed her arm and said softly, "Mom, don't worry, Lil' Fan is not a child anymore, he can solve it."
Ye Ziqin had witnessed Zhuo Bufan's Kung Fu. It would not be a problem for her to deal with these three hooligans.
"But …" Zhou Biyu was still worried.
"Mom, let me help you in to rest. You have to believe in Xiao Fan." Ye Ziqin's bright eyes carried a trace of firmness and light.
Brother Ming frowned, waved his hand and said, "Go out and see what tricks that brat is playing!"
The houses in the village were not very close to each other. Moreover, it was noon and the sun was scorching. Everyone had gone home to prepare for lunch. There was only green and empty fields outside. It was a lush green field. Zhuo Bufan was standing under a poplar tree with her hands behind her back.
"Kid, do you have money on you?" Brother Ming squinted his eyes and stared at Zhuo Bufan.
Zhuo Bufan ignored him and turned to look at the blonde who had just pushed her mother. "Why did you push my mother?"
"What the f * ck did you say?" The blonde stared straight into Zhuo Bufan's eyes. He felt a chill run down his spine. His eyes instantly became evasive. The young man in front of him gave him a very strange feeling. It made him feel cold. He braced himself and said, "I pushed her. What can you do to me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Bufan reached out and grabbed his throat. He lifted his entire body off the ground. "Those who hurt my mother can only walk one path, and that is death."
Brother Ming and the other hooligan felt their scalps go numb when they saw this. Although the blonde was small and skinny, he was at least 50 kilograms. How could he be lifted by Zhuo Bufan with one hand? How strong did he have to be?
The blonde grabbed Zhuo Bufan's wrist with both of his hands. His legs were shaking violently, and it was difficult for him to breathe. His face was as red as a pig's liver, and his eyeballs were about an inch wide.
But Zhuo Bufan's expression was cold, as if he had no intention of stopping.
"Big … Big Brother … Don't kill people. You'll walk the path of crime. You're still young, you have a bright future." Brother Ming stammered in fear. He didn't even have the heart to help.
Zhuo Bufan twisted his hand and broke the blonde's neck. He tossed the body to the ground like a dead chicken. Then, under the terrified gazes of the two hooligans, he condensed a fireball and burned the body.
When the other hooligan saw this, he was so scared that his legs kept trembling. Brother Ming also felt that his back was wet with cold sweat. Just now, Zhuo Bufan had lifted the yellow-haired man with one hand, which was still within the range of human thought, but the fireball condensed in his palm directly made the two of them lose their ability to think.
"Devil …" The other hooligan turned to run. Zhuo Bufan waved his hand and a wind blade landed on the hooligan's back, followed by another fireball.
The last remaining hooligan, Brother Ming, was so scared that yellow urine flowed from his pants. He knelt on the ground and begged, "God … God … Don't kill me … Brother Jing asked me to come. If you want to find someone, find Brother Jing … I don't want to die …"
Zhuo Bufan didn't even look at him. Instead, she rolled up her sleeves and revealed her arm. There was a black mark in the shape of a willow twig. Ever since Zhuo Bufan sealed the ghost on her arm in Zhongzhou, the ghost had been in a deep sleep. Now, it came in handy.
Zhuo Bufan made a seal with one hand and placed it on the willow twig. The willow twig instantly burrowed into Brother Ming's forehead. Brother Ming's eyes dimmed and turned gray. He looked at Zhuo Bufan in a daze.
"Go back first. As for Brother Jing, find a way to get him to see me," Zhuo Bufan said calmly.
"Yes." Brother Ming nodded slowly and turned to walk towards the road.
"I still can't use the Soul Manipulation Technique. I can only use the ghost to temporarily control his body. I want to see who's behind this." Zhuo Bufan's eyes flashed coldly. If she hadn't rushed back today, her mother might have suffered a lot.
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