The Supreme Soldier King of the Lady CEO

Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: Seeking Forgiveness from the Elders!

The yellow-haired punk had pulled his head out of the "wall" by now.

His entire right face was swollen and unrecognizable, making his features look twisted, and he resembled a walking demon!

"Kid, go to hell!!!"

His dagger was aimed straight at Ye Huan’s head.

The minions’ faces turned extraordinarily animated.

A sturdy body doesn’t mean a head can withstand a dagger’s attack, otherwise, would that still be human?!

As long as the kid can’t react in time...

Can’t react in time...

They chanted inwardly, but what happened next made them lose all "hope"...

The blade was just a millimeter away from Ye Huan when...

In merely one millisecond, Ye Huan dashed sideways several steps.

At the moment of dodging the stab, his big hand swung vigorously in the air.

A slap landed on the yellow-haired punk’s face!

"Smack!!!"

Another loud sound, the yellow-haired punk crashed into the right pillar, his left face swelling now too.

This time, he quickly pulled his head out.

But before attacking, he was frightened to the ground by the approaching Ye Huan.

"How about it, do you think my fists are hard enough?" Ye Huan bent down, smiling warmly.

The yellow-haired punk’s eyes darted evasively, and he did not respond.

He glanced behind Ye Huan, blinking continuously to signal the minions to ambush Ye Huan.

But the minions weren’t foolish either; they were scared of dying.

Someone who can shatter a dagger with his body, punch someone thirty meters away, smash through bulletproof tempered glass, and dodge lethal attacks at the last second—how could such a person be dealt with through a sneak attack!

be 0.00001%, and this is based on imagination;

not knowing if he’s alive, and the current state of the yellow-haired

fear, all bowing their heads, pretending not

you, are you

mouth, suddenly stabbing it into a bloody hole

yellow-haired punk wailed while shouting

are equivalent to reason,

"Yes, yes, yes!"

punk didn’t dare

You mean to say your fists can be

punk was overwhelmed with panic, begging tearfully: "Of course it’s your fists that are hard, Grandpa. We can talk it

"Now we can talk it out?

the situation clearly,

you, I told you before, if you didn’t roll quickly, you’d be in a miserable state; why didn’t you believe it? Not listening

How could he believe!

streets for quite a few years, the toughest guy he met before could only take on three people; how could he know someone

he realized this man in front of him wasn’t someone

your orders, shouldn’t have thrown the bank card at your face, begging... begging for

gritted his teeth, stood kneeling and faced

"..."

store’s employees and customers,

previously arrogant, domineering yellow-haired punk, is now kneeling

The shock was...

"mentally challenged,"

more than a dozen desperate outlaws afraid to launch a

"bang bang bang"

knocks, his forehead was

"Gran...Grandpa, look, I have kowtowed ten times to Grandma, also called twice, Grandma, are you... are you going

to act,

Grandpa, whatever conditions you have, just say them!" The yellow-haired punk looked

this batch

punk didn’t hesitate, waved his hands vigorously: "We

can you not want it, wouldn’t this make it seem like our

wouldn’t do such things!" The yellow-haired punk said firmly, patting his chest, "I’m just seeing the new store

"Then...who asked you

big brother,

said this, the yellow-haired punk hurriedly covered his mouth, showing a

let slip his big brother’s

is Golden Saber?"

among us people on the streets, this...this

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