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He said that he wanted to call the police, but he just wanted to scare Su Yang, and wanted them to take out the rent, so he could leave quickly.

But he didn't expect to hit the iron plate this time. Not only was Su Yang not cowardly, he dialed the phone with his backhand, and took up the weapon of law to protect himself. Not like an eighteen-year-old boy.

Su Hong and Zhao Xiangqin looked at their son's back, tears in their eyes for a moment, this child who has been growing up under their protection is finally full of wings and can be on his own.

The yellow-haired man saw that the phone had been connected, and was so anxious that he yelled: "I said you are an immortal board, little turtle son, bring it to me!"

He has committed crimes before, and now he is charged with extortion and extortion. I am afraid that if he enters, he will not know how long he will be locked up. It must be known that those who have experienced that kind of taste do not want to experience it again.

So, he picked up the wooden stool next to him and was about to walk towards Su Yang.

After Su Yang saw it, he snorted coldly, but said he was going to fight?

Don't even look at what you are!

"Grass!"

The yellow-haired youth shouted, raised the wooden bench above his head, and aimed at Su Yang's head and was about to smash it down.

"elder brother!!!"

"Be careful, son!"

When the family saw this, it was too late to go up to stop them, so they screamed in surprise.

Su Yang sneered, and with only one side, he easily avoided the opponent's attack.

When the yellow-haired youth failed, he lifted the bench and attacked the opponent's waist.

Generally speaking, this blow must be able to hit someone.

However, this is indeed the case. Although the yellow-haired youth screamed loudly, he closed his eyes tightly when it was time to hit someone.

When he felt a resistance, he was overjoyed - hit?

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Su Yang's hand held the bench lightly, and then threw the wooden bench to the ground, just hitting the opponent's toe.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The yellow-haired youth was smashed and screamed, rolling on the ground with his feet in his arms, how embarrassed he was.

The hit didn't end. Su Yang didn't care about him so much. He lifted the opponent up with his backhand and spit in Huang Mao's face. Then he shot a few punches with his right hand and hit the opponent's face, punching to the flesh. !

Everyone watched in horror, they never imagined that an eighteen-year-old boy would have such great power!

The fat woman was startled, she rushed up and shouted, "Don't fight, stop fighting!! I beg you, don't beat my son!"

After a few punches, Su Yang felt a little better in his heart, before throwing the young man to the ground, then looking indifferent, and lightly tidied up his clothes.

At this time, Huang Mao was lying on the ground, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and blood blisters kept coming out of his mouth.

"It's been beaten, it's been beaten! Everyone, come and see! He beat my son into a coma!" The fat woman cried and shouted, while helping Huang Mao up.

In the face of the scolding shouts of the fat woman and shrew, more and more passers-by gathered around, and the people around them also talked a lot when they saw the youth.

"This guy is so young, I didn't expect to strike so hard!"

"Hey, it's really unbelievable!"

"In my opinion, these two people deserve to be beaten, they are just trying to make things difficult for others!"

"That's right, I didn't expect them to use such a bad trick, it's disgusting!"