Rebirth of a wealthy and crazy son-in-law

Chapter 668
"Okay." Yang Ming nodded, and quickly bypassed Fatty Zhang and walked forward, while the security guards in front of him also gave way one by one to let Yang Ming pass smoothly.

Fatty Zhang followed closely behind, holding a handkerchief in his hand and constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Are you the one who bought the three-story building?" Huang Mao saw Yang Ming coming out, and said bluffing.

Yang Ming nodded, and was about to speak, when he saw Huang Mao's face turned ferocious, rushing towards him, obviously intending to strike directly.

Yang Ming's expression sank, and he turned slightly to the left, avoiding Huang Mao's punch in a hurry.

"Looks like I've practiced it before!" Huang Mao grinned grinningly. He didn't seem to care about the punch that Yang Ming dodged, and soon attacked again, but this time it was a cunning kick with a very tricky angle.

Yang Ming frowned, stretched out his hands, and blocked forward.

Huang Mao's right leg landed firmly in Yang Ming's hands, and Yang Ming threw it up urgently, and Huang Mao accidentally fell to the ground.

Everyone present was stunned, Huang Mao looked aggressive, he did not expect to be so vulnerable.

Huang Mao lay down on the ground with a flushed face, first looked around, and then saw the mocking looks of the people around him, and suddenly felt furious.

Yang Ming's action not only made him lose face, but also made him lose his prestige under his own hands.

Huang Mao quickly got up from the ground, looked at Yang Ming angrily and shouted: "You are dead!"

Hearing this, Yang Ming shook his head in disdain, then changed his foot movements, raised his hands slightly upwards, and made an attacking movement.

Seeing this, the anger in Huang Mao's heart continued to surge upwards, and soon he made another move, this time his attack was more disciplined.

"Practiced!" Yang Ming thought to himself.

This Huangmao is definitely a practitioner, but although the kung fu seems to be quite regular, it is only in shape but not in meaning.

Huang Mao's huge fist quickly slammed towards Yang Ming's face, the wind roared, and everyone who watched was startled, and Mo Yutong was so nervous that he dared not speak out.

Yang Ming's expression was indifferent, Huang Mao's fist was about to land on his face, but Yang Ming didn't move at all, such an expression fell into Huang Mao's eyes, but he thought Yang Ming was a little scared by him sluggish.

Huang Mao couldn't help showing a hint of joy on his face, and his fist couldn't help speeding up a bit.

But right here, the corner of Yang Ming's mouth turned up slightly, his right leg tightened suddenly, and at the same time, he exerted force on his waist, and suddenly fell backwards, avoiding Huang Mao's punch at the same time.

Huang Mao punched nothing, and the sense of weightless balance instantly brought him down, but at the critical moment, Huang Mao turned his fists into palms, pushed hard on the ground, jumped up, and quickly regained his balance.

At this time, Huang Mao finally didn't dare to have the slightest carelessness anymore, Yang Ming's actions were far beyond his expectations.

Huang Mao didn't speak anymore, and he didn't bother to taunt Yang Ming. His feet hit the ground suddenly, and a set of precise and powerful combined punches came to Yang Ming again.

Bang bang bang!
Yang Ming did not show any weakness at all. After hiding for such a long time, he finally started his first attack. The two fists collided with such force that there was a thumping sound amidst the suffocation.

Deafening!
"Damn it!" Huang Mao cursed inwardly, this time it was kicked on the iron plate, the person in front of him is definitely not a simple person.

Huang Mao felt a little regretful in his heart, but at this time there was no chance to retreat, so he had to bite the bullet.

Yang Ming's eyes were calm, but he felt a little helpless in his heart. He could see that the yellow hair was probably just here to provoke trouble. As for whether there was anyone behind him, it seemed that it was not very likely now.

The reason why Yang Ming didn't attack much just now was because he wanted to see if he could find something through Huang Mao's movements, but obviously he just learned a few boxing techniques.

"Since that's the case, there's no need to play with you anymore." Yang Ming sighed in his heart, he didn't read the almanac today when he went out, and encountered such troublesome things.

Huang Mao's eyes were dignified, and the movements of his hands were unfolded. The whole person looked quite imposing, but unfortunately, he was not Yang Ming's action.

From Yang Ming's point of view, Huang Mao's moves were full of flaws. It was a test before, but Huang Mao was taught a few tricks, but now there is no need for it.

Yang Ming saw a flaw in Huang Mao's, and quickly turned his body sideways. After avoiding Huang Mao's fist, he slapped Huang Mao's face.

The speed is so fast that Huangmao can't react at all.

Snapped!
A clear sound resounded on the sixth floor, and some spectators couldn't help but exclaimed. The scene was reversed too quickly. Originally, Yang Ming was still at a disadvantage, but this slap made Huang Mao scream all over his face. Blood.

Huang Mao was spun around on the spot by Yang Ming's huge force. When he finally stopped and reacted, he looked at Yang Ming in disbelief.

Yang Ming's expression was calm, seeing Huang Mao standing there without moving, he quickly stepped forward again, and slapped Huang Mao's chest with his palm.

"Ahem!" Huangmao didn't have time to react, so he took three steps back and coughed violently.

Yang Ming didn't let him go, and quickly bullied him again, and kicked Huang Mao's chest again. This time, Huang Mao couldn't bear it anymore, and flew backwards, collapsing on the ground.

"Mr. Mo." Seeing this scene, Fatty Zhang looked helplessly at Mo Yutong beside him, and said helplessly, "Mr. Yang is so fierce."

When Mo Yutong heard this, she was a little proud at the moment, but she nodded calmly, ignored Fatty Zhang, and focused her eyes on the field again.

Yang Ming is powerful, but two fists are no match for four hands. At this time, Yang Ming just defeated Huang Mao alone, but there are at least a dozen of those bastards.

If Yang Ming didn't fight the security guards, Mo Yutong still couldn't predict whether he would be able to fight alone.

"It should be possible. He never fights uncertain battles." Mo Yutong thought of many things before, and comforted himself in his heart.

Huangmao collapsed on the ground, but he didn't react yet, but the severe pain in his chest made him wake up a lot. He could feel three or four broken ribs, which made him feel a little afraid of Yang Ming.

But seeing those men behind Yang Ming who were ready to move, Huang Mao suppressed the fear in his heart, and shouted at them: "If you don't make a move yet, what are you waiting for!"

With Huang Mao's roar, those gangsters couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed forward one after another, surrounding Yang Ming. With colorful hair and strange tattoos, they appeared in front of Yang Ming.

Yang Ming smiled slightly, looking at some of the gangsters in front of him who were still in a state of confusion, he couldn't help being a little funny.

A bunch of trash!

(End of this chapter)