Chapter 28 Are You Still Charging Protection Fees?

Approaching, Han Fei saw the little gangsters sitting in his small yard eating sea mussels, and his face immediately turned dark.

"Huh! Brother Gang, that kid is back."

"Snapped……"

I saw Fatty slam the clam shell in his hand to the ground: "Stinky boy, you still know how to come back? Did you know that your brother just came here yesterday? You are not kind, what about the protection fee?"

Han Fei shivered angrily, I had been going around for a few times before the gate of hell, and when I came back and wrote it together, I saw you eating my food, right?

Han Fei grinned and sneered: "A sea clam with 5 low-quality pearls, if you give it, I will let you go, otherwise, I will hit you and spit it out."

Fatty and his younger brothers were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter "Hahaha".

"Brother Gang, he actually asked us for money?"

"Brother Gang, I haven't seen this kid for a few days. He's mad, and he's blackmailing us?"

The fat man's face shook, and he bared his teeth with a sinister smile: "Boy, is your brother just awake or is your boy's head hit by an iron-headed fish? You dare to blackmail your brother?"

"Boom..."

Han Fei is now confident enough, so what if he faces a seventh-level fisherman? I have even done a sea python, can I be afraid of you?

Han Fei erected the purple bamboo stick to the ground: "You... do you know why the coral is so red?"

"Um?"

Just when Brother Gang and others were about to laugh at Han Fei, they saw aura in Han Fei's hand, and the purple bamboo stick glowed throughout his body.

Brother Gang's face changed slightly: "Stinky fish boy, you really dare to do it, you really don't have to worry about life, brothers, get him."

"I will kill you."

When Han Fei jumped up with a purple bamboo stick, it was a heavy hack. Do you really think I can't carry the stick?

Before Brother Gang could react, he saw a fifth-level fisherman under his command kneeling on the ground with a stick, clutching his shoulders and mourning: "Ah! My arm is broken, it's over, Brother Gang, my arm is broken..."

Brother Gang was furious: "Are you courting death?"

After speaking, several people picked up sticks one after another. Could it be possible for so many of them to be able to fold them in the hands of a child?

"Dangdangdang..."

How violent Han Fei is now, 159 points of basic spiritual energy, comparable to the seventh-level peak fisherman, more than 3,000 points of spiritual energy reserves can hit the other party's doubts about life, what is he afraid of?

"I will kill this fat man."

"Boom..."

There was a little gangster who was full of spiritual energy, filling his body, intending to beat Han Fei's stick.

However, with a "click", the man lay on the ground and vomited blood.

For a while, Brother Gang's expression froze: "No, this kid is the peak of the sixth level, let brother come."

The fat man also slashed up with the fine iron rod, which was beyond Han Fei's expectations. In the first confrontation of strength, Han Fei felt his arm go numb, and his face changed slightly. A seventh-level fisherman?

Brother Gang was also stunned: "It's a lot of energy, but you don't understand the power of a seventh-level powerhouse, the Shifang Shining Stick..."

Suddenly, Han Fei saw that there seemed to be a snake belt circling around the fat man. The next moment, the fat man's fighting power suddenly increased greatly, and the speed of the stick was more than twice as fast as before.

Han Fei was shocked, how is this possible? How can a fat man be so fast?

"Dangdang... bang..."

Han Fei, who had been pressing others to beat him, retreated again and again at this moment. Although he felt that his strength was not weaker than this fat man, he was still unable to withstand the violent blows of the fat man with six sticks in a row.

"cough……"

Han Fei's arms were numb, and a trace of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

Brother Gang sneered: "The seventh-level powerhouse can take the power of the monster fish, do you really think that your brother Gang is a scumbag until now? Boy, kneel down for me now, and offer all your family background to make amends... Forget it, you I don't have any background, this small yard is given to your brother Gang, and your brother Gang will let you go."

Han Fei took a deep breath, his recovery ability was still there, but it was much weaker than at the beginning.

Han Fei grinned: "A seventh-level powerhouse, that's all? So how weak are you?"

"what……"

I only saw Han Fei suddenly burst out with aura, and the whole person and the stick were glowing, jumping up and slashing again.

"when……"

Brother Gang: "Boy, you are courting death, how precious is your spiritual qi? You are a sixth-level fisherman, and you will consume one-third of your spiritual qi just because your body is full of spiritual qi. How many sticks can you spare? Three sticks or five sticks? "

Han Fei: "There's so much nonsense..."

"Dangdangdang..."

When the weapons were handed over, Han Fei smashed out six sticks in a frenzy.

But the fat man was also out of breath. Just now, the six sticks only smashed Han Fei a little bit in one breath. As a result, this kid went crazy, and he came up with five or six sticks. How much spiritual energy does this kid have? Isn't that better than yourself?

However, Han Fei did not end at all. With a sweep, the spiritual energy spewed out, and the spiritual energy disappeared into the air with faint ripples.

"Dong dong dong..."

"puff……"

The sticks clashed like thunder, only to see Brother Gang spat out a mouthful of blood, and the fine iron stick came out of his hand.

His eyes were full of disbelief, how could this kid? How many sticks did it take? Ten sticks? Twenty sticks? The key is that this guy is still full of spiritual energy! This aura can't be beat at 200 points!

"boom!"

Han Fei dissipated his spiritual energy, and slapped the fat man with a stick. The remaining gangsters were stunned. Brother Gang lost?

Han Fei squatted in front of Brother Gang with a stick and said with a smile, "Are you still charging protection fees?"

Brother Gang was in a cold sweat: "Misunderstanding, little brother, this is a complete misunderstanding."

"Bang bang bang..."

Han Fei beat him three times in a row, and put Brother Gang on the ground: "Is it a misunderstanding? Are you sure it is a misunderstanding?"

Brother Gang bared his teeth in pain, but never dared to speak back: "Little brother, can't brother Gang compensate you? Brother Gang promises not to trouble you in the future."

"Bang bang bang..."

Han Fei: "Who are you just brother?"

Brother Gang: "Xiao Gang, brother, you can just call me Xiao Gang."

"Bang bang bang..."

Han Fei: "Xiaogang? What about Xiaoming and Xiaohong?"

Brother Gang shivered, why are you still beating? Hit me again and I'll be useless!

Brother Gang begged for mercy: "Little brother, you forgive me. Xiaohong, I can't give it to you! Xiaohong and I have been together for seven years..."

Han Fei: "???"

"boom……"

Han Fei said with a dark face: "Leave all the money on your body, and the fine iron rod for me, get out..."

Brother Gang cried, what's the matter? You are so evil, why did you pretend to be a weak chicken a few days ago?

Brother Gang: "Little brother, I'll just have a fine iron rod... give it to you, don't point at me, I'm afraid."

Han Fei: "Who is your little brother? I'll be called Fei brother later. I wasted so much spiritual energy. You can't pay for a fine iron rod. Get out of my way..."

"Yes, yes...why are you still standing there? Let's go..."

Han Fei watched the nimble fat man scramble to get up and run away, and then he was secretly shocked. Is this what Tang Ge said before about absorbing the power of the monster fish? If the fat man just now can store spiritual energy like himself, it is still unknown who will kill the deer. But as soon as the strange power came out, his strength suddenly doubled. If he didn't have enough spiritual energy reserves, he would have been beaten down long ago.

"No, I underestimate the high-quality fisherman. It is not unreasonable to be called a high-quality fisherman. That fat man is only limited by the lack of spiritual energy in his body to be defeated by me. What if he is an eighth-level fisherman?"

This is the second time that Han Fei feels that his strength has improved too slowly. Even a gangster can cultivate to the seventh level. In this world of national cultivation, how many such small characters are there? And myself, now is only a small role, it is far from the time when I can be reckless.

As soon as Han Fei got home, there was a line of words engraved on the table, which should have been left by Tang Ge.

"I may not be able to come back in the near future, there is something in the old place, see you for the fishing trial."

Han Fei silently crossed out this sentence, opened the door, and walked towards the back of his house.

There is a cliff behind, and the place where people can stand is less than half a meter. There is a gap in the back of the house, and there is an iron chain hanging there. Han Fei carefully grabbed the chain and hung down, about seven or eight meters down. There was an inconspicuous small cave, which was hidden by the vegetation on the edge of the cliff.

This small cave existed when this room existed. Every time Tang Ge got something good, he would not put it at home, but would hide it in the cave so that no one would care about it.

The cave is no more than four meters deep and three meters wide. There is only a small bed and a stone tank in which dozens of sea mussels are raised.

On the bed, Han Fei saw a small package.

As soon as Han Fei opened it, he immediately took a breath. First, two medium-grade pearls rolled out. The money is not much, it is estimated that it is all Tang Ge's belongings.

In addition to 2 middle-grade pearls, there are 2 books, a tin box, and a bottle of medicinal herbs.

Han Fei immediately took a breath and didn't do anything else, because the two books had "Swimming in the Water" and "Mysterious Body Art" written on them. At a glance, Han Fei knew why these two books were so important. Most of the Tianshui Village, including the fishermen, were practicing the stick technique. Even if there were books in the school, I'm afraid there weren't many books. Anything, at least it can't be worse than the general stick method of Shifang stick.

"Hey! Spirit Replenishing Pill?"

Han Fei picked up the bottle of elixir, smiled slightly, and said secretly, "Good brother."