"Damn it! I didn't even pay to eat at a restaurant, and you dare to ask me for money after eating two skewers of fish balls?”
A few thugs in singlets and tattoos surrounded a roadside stall and kept shouting, as if they had some conflict with the stall owner.
Zhao Endong took a closer look. It turned out that the leader of these hooligans was called Sinister Hua, who belonged to Zhong Yixin.
This person was so sinister that everyone forgot his real name and only called him Sinister Hua.
He was used to being arrogant and despotic, so he naturally did not take the fishball vendors seriously.
The sinister Hua waved his hand and cursed.
"Damn it! Smash his place!"
A few of his subordinates heard their boss's words and immediately rushed forward.
He kicked the food cart over, and soup spilled all over the ground.
They did not stop until all the pots and pans were smashed into pieces.
The surrounding passersby had seen this kind of thing before, so no one dared to stop them.
The stall owners beside him obviously knew the stall owner who had been smashed. They glared at him but did not dare to make a move.
Small vendors like them could only swallow their anger when they encountered gangsters. Otherwise, they could forget about doing business in the future.
After flipping the stall over, Sinister Hua took the tens of yuan in the money box and threatened.
"In the future, be more careful! Otherwise, I won't be smashing your place next time!”
"Let's go!"
As he spoke, he led his subordinates and prepared to leave.
The peddlers clenched their fists, the veins on their arms tensed up, and their eyes were filled with killing intent.
Unlike the other hawkers who were submissive, Zhao Endong saw the murderous aura on their bodies at a glance.
This was definitely the killing intent of someone who had personally slaughtered a living person. These hawkers were not simple.
Therefore, Zhao Endong shouted at the back of Sinister Hua and the others.
"Stop!"
Sinister Hua turned his head and was about to curse when he saw Zhao Endong.
He naturally knew the famous Fist King Dong, but Zhao Endong's tone made him very unhappy.
So he said impatiently.
"What's wrong? Brother Dong wanted to stand up for these fishballs?”
Zhao Endong smiled.
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. Who doesn't know that Brother Hua is sinister, vicious, and despicable? I don't want Brother Hua to remember me.”
"What did you say?"
Sinister Hua's expression immediately changed when he heard this. He hated it when people called him sinister and despicable.
Although this was a publicly acknowledged fact, saying it out loud was a slap to his face.
Especially in front of so many underlings, who would be willing to follow him?
He immediately turned back and walked in front of Zhao Endong.
"If you have the guts, say it again!"
There was no fear in his tone towards the title of Fist King Dong.
Even though you, Boxing King Dong, are a famous fighter in He Lian Sheng.
But I, Sinister Hua, am also a loyal and trustworthy person.
We're all out there, who's afraid of who?
Even if you die today, it's because you're not capable. You can't blame anyone else.
It was a matter of whose fist was stronger.
I'm giving you face by calling you Brother Dong. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?
Zhao Endong ignored the anger on Sinister Hua's face and continued to smile.
"I say, you are insidious and poisonous…"
Before he could finish, Sinister Hua took out a dagger and stabbed it at Zhao Endong's abdomen.
He wanted to kill Zhao Endong when he wasn't paying attention.
Didn't you say that I'm sinister and vicious?
I'll show you how sinister I am!
He thought that he would definitely win this saber move, but who knew that he would attack quickly, and Zhao Endong would attack even faster!
Just when the tip of the knife was ten centimeters away from Zhao Endong's abdomen, it stopped. No matter what, it couldn't get any closer.
"I said that you're sinister and vicious, but you still don't admit it.”
Zhao Endong's expression did not change, and he still had a smile on his face.
Sinister Hua then realized that his wrist had been firmly held by Zhao Endong.
He couldn't pull the knife back even if he wanted to. Zhao Endong's hand was like an iron clamp, tightly gripping his wrist.
Sinister Hua turned his head and shouted at the people behind him.
"Are you f * cking dead? Attack!"
A dozen of his underlings heard the boss's instructions and immediately rushed forward to surround Zhao Endong.
"Let go of my boss!"
"How dare you touch my head! Do you believe that I won't chop you to death!"
These underlings were all clamoring, but no one dared to go first.
Boxing King Dong's reputation was not made up. He had fought for real!
Moreover, their boss was still in the hands of others, so no one dared to act rashly.
"Attack! You bunch of losers, I raised you for nothing!”
Sinister Hua saw that his subordinates did not dare to attack and immediately opened his mouth to curse.
The corners of Zhao Endong's mouth curled up slightly as he smiled contemptuously.
"You talk too much. It's better for you to lie down!”
As he spoke, he grabbed Sinister Hua's collar and lifted him up high like he was grabbing a chick. Then, he threw him down heavily.
Bang!
After a muffled sound, Sinister Hua fell heavily to the ground, cracking the blue stone tiles on the ground.
Suddenly, he stopped moving and fainted.
At this moment, Sinister Hua's underlings also rushed forward. Some of them were empty-handed, while others were holding daggers.
One of them stabbed Zhao Endong with a dagger.
Zhao Endong dodged to the side, turned around, and swept a whip kick over.
Bang!
Kacha!
With a crisp sound of his jaw dislocating, the subordinate felt as light as a leaf.
He flew out diagonally and then smashed into a newsstand, unconscious.
This series of movements was natural and natural.
The surrounding people were stunned by this scene. They had all heard that Fist King Dong could fight, but no one expected him to be so good at fighting!
Kicking someone away with a single kick?
This was really kicking people like balls!
And that fall just now, Sinister Hua would probably be bedridden for the rest of his life!
The remaining lackeys did not dare to step forward anymore. Although they had come out to mingle, they had long put their heads on their belts.
However…
No one wanted to die!
Zhao Endong ignored the rest of the people. These small fries were not worth his attention at all.
He walked toward the few stall owners, who were also stunned by Zhao Endong's skills.
Seeing him walk over, the peddler who had his stall smashed could only brace himself and ask.
"What…what do you want?"
(Gentlemen, tickets!)
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