"Yo, trying to jazz things up?"

Blondie was slightly startled, then let out a large laugh, and pointing at Bufan and the others, "Did you hear that? They said let's jazz things up..."

"But sadly, I'm not into guys."

Blondie's face looked quite ugly as he coldly watched Bufan, "Those who know better, kneel down immediately, call me Grandpa, and maybe, just maybe, I'll be in a good mood and let you guys go."

"Call you Grandpa??"

Bufan, with a cigar in his mouth, strode over, with a smile on his face, and said to Blondie, "At your age, playing the role of my grandson... I think it's quite fitting, what do you guys think?"

With that said, Bufan blatantly ignored Blondie's murderous gaze and turned to Zhu Heihu and Lie Ying.

"I think it's quite alright..."

"So-so..."

Black Tiger and Lie Ying both showed a playful expression.

Turns out this kid is toying with me!

At this moment, Blondie was furious.

Originally, counting on having around twenty guys on his side, and all armed, he thought the other party would surely kneel and beg for mercy.

Who knew, not only was he toyed with, but also called a grandson.

His face filled with rage as he stared at Bufan, noticing the cigar in his mouth which looked quite expensive.

To be able to afford such cigars, maybe he's someone who shouldn't be trifled with?

Moreover, Bufan had an imposing appearance, nearly 1.8 meters tall; even sitting on a sofa, he exuded an air of domineering power that made everyone feel quite oppressed.

Especially that brilliant smile on his face made people mistakenly think that he was the boss here, and Blondie was just one of his underlings.

Originally, Blondie thought someone of such caliber must hold some status in society.

A discussion would have sufficed.

But instead, the other party totally disregarded him, even calling him a grandson, which made Blondie feel he had lost face.

All his underlings were watching! If he didn't beat him down, how could he face anyone??

"F*ck! I've seen arrogant, but this is the first time someone's called me a grandson. Bros, kill them for me..."

When anger takes over, thinking takes a backseat, and showing off becomes the priority.

At this moment, for the sake of showing off, Blondie threw all caution to the wind, no matter the reason, just fight first.

"Yo... Blondie's temper is not too small, huh, Black Tiger, make sure they enjoy a good time later."

Bufan smirked, puffing out smoke vigorously.

Cough cough cough...

Already frustrated, Blondie was now sprayed with smoke in his face, suddenly feeling unable to catch his breath.

Those surrounding underlings were already eager to fight.

At Blondie's command, they were instantly charged up like chickens on steroids, tightly gripping their steel pipes, in a pose reminiscent of young and dangerous characters, rushing toward the trio of Bufan.

Steel pipes came smashing down, but Bufan stood undisturbed, taking a drag on his cigar, a smile on his face.

To him, these guys were simply asking for a beating.

Crack!

As a steel pipe came down, Black Tiger stepped forward, raised a fist, and instantly the steel pipe snapped in half.

"Holy sh*t... what is this situation??"

The underling was shocked.

But before he could react, he felt his chest nearly explode, his body thrown into the air, and with a bang, he crashed into the bar, breaking it in half, with wood chips flying everywhere.

"Kill him..."

All the punks were enraged.

Slap slap slap slap...

Before these people could charge over, Black Tiger and Lie Ying took the lead.

As if the song "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style" started playing, Black Tiger and Lie Ying punched in rhythm, one punch each.

"The vast sky is my love... flowers blooming at the foot of the endless green mountains..."

With a rhythm as catchy as music, in an instant, more than twenty hoodlums all very cooperatively lay on the ground, scattered haphazardly.

Seeing his underlings sprawled all over the ground, Black Tiger shook his head in disappointment, took a puff of his cigar, blew some smoke into the face of the blonde, and said dispiritedly, "Too weak... a bunch of you couldn't even last two minutes. Damn it, you're no better than stray dogs..."

At this moment, the blonde's face turned green.

Damn it, turns out they're all freaking experts.

Just now, I was still acting tough, and now I've gotten myself into trouble with a tough guy.

Bufan sat next to the blonde, looking at him indifferently. The guy's legs were turning to jelly, it was almost as if some pungent liquid was about to come out from somewhere.

"Come on... brother blonde, have a cigarette to calm your nerves..."

Bufan smiled and passed over his just-finished cigar.

"This... I..."

The blonde was baffled.

"What, brother blonde, are you looking down on my cigar??"

"No no..."

At this moment, the blonde didn't dare to say another word.

However, he cursed inwardly.

Damn it, just a stub of a cigar, how the hell am I supposed to smoke this?

But in the current situation, after acting so tough, even if I have to lick the cigar stub, I must see it through.

"This act isn't half bad..."

Seeing the blonde clutching the cigar, Bufan couldn't help but let a slight smile form on his lips.

Seeing the expression on Bufan's face, the blonde's legs buckled, and his face was a picture of panic, "Bro... no, boss, I can't keep this act up, is it okay if I stop now?"

"You have to finish the act you've started!!"

Bufan said with a wicked smile.

"The knife is pretty nice, huh.

"Boss, if you like it, take it..."

"Stand up."

Bufan suddenly said.

"What?"

The blonde was confused, but intimidated by Bufan's gaze, he got up obediently.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...

As soon as the blonde stood up, Bufan's lips curled up in a light smile, the folding knife in his hand flickered violently behind the blonde's butt, like the shadow of a blade.

In an instant, the blonde felt a chill in his rear.

While others didn't know what had happened, the blonde understood all too well.

He felt a cold breeze on his buttocks area, and even without turning his head, he could feel that his pants there had completely split open.

At this moment, the blonde was completely petrified.

This is what comes from showing off, I was such an idiot to do so in front of such an expert, completely overestimating myself and courting death.

Bufan casually held the folding knife, looking unconcerned, but with just a slight push from Bufan's hand, he could completely drench the blonde's entire area in blood.

Feeling a frigid touch near his rear, cold sweat covered the blonde's forehead, "Boss... grandpa... you... please spare me... I didn't recognize a great person like yourself because of my dog eyes, it's all my fault, please, just let me go like a fart, will you?"

"You do have dog eyes, of course, you can't recognize Mount Tai."

Bufan looked at him mockingly, and said coldly, "Tell me, what do you plan to do?"

"This..."

At this moment, the blonde felt like crying.

"Boss... whatever you want, I won't say another word, just spare me..." the blonde pleaded with a face full of grief.

"Is that so?"

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