Shen Junyi also saw them but didn't pay attention. She took Ye Qing's hand and walked towards the door of the hotel.
Ye Qing had a bad feeling in his heart. These people were obviously not Chinese.
It was Lao Mian, who was dark, thin, and strong-boned. He seemed to be looking for someone, but he was a man of skill and had no fear.
Sure enough, as soon as they reached the door, six old Burmese stood in a row, blocking the way.
The leader, Lao Mian, asked with a smile: "But Mr. Ye Qing."
"Who are you!" Shen Junyi frowned and asked sternly: "It seems we don't know each other!"
The leader, Lao Mian, was not angry and said respectfully: "We are from Muse Baihu, and we have been ordered to invite Mr. Ye!"
Ye Qing smiled and said: "I don't know Bai Hu, so there is no need to go with you!"
"We don't want to embarrass Mr. Ye, please don't embarrass us, Mr. Ye."
"What, you want to kidnap me in broad daylight? Don't forget, this is China!" Once Shen Junyi's fierce temper started to rise, she ignored her: "Believe it or not, I will sue you."
Several old Burmese looked at her expressionlessly and stood motionless at the door.
Shen Junyi was completely angry and pulled Ye Qing: "Come on, let's go in. I don't believe it. They still dare to take action."
As soon as she moved, she was about to rush into the hotel. Lao Mian, who was standing on one side, reached out and pushed towards her shoulder.
Just when the black hand of Lao Mian touched Shen Junyi's shoulder.
Ye Qing stepped forward quickly and put a big hand on his wrist. With a slight shake, the black and thin old man staggered back two steps.
Seeing this scene, the other five old Burmese quickly gathered around.
Ye Qing blocked Shen Junyi behind him and gave them a cold look:
"A good dog behaves inappropriately. If you keep pestering me, don't blame me for being rude."
The old man who was repulsed by Ye Qing's strange technique cursed and punched Ye Qing in the face.
Ye Qing also punched out, but at a faster speed, and the two fists collided in the air.
Immediately following a crisp sound, the black and thin old man screamed. He took five steps back and hit the glass door behind him. Only then did he stabilize his body, but his right arm was already hanging down softly.
This punch not only shattered his finger bones, but the huge impact also dislocated his arm.
Fortunately, the glass was thick enough so it didn't break.
To hurt someone by taking action is to stir up a hornet's nest.
The other five old Burmese swarmed forward. Ye Qing, under Shen Junyi's shocked gaze, stepped forward with elbow strikes, knee strikes, bone crushing, and wrist pinching, all using close combat techniques.
His attacks were vicious and ruthless, and he struck at the most vulnerable parts of the body.
What is particularly terrifying is that his fists seem to contain terrifying power. As long as he is hit, there will be a sound of bone cracking, and screams will be heard for a while.
Ye Qing's eyes turned cold, with a flash of murderous intent, and he punched Lao Mian's throat with his left hand extending towards his waist.
"Stop!" came a tender cry.
Ye Qing's fist rested firmly on Lao Mian's throat.
The dark, thin old man was covered in cold sweat all over his body, and he didn't dare to move. He knew very well that as long as this punch was delivered hard, his throat would be shattered, and there would be no way to save him.
Ye Qing turned to look, and there was another beautiful woman, about twenty-four or five years old, about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a pair of snow-white special clothes, standing at the door of the hotel, looking at him with her beautiful eyes.
Temin is a skirt unique to Burmese girls. It is like a cloth tube worn around the body, with a knot tied under the neck to prevent it from slipping.
But Burmese girls are usually dark and thin, but this one is an exception.
Shen Junyi also recovered from the shock. She had never thought that the delicate-looking Ye Qing would fight so hard, but that was not the point. Instead, she kept asking: "Are you not hurt?"
"No!" Ye Qing chuckled and shook his head.
As soon as he finished speaking, a van rushed out from the fork on the left, speeding towards it, scaring the onlookers into panic and running away.
Shen Junyi was also so frightened that her face turned pale. She leaned closely beside Ye Qing and tightly grasped Ye Qing's arm with one hand.
Ye Qing remained motionless, looking coldly at the old men in shabby suits who got out of the van one after another.
The most amazing thing about a van is that you never know how many people are in it.
Shen Junyi counted silently, and a total of twelve people came down, all holding pickaxe handles in their hands, full of murderous intent.
Ye Qing saw the murderous intent in the stern eyes of this group of people. They were all killers or soldiers who had survived countless life-and-death fights.
A group of people stood behind the beautiful woman with white special sensitivity, silently!
"Send them to the hospital!" The white Temin woman turned around and ordered.
More than a dozen people lifted the person up and left without saying a word.
The white girl with special sensitivity then looked at Ye Qing: "Aren't you afraid, Mr. Ye?"
"What are you afraid of!" Ye Qing asked with a smile.
"We are Lao Mian. If we beat someone, we go to Muse. No one can do anything to us!"
The white Temin woman smiled and said: "And Mr. Ye has injured so many of us, so you are not afraid that we will fight you tooth and nail!"
"Don't talk about hurting me, even if you beat me to death, no one will care about me!" Ye Qing's smile became thicker and his words became more sinister.
"I know that Mr. Ye is from Kyoto, and his identity is not simple!" The white Temin woman bowed slightly: "We were rude today, let's forget about it."
"What are you asking me for!" Ye Qing said in surprise: "I didn't lend you any money!"
The white Temin woman smiled and said: "Mr. Ye, you, a fellow countryman, lent us money. It's just a loan. If you don't pay it back today, you can pay it back tomorrow.
But he chose to escape and was caught by us from the airport. "
Ye Qing knew who it was as soon as he thought about it, and said sternly: "I'm just a fellow countryman. I only met Guishifang twice on the plane. Not only are we not familiar with him, but he also caused a little bit of trouble!"
The Bai Temin woman smiled and said: "We Lao Burmese are very strict in doing business. We were going to take him to Muse to have his hands chopped off, but he said he could borrow money from Mr. Ye."
That’s why we came to ask Mr. Ye. Since Mr. Ye didn't want to pay off his debt, I left. "
Shen Junyi turned pale with fright at her cruel and bloody words, and involuntarily held on to Ye Qing.
Ye Qing felt her timidity and glanced at her with a smile: "How did you find me!"
"We have spies in every big hotel!"
"We haven't met before!"
"Boss Qi has surveillance in his store!"
"Can I meet this fellow? Maybe he has some last words, and I can help take them back!"
The white Temin beauty hesitated and said: "This is against the rules!"
"You old Burmese are lending money to get money. You brought him back to Muse because you don't want to cause trouble here. But when the person dies, the money is gone!"
"Mr. Ye knows us very well!" the white Temin woman said in surprise.
Ye Qing smiled: "I heard that Muse Baihu is a very disciplined person in business."
Bai Hu bowed and said, "Thank you Mr. Ye for the compliment, but since Mr. Ye doesn't plan to pay back the money for him, there is no need to meddle in this nosy matter."
