Only then did Su Yunxue react.
The bank card and garage keys that he had just hidden behind his back because of his guilty conscience were now in Chen Bei's hands!
"Chen Bei, you bastard, give me your things back!"
Su Yunxue rushed forward like crazy, but Chen Bei nimbly dodged it.
"Isn't this my thing?"
Chen Bei asked with a sneer.
"In order to reach a divorce agreement with me, this is what your Su family promised to compensate me, right?"
"So, it's natural that they are in my hands now, right?"
Treat others in their own way.
Those who like to confuse right and wrong and throw dirty water on others should not be talked to.
"Brother Ming! Your girlfriend has been bullied, and you are still watching the show!"
Su Yunxue shouted angrily.
"Haha, it turns out you are that good-for-nothing ex-husband who is a reform-through-labor prisoner. He is an expert at being a pickpocket."
"It's pretty fast, but after I break your hand off, you can try again?"
Sun Ming's face was full of disdain. After years of gang fighting, he was used to saying a few harsh words before taking action.
"Your sister has taken a liking to this guy. In our underground, this kind of bastard has died countless times."
"Brother Ming, this prisoner in the labor camp knows how to punch and kick."
Su Yunxue couldn't help but remind her of the scene where her own mother and Young Master Liu were beaten.
But in Sun Ming's view, this was a sign of weakness.
"Hmph, I am the number one thug in Jiangcheng's underground. Over the years, as many as eighty if not a hundred have died under my fists!"
"Why don't you tell them to be careful?"
After saying that, Sun Ming chuckled disdainfully and got into a Sanda posture.
He didn't guard at all and hit Chen Bei in the face with a straight punch!
Sun Ming's words are not bragging. His punch already has the form and meaning of an introduction to martial arts.
The so-called double-spend red stick of the first gang is not a name for nothing.
The wind of the fist scraped the air, creating a circle of air waves. The speed of this punch was already close to that of a freshly fired bullet!
Even if you are a regular soldier, if you receive this punch, your nose may be broken, or your life may be in danger!
boom!
The fist was impartial and hit Chen Bei right between the eyebrows!
bingo!
Su Yunxue was ecstatic, feeling the pleasure of getting revenge!
Sure enough, waste is waste.
Even if he learned some boxing and kicking in prison, he would still be nothing more than a three-legged cat!
She could already imagine the next scene.
Chen Bei flew out like a cannonball, and then hit the ground hard. He fell to the ground and fell unconscious.
That annoying face, with its flesh and blood, has since become an ugly ghost, and even begging will be hated by others!
Quick, fly out, fly out!
However, Su Yunxue, who couldn't wait, did not see the unexpected scene.
Sun Ming was even more shocked and stunned.
what happened?
No, no hit?
He looked at his fist and saw that it had "penetrated" Chen Bei!
When he took it back again, Chen Bei was like a ghost, still unscathed!
This is impossible!
Sun Ming, who did not believe in evil, punched hard again and again.
Miss, miss, still miss!
Chen Bei is like a projection, and every punch cannot hit his "entity"!
It was only then that Sun Ming, who was belatedly aware of the situation, realized the huge gap in martial arts between the two of them!
The fact is that as long as Chen Bei wants to, Sun Ming will never be able to touch him in this life!
It seems that Chen Bei is motionless, but in fact, his movements are not detectable with the naked eye!
As long as the gap between movements is far smaller than the frame rate that the human eye can capture, it can cause the so-called "optical illusion"!
"That's it. You're too weak."
Chen Bei spoke calmly.
Those deep eyes clearly showed no ripples in the ancient well.
But in an instant, Sun Ming glimpsed deep compassion.
That is the inherent disdain of the strong towards the weak!
The next second, Chen Bei punched.
Just the simplest arm swing, bending and extending forward.
When he took action, it seemed that there were layers of strong winds, and one stone stirred up thousands of waves!
"Pfft!"
Sun Ming suddenly vomited blood and his eyes were about to burst!
The whole person was out of control and flew several meters until he hit a big tree!
With just one move, Sun Ming was defeated miserably!
In fact, Chen Bei's punch did not hit Sun Ming at all.
The fist stopped less than a millimeter away from the opponent's door.
What really knocked Sun Ming away was the wind wrapped in his fist.
If Chen Bei hadn't stopped, all Su Yunxue would have seen now was a headless corpse.
"Ahhhhh!"
Su Yunxue's scream suddenly sounded.
"Help, there is a reform-through-labor prisoner here. He not only robbed but also injured others!"
"There is no king's law in Panlong Villa after all. Where is the security guard?"
As if he heard the shouting, he saw a group of people actually appearing in the distance!
Take a closer look and you will see the properties belonging to Panlong Villa, as well as the security personnel!
It is indeed the richest district in Jiangcheng. The properties here are all in suits and leather shoes. The men are handsome and upright, and the women are graceful.
Tough guys selected by security personnel.
When Su Yunxue saw this, her eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had seen a savior!
"This is the man who robbed me in broad daylight and injured my boyfriend!"
"Hurry up and arrest him, then take him to the police station and send him back to jail!"
Su Yunxue waved her arms and commanded hysterically.
The property owners looked at each other.
Handling such disputes should have been within their scope of responsibilities.
But now, they have a more important task, which is extremely urgent.
"Madam, I'm sorry, if it's a private dispute, it's best to mediate it yourself, okay?"
The property manager in charge put on a professional smile and said.
"Why do you want me to mediate on my own?"
At this time, the property staff was too lazy to pay attention to Su Yunxue, but instead focused on Chen Bei.
"Striped sweatshirt, dark blue jeans, Martin boots..."
The property owner’s pupils suddenly tightened!
"Sir, are you the distinguished guest that Mr. Yan ordered us to welcome?!"
