Chapter 27 Eating Buns

“Ah…”

The Young man let out a heart-wrenching scream. The kick was so powerful that he felt like his hand was about to be crushed.

It was Ye Bufan who had arrived. When he got there, he saw these ruffians bullying his mother. His anger flared up instantly, and he didn't hold back at all.

The Mohawk-haired man was startled. These ruffians were all under Ma Jiuye, and they were used to acting lawlessly in Chengzhong Village. No one dared to say a single word against them.

Now this Young man dared to lay hands on his people. Did he not want to live?

He waved to the remaining two ruffians: “Damn it, let this kid bleed!”

The two ruffians' eyes immediately gleamed with ferocity. They drew two short knives from their waists and charged towards Ye Bufan.

Everyone around them immediately held their breath for Ye Bufan. These Young men were ruthless and not to be trifled with.

The two ruffians came before Ye Bufan and stabbed their short knives without hesitation.

But soon, a sharp pain shot through their arms. Somehow, their own short knives had stabbed into their forearms.

“Ah…”

The two ruffians clutched their injured arms, screaming like pigs being slaughtered.

Ye Bufan kicked the Young man with the yellow hair flying and walked towards the Mohawk-haired man.

Seeing that the opponent had effortlessly dealt with three of his subordinates, the Mohawk-haired man instantly panicked. He took two steps back and nervously said, “You… you… what are you going to do? I'm telling you, I'm with Ma Jiuye…”

But before he could finish speaking, Ye Bufan raised his hand and slapped him across the Face.

With a crisp smack, the Mohawk-haired man spun around several times, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth.

“You damn dare to hit me? I'm Ma Jiuye's subordinate…”

“Slap… slap… slap…”

Ye Bufan slapped him several times in a row. The Mohawk-haired man's Face instantly swelled into a pig's head. He wisely shut his mouth, knowing he had met a formidable opponent today.

At this moment, Ouyang Lan finally recovered from her shock. She quickly stepped forward, grabbed Ye Bufan, and said, “Son, stop hitting them. We can't afford to offend these people.”

Seeing Ouyang Lan's fear of him, the Mohawk-haired man seemed to regain some confidence and stammered, “I'm telling you, if you offend Ma Jiuye, you'll never be able to make a living here again…”

“You shut up…”

Ye Bufan kicked him to the ground, then turned to his mother and said,

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“Mom, you don't need to worry. Leave today's matter to me.”

Ouyang Lan hesitated and said, “Alright, son, be careful. Don't make things worse.”

Ye Bufan nodded, then turned back and pointed at the scattered buns on the ground, saying to the four ruffians, “Who did this?”

Feeling the Killing Intent emanating from him, the Mohawk-haired man and the others were scared speechless, long losing their previous arrogance of bullying honest people. They all shut their mouths, not daring to speak.

“You won't say, huh? If you don't, I'll break all of your legs.”

Ye Bufan said as he walked towards the four ruffians.

“Big brother, no, please! I'll tell you…” These ruffians were completely terrified by his methods, knowing this was not a joke. The three of them simultaneously pointed at the Young man with the yellow hair, “It was him, he kicked them.”

“I… I… I…”

The Young man with the yellow hair was filled with regret. If he had known the other person had such a formidable son, why would he have stepped up? Now he was in trouble.

Ye Bufan stepped in front of him and said with a cold gaze, “Which leg did you use to kick?”

Feeling the Killing Intent emanating from him, the Young man with the yellow hair was scared silly. He subconsciously pointed at his right leg and said, “My… my… my right leg…”

Before he could finish speaking, a crisp cracking sound was heard. His right leg was brutally kicked into two by Ye Bufan.

The Young man with the yellow hair clutched his broken leg, screaming in agony.

The surrounding people were all stunned. Some knew Ye Bufan, some didn't, but none of them expected him to be so ruthless.

Ye Bufan's personality was originally quite easygoing; he generally wouldn't get angry. But his mother, who had painstakingly raised him, was his inverse scale, and he would never allow anyone to bully her.

Moreover, these ruffians usually lorded over this place, bullying the good, extorting protection fees, and harassing men and women. This was their deserved punishment.

The Mohawk-haired man had witnessed Ye Bufan's ruthlessness. For those who messed around like them, Face was naturally not as important as their lives. He quickly said, “Big brother, we were wrong. We four were blind. Please let us go this one time.”

“I can let you go,” Ye Bufan said, pointing at the buns scattered on the ground, “Eat all these buns for me.”

“This…”

The Mohawk-haired man hesitated. These buns had fallen on the ground and were covered in dust. Some had even fallen into the nearby ditch. How could they eat something so dirty?

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“You won't eat them, huh? What were you thinking when you wasted food just now?”

Ye Bufan's gaze coldly swept over the four people. “Either eat the buns, or I'll cripple all four of you. Choose for yourselves.”

“I'll eat, big brother, please don't hurt us, I'll eat…”

The Mohawk-haired man knew that this Young man's words were not a joke. He reached out, grabbed a bun, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The other ruffians also didn't dare to hesitate. They reached for the buns on the ground and began to eat them in large bites.

“These bastards, they really got what they deserved…”

“We've been bullied terribly by them usually. This Young man finally got some revenge for us…”

“These beasts often kick over other people's stalls. Today, they finally got their retribution…”

Seeing the fate of the four ruffians, the onlookers felt no sympathy; on the contrary, they felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

The buns steamed by Ouyang Lan were large, substantial, and genuine. After each of these ruffians ate four or five, they started to feel full.

Looking at the remaining twenty-odd buns, the Mohawk-haired man said with a bitter Face, “Big brother, we really can't eat anymore. Can we take them back and eat them slowly?”

Ye Bufan said, “You must eat all of them for me. For every one left, I'll break one of your legs!”

“Uh…”

The four ruffians were stunned, but they didn't dare to utter a single sound. They could only continue to swallow the buns in front of them bite by bite.

After more than ten minutes, the stomachs of these four people were all bulging high. The buns that had fallen on the ground were eaten without a single one left.

It is estimated that from now on, they will have a psychological shadow when they see buns and will never eat them again.

“Big brother, can we leave now?”

The Mohawk-haired man's voice was very soft. He didn't dare to open his mouth wide, fearing that if he did, he would vomit out the buns in his stomach.

He secretly swore in his heart that he would never eat buns again in this life.

Ye Bufan said, “Want to leave? Pay for the buns first. How can you eat buns without paying?”

The Mohawk-haired man pulled out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and said, “Big brother, this is for the buns. Keep the change.”

Ye Bufan said coldly, “Not enough. 100 yuan is only enough for one bun.”

The Mohawk-haired man exclaimed, “Ah? That's too expensive! Usually, these buns are one yuan each, aren't they?”

Ye Bufan said, “The buns my mother steams are worth that price. Is there a problem?”