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- The black-faced man kicked his feet in the air.
Snapped! Zhao Yang directly slapped the black-faced man on the face. His breath was calm, and it seemed that he didn't use much strength to lift such a big man with one hand. Asked: "Who among you has the final say?"
The black-faced man kicked even harder. He was feeling aggrieved and ashamed! He was much bigger than Zhao Yang, and he was easily lifted into the air by Zhao Yang with one hand.
"Cough, cough, put me down." The black-faced man held his face, as if he had difficulty breathing.
"Where is your boss?"
¡°Bang, Zhao Yang didn¡¯t have any more words. This time he changed his fist and punched the black-faced man. His teeth and blood spurted out.
"Huh?" Zhao Yang's eyes moved and he saw that the young man with bird feathers had climbed up from the ground and took the opportunity to run behind a back door of the chess and card room.
Zhao Yang took a glance and knew that they should have gone to call for help, so he did not stop them. The reason why he came here this time was very simple, just to scare these little gangsters into fear, so that they would not have any thoughts of revenge. Only by completely defeating these people can you and your sister be at peace.
Soon there was the sound of chaotic footsteps behind the chess and card room, accompanied by the sound of yelling and cursing.
Zhao Yang knew that the real owner he was looking for was finally coming.
Sure enough, there were twenty or thirty people, and they rushed in in a hurry. Everyone was holding steel pipes, iron bars, machetes and other instruments in their hands.
Zhao Yang was determined to give these people a showdown, so he used one hand to throw the black-faced man out. The black-faced man's body hit a table, bang! Smashing the table into pieces.
Sure enough, the young gangsters No. 20 or 30 who had just ran out, armed with equipment and were all very aggressive, were shocked when they saw this scene and stopped in their tracks. The indomitable momentum suddenly subsided.
Zhao Yang knew in his heart that this was the tactic as he expected.
The black-faced man was lying on the ground twitching.
"Brother Heizi." A gangster with a machete in his hand looked at the twitching black-faced man on the ground and screamed in anger. It was obvious that he had an unusual relationship with the black-faced man.
"You bastard, I'll chop you up." He reflected and looked at Zhao Yang, who was obviously a little scared. But he roared angrily and rushed towards Zhao Yang, dragging his machete.
Zhao Yang stretched out his toes, picked up a chair next to him, and kicked this guy.
This guy rushed too fast, and saw a chair flying towards him, and he could no longer avoid it. With a clang, the chair hit him, sending him flying.
When many guys holding steel pipes, iron bars, and machetes saw someone taking the lead, they felt that they should not be frightened by one person even though they were twenty or thirty people.
"You bastard, you bastard." He was about to swarm him.
"Don't move." A man wearing a white shirt with a tattoo of a wild wolf on his open chest came to the front and stopped everyone with a voice.
The gangsters who were ready to make a move all looked at him.
Zhao Yang knew that this person was the little boss here, nicknamed Wild Wolf.
The wild wolf looked at the person next to him and ordered: "Third son, please invite all the guests out and close the door first."
"Yes, brother." The third son next to him responded, and then greeted the two people next to him.
"Everyone, please go back first. Don't watch. We are temporarily closed today. Some things need to be dealt with. You can come back to play again tonight. Let's go, let's go!" Sanzi and the other two people gathered around to watch the excitement. Everyone was kicked out.
"Close the door." With another wave of his hand, he had someone close the door tightly.
"Why, do they want to close down the big dog?" Zhao Yang sneered in his heart, not panicking at all. On the contrary, it was exactly what he wanted now.
The wolf boss raised his hand and snapped his fingers again. Someone behind him immediately understood and brought a chair and placed it under the wolf boss¡¯s buttocks.
"Brother, sit down."
The boss of the Wild Wolf nodded with satisfaction and took out another cigar. The boy next to him immediately took out a lighter and lit it for him.
The boss of the Wild Wolf was full of style. He took a puff of his cigar and blew out a smoke ring before looking sideways at Zhao Yang with an awesome look. He said: "Boy, kneel down now to apologize to my brothers, and I may spare your life."
Zhao Yang ignored his words and scanned the audience, counting how many people there were. Although he had the intention to train himself and take revenge, he could not risk his own life because of it.
Seeing that Zhao Yang didn¡¯t answer, the wild wolf boss¡¯s expression became serious.After a moment, it obviously made him a little unhappy. The younger brother who was watching his face immediately stood up, pointed at Zhao Yang and cursed: "Little bastard, our boss is asking you a question."
brush! Zhao Yang turned his head, and his body disappeared on the spot, leaving a shadow behind, and the next second he appeared in front of the scolding guy.
This guy turned pale with fright.
Zhao Yang reached out and grabbed one of his arms, twisted his waist, and suddenly exerted force, throwing him away immediately.
??????????????? Bang, fall to the ground, wailing continuously.
Wow! This scene happened too fast. Zhao Yang's speed is so fast that no one can catch his figure. This is simply not a speed that ordinary people can reach. Even the 100-meter world champion cannot burst out at such a speed. This is clearly like teleportation. .
In fact, this is a kind of footwork that exists in Zhao Yang's mind. He has only tried it once now, because this kind of footwork requires the support of powerful soul power and consumes a lot of soul power. Zhao Yang currently has very little soul power in his body and is not suitable for use. According to the memory in his mind, this kind of footwork can reach the extreme and even chase the stars and the moon, shrinking the ground to an inch. However, these are all things for later.
Zhao Yang just tried this footwork for a while, but in just a few seconds, he felt that more than half of his soul power was consumed. However, the speed is indeed abnormal.
The gangsters of twenty or thirty people all took a step back in fright. Brother Wild Wolf, who was sitting leisurely on a chair smoking a cigar, stopped being leisurely and stood up suddenly in shock.
He knew that he had met a real expert. Things were beyond his expectations and out of control. It might not be as easy to handle as he thought. He suddenly gritted his teeth and wanted to strike first, shouting: "Come on, everyone comes together, kill him regardless of life or death."
When the boys on the 20th and 30th heard the order, they all became fierce. Some were holding steel pipes, some were holding iron rods, and some were holding machetes. They rushed towards Zhao Yang like a swarm of swarms.
Seeing the enthusiasm of the younger brothers, the boss of the Wild Wolf felt a little more at ease and showed a smile. I thought to myself, even if you are not an ordinary person, a good man can¡¯t stand up to the crowd!
However, his smile soon solidified on his face.
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