Chapter 145 Looking for it

"What are you talking about?" Nie Chaohai was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said: "You fool, you are still pretending to be forced when you die, Lao Tzu can still be so calm when you beg me later!" After that, he turned his head to the bald man in front and shouted: "Zhao Hu, take a few brothers to give him some color and see, be careful, this guy fights very well." ”

That Zhao Hu glanced at Nie Bingchen's snow-white fragrant shoulders, licked his lips, turned his head to look at Chen Fan, and saw that he was thin, but he was only about twenty years old, and said with a trace of disdain on his face: "Young Master Nie is too nervous, just this kid, I can make him half dead with one finger, don't forget, we are professional!"

Nie Chaohai hesitated, nodded and didn't say much, these people he invited were the most vicious gangsters in the entire Donghai City, even if Chen Fan could fight again, he wouldn't be able to make any waves when he encountered them.

At this time, Zhao Hu turned around and shouted to a burly man with a scar on his eyebrows: "Second brother, give you a minute, cripple him!"

"Okay!" the scarred man agreed, walking towards Chen Fan with a sinister smile on his face, rubbing his hands together and making a crackling sound.

"Young Master Nie, my brother used to be an underground black boxing champion, if he hadn't made a mistake, he would have a good future, and now he is using it to deal with this kid, it's just overkill, let me tell you, within three moves, this kid will break one hand!" Zhao Hu looked at Nie Chao Haidao with confidence on his face, and he didn't take Chen Fan in his eyes at all.

"Okay, good! Lao Tzu will start with his hands and feet, and slowly torture him, to see if he kneels down and begs me when the time comes!" Nie Chaohai shouted excitedly, his face full of impatience.

At this time, the big man with a scar on his forehead had already come to Chen Fan, only to see him look at Chen Fan, sneered, and suddenly smashed his right hand towards Chen Fan's head and chin.

"Smash him!"

"Haha, stun with one punch!"

Everyone seemed to have seen the scene of Chen Fan being smashed by a punch, and shouted excitedly, especially Nie Chaohai, the whole thing was like **, and his face was full of red light.

But then, everyone was stunned.

I saw that under the fist of the scarred man, Chen Fan did not dodge at all, but only slowly raised his foot, which seemed to be extremely slow, but it just smashed into the abdomen of the scarred man.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, the big man suddenly let out a terrible sound, and the whole person slammed into the distant wall as if he had been hit by a cannonball.

Rumble!

A loud noise sounded, and I saw the big man with the scar hit the wall, without the slightest stop, and directly smashed the thick cement wall out of a hole, and landed in another room, his whole body was blurred with flesh and blood, and he was not breathing.

Unexpectedly, he was kicked to death by Chen Fan!

Hiss!

At this moment, the entire factory was quiet.

Everyone looked at the delicate-looking young man in the middle, but they couldn't say a word.

"This, this, this" Nie Chaohai was like eating a dead mouse, his face kept changing, and he muttered in his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

He didn't expect that Chen Fan would be so perverted, and the underground black boxing champion would be kicked to death by him with a light kick!

If he was in the hospital last time, he would have treated himself like this, then himself

As soon as he thought of this, Nie Chaohai's whole person trembled, he shuddered, his face was instantly ugly, and he hissed and shouted to Zhao Hu and the others who had not yet reacted: "Come on, you idiots, hurry up! Let's get on him together! Kill him!"

"Goo!" Hearing Nie Chaohai's voice, Zhao Hu finally reacted, swallowed his saliva fiercely, and looked at Chen Fan with great fear.

The big man with the scar has always been his sharp weapon, he has never missed a hand before, and he basically ends the battle within three minutes, but today, he was kicked to death by a young man about twenty years old, and it was less than three seconds before and after!

His face changed for a while, and then he showed a trace of hideousness, and shouted at the group of junior brothers behind him: "Go on, go up together, kill him for Lao Tzu!"

They were all people who licked blood from the knife edge, although they were shocked by Chen Fan's strength, but there was no way out at this time, so they naturally wanted to besiege Chen Fan in a group and use the tactics of crowds to pile him to death.

The group of junior brothers behind him listened to his orders, and with a roar, they rushed forward, and more than ten big men instantly surrounded Chen Fan.

"Whew!" Seeing this scene, Nie Chaohai breathed a sigh of relief.

One person can't do it, more than a dozen people go up together, which can always make this kid tired to deal with, and finally be subdued!

And on the side, Zhao Hu's hanging heart was also slightly relaxed, his little brothers are all extremely vicious people, not so easy to deal with, although that kid is powerful, but sooner or later he will be exhausted and scrapped!

Both of them were secretly relieved in their hearts, but after only a few seconds, their hearts jumped violently.

I saw that under the siege of more than a dozen big men, Chen Fan's face was flat, as if shopping, moving left and right, at the same time, his hand slapped out from time to time, and his foot also kicked out from time to time.

And under the seemingly incomparably soft palms and kicks, I saw that the strong men all let out a terrible howl, and they were kicked like sandbags, and everyone who was knocked away fell to the ground and could not do anything except wail.

In less than ten seconds, the more than ten murderous men before were all paralyzed on the ground, spitting blood from their mouths, looking extremely miserable.

"What!" Zhao Hu jumped up violently, his face was shocked to the extreme, only he knew how powerful his more than ten little brothers were, some of them were murderers, some were rapists, all of them were people who licked blood from the knife edge, and their combat effectiveness was amazing, but within ten seconds, they were easily leveled by Chen Fan.

For a moment, he was completely stunned.

And in the distance, Nie Chaohai also watched this scene blankly, and his face turned pale in an instant.

He knew that Chen Fan was powerful, but he didn't expect Chen Fan to be so powerful that he would be so perverted, kicking an underground black boxing champion to death and crippling a group of extremely vicious men in ten seconds.

For a moment, a trace of fear suddenly flashed in his heart, and his face turned pale instantly.

But then, as if he remembered something, he shouted at Zhao Hu suddenly: "Quick, use a gun, kill him with a gun!"

People can't beat Chen Fan, he can't help Chen Fan if he doesn't believe in guns!

"Gun?" Zhao Hu was stunned for a moment, then reacted, took out a swarthy pistol from his pocket, and aimed it at Chen Fan, the horror on his face turned into ferocity at this moment.

"Master, run, run!" In the distance, Nie Bingchen shouted loudly, her face full of anxiety, the moment she was worried about had come.

And Nie Chaohai seemed to have come to life all of a sudden, and said to Chen Fan with arrogance and smugness on his face: "Aren't you able to fight?

Finally, he ordered Zhao Hu.

The gun in Zhao Hu's hand was aimed at Chen Fan's head, and he sneered: "Can you beat Lao Tzu's younger brother, can you still beat Lao Tzu's gun? Lao Tzu wants you to be shot in the head!"

Bang!

With that, he didn't hesitate to press the switch.

Hearing the voice, there was a hint of ecstasy on the faces of the two, and the big men who kept wailing in the distance also had a vicious smile on the corner of their mouths, and Nie Bingchen's face was instantly pale, full of despair.

But then, everyone was stunned.

I saw that in the field, Chen Fan was standing there well, without a trace of damage on his body.

this

Nie Chaohai was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and scolded at Zhao Hu: "Are you a pig?

"Did I miss? Where did the shot go?" Zhao Hu looked at Chen Fan with a puzzled face, and then looked at the wall behind him, but he didn't see any traces of bullets, and he was very puzzled for a while.

"Looking for it?"

And at this moment, Chen Fan in the field said lightly, and then stretched out his right hand, only to see that in his palm, a golden bullet glowed with a cold light, but immediately, it was wrapped in the palm.

Then, patches of golden gravel leaked out of his hands and slowly fell to the ground.