Zhong Jianhua could hear the sound of tire rubbing, and Meng Dalei who was paralyzed on the ground could naturally hear it, and he was directly shocked, as if to say: "Isn't it enough for a dozen people to fight in groups?

When Meng Ke heard this friction sound, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, poked Meng Dalei with his elbow, and whispered: "Remember to stay away later, don't be injured by mistake." ”

"What?"

"Take care of yourself. ”

"Oh!"

Zhong Jianhua could easily see the abnormality from his colleague's abnormal expression, but he didn't think much about it, turned his head slowly, squinted his eyes and planned to look into the distance.

I didn't think much about it, and when I turned my head, about three to five seconds passed.

In these three or five seconds, I saw that a big fat man carrying an iron rod had already rushed towards this side, the car did not stop, and when the tires rubbed against the ground, the fat man had actually pulled the car door and jumped off.

The night breeze blew through the green trees of the sports park, blowing this public place that should be quiet and quiet, and then it blew the silence, blowing a dense sound of footsteps.

The footsteps of this group were not at all neat.

Because there are too many people.

So it can't be neat at all.

But the more untidy it is, the more it can show the anxiety of this group of people, like a chaotic drumbeat, dense, dense......

The 'drum beat' was beaten for five seconds.

Just about.

Zhong Jianhua turned his head at this time, because he was in the middle position, so the fat man who rushed over from a distance was the first to stare at him.

"What are you doing...... Zhong Jianhua subconsciously wanted to ask first, this is a normal process, right, this is how it is operated when making movies.

And then.

Touch!

The fat man's iron rod got up and swept the close body of a martial finger next to Zhong Jianhua, forcing the man's block, and then the sandbag-sized fist smashed into the middle of Zhong Jianhua's nose in a daze.

A second squirt of blood.

It's like a fountain, it's beautiful.

Like a rainbow.

The bridge of the nose is originally the most bleeding part, and if it is crooked, it will not kill people, and it can also make people lose their combat effectiveness in the first place, so whether it is Meng Ke or Han Ming who came in a hurry, they all chose to smash their noses first.

It all happened too suddenly.

Suddenly, Zhong Jianhua didn't see who it was, only saw a large shadow pressed by the black, it seemed that some were wearing t-shirts, some were wearing undershirts, some were wearing cross-strap vests, and some were bare-chested, but there was a unified feature, the faces were very fierce, the bodies were very large, and the muscles on the body were very strong.

Can it not be sturdy.

Loading and unloading every day.

"Who my family?" Han Ming shouted, carrying the iron rod, and the stick was pointed flat in the air.

No one spoke.

No one dared to speak.

Then, the next moment, Han Ming's iron rod smashed on the martial finger who wanted to stop him just now, saying that it was a martial arts instructor, but in fact, it was just a showcase, and it was really a trick to practice with a ruthless person, and it was not cheap at all.

Let's get started here.

The crowd that followed behind automatically surrounded more than a dozen people around Meng Ke, and without saying a word, they greeted directly.

The nonsense is all left to the spectators.

Rough men are the first to do it.

It's all sticks on the legs or backs, and then punches and kicks after they are down.

The battle presented a one-sided situation, and after Han Ming and that martial arts instructor stalemate for a few rounds, the opponent's back was directly slapped by the others and directly abolished.

Then Han Ming began to continue shouting, "Who my fourth son?"

"Who my four?"

"Grass and mud horses, don't you know this is Nanchuan?"

"Is that you?"

"Isn't it you?"

"Don't stand if you don't speak!"

scolded and beaten, and after a while, the situation was controlled, and none of the crew members brought by Zhong Jianhua could stand up anymore, all of them were lying on the ground with their teeth bared, and some young people with fine skin and tender flesh were beaten and cried.

"Si'er?"

Han Ming shouted.

Meng Ke, who was curled up in the innermost, raised his hand, and didn't have the strength to speak.

One by one, kicking a road, Han Ming hurried to Meng Ke, squatted down with a cold face, and didn't dare to help: "Is there something wrong, can you still move?"

With the dim street lights, Meng Ke in Han Ming's eyes was really embarrassed and unhuman now. The clothes on his body were already covered with mud, his face, hands, and body were full of large bruises and blood marks, his eyes were swollen into fish bubbles, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, he was curled up, his arms and legs were already weak, and his half-open eyes seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his body.

Han Ming just stared at Meng Ke like this, and after asking a word, he began to say nothing, and his face became more and more gloomy: "Brother should drink with you tonight, I complain about my brother." ”

"Ahem. ”

"Poof.

Meng Ke seemed to have something to say, but when he opened his mouth, he began to cough, coughing and coughing, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

This mouthful of blood made Han Ming feel even more guilty, and a burst of uncontrollable anger welled up in his heart, this anger came so fiercely and intensely that although he tried his best to suppress it, including Zhong Jianhua, who had been spraying nosebleeds, everyone could hear his anger: "Si'er, which guy is so ruthless, is there a hatred of killing his father and taking his wife, a few slaps are not enough, to be beaten like this?"

The iron pillar who was following Han Ming had already heard that Han Ming was really angry, and he wanted to hold his eldest brother with some worry, but when his eyes fell on Meng Ke through Han Ming's shoulder, he suddenly didn't dare to move.

The young man on the ground knows it.

When I was in college, I didn't come to the logistics city to play, although Han Ming didn't say it, and he always instructed casually to do this and that. But Tie Zhu knew that this young man was different from his own group, this was the person Han Ming cherished, a real brother.

Iron porcelain kind.

I sent a bow to burn incense.

People are beaten like this, where do the iron pillars dare to persuade them.

Meng Ke could naturally hear Han Ming's anger, glanced at Zhong Jianhua who was lying down not far away, and then looked at Meng Dalei, who was still panting and moving, shook his head exhaustedly, endured the pain, and said in a low voice: "Boss, it's okay, it's all a misunderstanding." ”

"Grass!"

"Can a misunderstanding make a person like this?"

"Come on, come on, I also misunderstood one with them. ”

Han Ming gritted his teeth and was about to get up, and then his hand was grabbed: "Boss, don't be impulsive, don't ...... Well deserved. ”

"Whew!"

"Grass and mud horses!"

"It's all beaten into a dog's egg, what's not worth it, I think it's worth it!"

Stretched out his hand and grabbed the hair of a young man from the crew next to him, and directly brought it over: "Boy, let me ask you, who beat my brother?"

"I ......"

Syllable!

A slap in the face of the little young man.

"You've thought about it, I'll ask you again. ”

"I ......"

Bang Bang Bang!

The young man stammered for three seconds, Han Ming directly picked up his arm and slapped it three times, threw it aside, then got up, lit a cigarette, and squatted in front of another middle-aged man: "Uncle, come on, give those young people an example, there is an old saying, those who know the times are Junjie." ”

"Who the hell beat my brother?"