Wang Zifeng looked the orange-haired young man in the lead up and down, and asked suspiciously, "We know each other?"

"I don't know. You don't walk away, though. You'll soon get to know my fist. The orange-haired young man said, spitting out the cigarette in his mouth and waving his fist at Wang Zifeng.

"Brother Qi, what are you polite to him? Let's go back and talk to Mi Ye. A young man with a tiger tattoo on his body said.

As he spoke, he shook the iron rod in his hand and looked at Wang Zifeng with a fierce look in his eyes.

"I'm not allowed to interject when I'm talking. The orange-haired Qi Ge suddenly became furious, kicked the tiger-tattooed young man over, and bared his teeth at Wang Zifeng.

His expression was frightening, terrifying, even to the rest of his men.

Wang Zifeng didn't feel anything, looked at the little girl, and asked, "Are they here to find you?"

The little girl said nonchalantly, "I didn't come to you anyway." If you don't want to get in trouble, just leave. ”

Wang Zifeng shook his head and said, "You haven't convinced me yet, I'm going to take you to the police station." ”

"Idiot!" the little girl waited for Wang Zifeng, shouted, her body was short, and she suddenly ran to the other side.

The little girl ran very fast, and at once ran far away.

The young men were dumbfounded.

Wang Zifeng smiled faintly, moved his feet, and chased after him.

A few people were left in place, staring at each other blankly.

Seeing this, Brother Qi immediately became furious, kicked over several of his subordinates one after another, pointed in the direction where Wang Zifeng and the little girl disappeared, and said, "Chase." Don't chase me yet. Be sure to catch them. Grab the little girl and break the man's leg. Dare to run away in front of your Qi brother, dare to ......"

With a roar, the young men all took steps and ran wildly, as if some flood beast was chasing them behind them.

Although the little girl ran fast, she still didn't shake off Wang Zifeng, and was quickly caught by him.

She struggled hard a few times, but she couldn't break free, glared at Wang Zifeng, looked angry, and said, "Uncle, you are too annoying." ”

"Perhaps. Anyway, I'm free, you can't run away. Wang Zifeng said with a smile.

"You're so nosy, be careful of being beaten to death by those people. The little girl threatened.

Wang Zifeng was unmoved, and said, "Then I really want to see it." ”

The little girl rolled her eyes and suddenly shouted, "Hey, come and catch me." I am here. ”

The tattooed men were looking around for the little girl, and when they heard her voice, they all gathered at once.

Before I could see their figures, I heard dense footsteps in the distance.

"Uncle, what are you going to do now?" the little girl laughed.

Wang Zifeng smiled back and said, "I'm going to move you up, so you don't have to run around." ”

After speaking, Wang Zifeng walked to the side of the road, picked up a rag, and tore it into strips casually.

The little girl looked at Wang Zifeng's movements, and instead of being afraid, she looked disgusted and said, "That cloth is so dirty." Throw it away, you unhygienic uncle. ”

"I don't think it's dirty. Wang Zifeng said, walking over to the little girl.

The little girl ran away, but she was not Wang Zifeng's opponent, and he reached out and caught her.

The little girl still wanted to entangle, so she was rolled up with strips of cloth by Wang Zifeng and tied up.

When the tattooed men ran by, they saw Wang Zifeng tying the little girl into a small package and throwing it aside.

The little girl was tied up, and she didn't stop shouting, "You hateful sloppy uncle, let go of me quickly, if you don't let me go, I'll make you regret it." ”

Wang Zifeng ignored the little girl and turned his gaze to the group of tattooed men.

The tattooed man was not polite, he shouted loudly, rushed up together, waved the iron rod in his hand, and greeted Wang Zifeng.

Wang Zifeng was not polite, as soon as he held it with his backhand, he grabbed two iron rods, pulled them with his hand, and snatched the weapons from the hands of the two people, and then, the two sticks flew over, knocking the iron rods in the opponent's hands into the air.

Those tattooed men couldn't have imagined that Wang Zifeng's body was not thick at all, but his strength was surprisingly great, as soon as their iron rods touched Wang Zifeng's iron rods, there was a strong force, which shook their wrists painfully, cracked the tiger's mouth, and the iron rod flew out of his hands.

Knocking down the tattooed man's weapon, Wang Zifeng kept moving, threw the iron rod in his hand aside, clenched his fists with both hands, punched one by one, and knocked over those tattooed men one by one.

Brother Qi walked at the end of the crowd, and when he walked in front of Wang Zifeng, all his subordinates had been eliminated by Wang Zifeng.

Seeing such a mighty Wang Zifeng, Brother Qi did not panic, his eyes were full of madness, and he shouted loudly: "Good boy." It's a great skill, but you think you can do it against you Brother Qi and me? ”

After speaking, Qi Ge flicked his wrist, and a small pistol appeared in his palm, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Wang Zifeng's head.

"What age are you now, and what martial arts are you still practicing? I see that you are so good at it, and you have been practicing it for more than ten years. What's the use? Practice and practice, but it's still not as good as a bullet for me. It's sad. An old thing like martial arts should be thrown into the grave and let it rot slowly. ”

Qi Gezhi was complacent, and seemed to have seen the picture of Wang Zifeng being shot, laughing wildly, his fingers were forceful, and he pulled the trigger.

The tattooed men who were beaten to the ground and couldn't get up saw this, and they all let out excited shouts.

The little girl also looked at this side nervously, her face turned pale, and she almost screamed in surprise.

Between the lightning and flint, everyone's eyes were full of flowers.

Wang Zifeng's figure flashed, and he had already appeared in front of Qi Ge, stretched out one hand, held the small gun in Qi Ge's hand, and twisted the muzzle so that it was straight up.

Brother Qi used his strength in his hand and wanted to turn the muzzle of the gun back towards Wang Zifeng, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake Wang Zifeng in the slightest.

He compares his strength with Wang Zifeng, it is like a grasshopper shaking a tree, which is ridiculous.

Knowing the situation, Brother Qi's face was red and white, ashamed and angry.

Suddenly, he let go of the small gun in his hand, reached into his arms, took out a small knife, and stabbed Wang Zifeng in the chest.

Wang Zifeng smiled coldly, and with a twist of his wrist, he pointed the small gun at Qi Ge.

Being pointed at your own gun is a novel experience.

Qi Ge's heart was beating wildly, but there was no hesitation and pause in his hand, but faster.

In an instant, the knife had come to ten centimeters from Wang Zifeng's chest, and it was about to pierce his heart.

"You think I don't dare shoot?"

Wang Zifeng's voice rang out at the same time as the gunshot.

Brother Qi's hand holding the knife instantly turned red, screamed, hugged the arm that was shot, and fell to the ground.

Landing with him was the knife.

With a bang, it fell to the ground and sank into the dust.