Chapter Twenty-Three: Turning Enemies into Friends

Maybe all the thugs under the hands of the sick maniac poured into Wang Xiaole's construction site. Wang Xiaole raised his eyes and looked around, and found that in just a while, there were fifty or sixty black-clothed people gathered on the construction site.

One to sixty, this is a scene that Wang Xiaole has never seen in his martial arts career. Although he is very confident in his own strength, after all, the other party has a lot of people, and there are many people with special abilities, and they are all huge, Wang Xiaole's palms can't help but ooze sweat.

When the dozens of black-clothed men with sticks rushed towards Wang Xiaole, Wang Xiaole felt that someone patted him on the shoulder.

When he looked back, it turned out to be his good brothers, Sun Feiyang and Guo Jingming.

"Xiaole, I heard that someone wants to teach you a lesson, as brothers, we must not stand idly by. Sun Feiyang and Guo Xiaoming said to Wang Xiaole in a categorical tone.

Wang Xiaole, who was still a little nervous in the face of so many enemies, immediately felt confident in his heart when he saw his two good buddies come to help.

Wang Xiaole held the hands of the two of them tightly, "Well, pay attention to protect yourself, especially you, Guo Xiaoming." ”

Guo Xiaoming smiled slightly, increasing the strength of his hand in Wang Xiaole's hand, Wang Xiaole opened his mouth in surprise: "Are you too?"

Guo Xiaoming nodded proudly.

"When?"

Seeing Wang Xiaole's question, Guo Xiaoming unhurriedly swept the black-clothed man in front of him: "It was the last time I came back, and I woke up in a hurry." ”

"I'm telling you to, and I'm going to wake up, and I'm going to put the three of you to sleep right away. The more the group of black-clothed people looked at it, the more angry they became, and rushed over like a mountain of people with their teeth and claws, Wang Xiaole and the three of them saw this scene, and they put on a posture, ready to fight them to the death.

When the enemy got closer and closer, Sun Feiyang first hugged a stone slab weighing more than 200 catties with his own hands. "Ahh

Although it didn't hit anyone, it scared the black man all at once.

"Sun Feiyang, are you stupid, such a heavy slate, if you hit people, you don't have to smash them into pulp. Wang Xiaole, who didn't want to make trouble, blamed Sun Feiyang for his recklessness.

When Sun Feiyang heard this, he scratched his head in embarrassment. Then, under the frustration in Wang Xiaole's eyes, he picked up the thick iron pipe on the ground as his weapon to resist the man in black.

Look at Guo Xiaoming again, when the man in black rushed in front of him and slashed at him with a stick, he didn't hurry to lower his waist and dodge it, and then looked back and punched the man in black's jaw, with words in his mouth:

"Fuel guzzler!"

The man in black suddenly screamed in pain, and it turned out that the shrewd Guo Xiaoming had brought a fist stab on his hand in advance.

Seeing this, the other black-clothed people continued to attack Guo Xiaoming with sticks, but Guo Xiaoming's body was vigorous and flexible, and every attack of the black-clothed man could be defused by him, and he also circled the group of people.

"Come on, come on, my master is here, you have the ability to come and beat me!" Guo Xiaoming shouted at the black man as he ran.

The black-clothed man was so angry that he stomped his feet, but he couldn't catch up with Guo Xiaoming at all, but was led by his nose, Guo Xiaoming helped Wang Xiaole and Sun Feiyang to contain a large number of black-clothed people.

At the same time, seeing the opportunity, Wang Xiaole rushed forward with one arrow step, and brought it close to the enemy, Wang Xiaole directly swept the hall and put down seven or eight people in black.

Adjusting the center of gravity, Wang Xiaole mobilized all the strength in his body.

"Dong" punched a man in black in the abdomen, perhaps because the punch was strong enough, the man in black who suffered Wang Xiaole's heavy punch was directly knocked seven or eight meters away.

The other black people were also stunned at once, they couldn't have imagined that the punch of the thin young man in front of them could burst out with such amazing power.

But there were still some bold people among them who were bold and continued to wave their sticks at Wang Xiaole, who hurriedly covered it with his own arms.

As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, although Wang Xiaole blocked the sticks waved by several men in black, he couldn't stand those who did black hands on him.

He still received a few sticks on his back, but the strange thing was that Wang Xiaole didn't feel any pain at all, but greatly looked forward to his fighting spirit.

He raised his leg with a left hook and right, and kept attacking the man in black, and collapsed on the ground after a few rounds, this is still his strength, if he goes all out, the consequences are unimaginable, and it is not what he wants.

At this time, Sun Feiyang and Guo Xiaoming, who had just fought separately, also came over, and the man in black, who was already scared by them, finally didn't dare to act rashly, and actually began to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.

Although the man in black was cleaned up, Wang Xiaole's anger did not subside.

"Who is your boss, take me to meet him!" Wang Xiaole stepped on one of the black-clothed men who collapsed on the ground, and said sharply in a threatening tone.

On the narrow street, a strange scenery appeared, Wang Xiaole and the three of them drove fifty or sixty people in black to the casino where the sick madman was.

When Wang Xiaole kicked open the door of the stadium with a vigorous kick, the sick madman who was waiting for the good news inside was also startled. He never thought that the fifty or sixty big men he sent out would be beaten like this by just three people.

"You, what are you going to do?" Facing the menacing Wang Xiaole, a sick madman who was used to seeing the world, he was also nervous and stammered.

"You dare to send someone to smash my shop, I just want to ask for justice today!"

There was no nonsense, Wang Xiaole waved his fist and bombarded the sick madman opposite.

The sick madman stretched out his hand to resist in a hurry, but Wang Xiaole's strength was so great, but he didn't expect it, and the whole person fell heavily on the wall behind him.

In one round, the sick maniac felt the strength of Wang Xiaole's force, but the sick maniac was not an ordinary person after all, and he was not beaten like that group of big men.

Soon, Wang Xiaole calmed down and thought to himself in his heart, after all, he was thinking about how to form his own power group recently, if he could bring this sick madman under his command, then he would be completely able to eat the underworld in the entire Shenjing City.

Then there was another heavy punch, and Wang Xiaole directly bombarded the wall behind the sick maniac, and a fist-sized pit suddenly appeared on the wall, and dust fell uncontrollably.

"What's the matter, you sick madman might as well follow me in the future. Wang Xiaole said straight to the point.

The sick maniac is obviously not a soft bone, and the punch that Wang Xiaole deliberately deterred just now did not scare him. "Don't even think about it!" the sick madman twisted his head, looking at death as if he were home.

Wang Xiaole knows that a big brother like a sick maniac only eats soft and not hard.

"That's good, as the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other, if you send someone to smash my water bar and the hotel, I won't pursue it with you, I, Wang Xiaole, also respect you for being a madman and a man, why don't you call each other brothers in the future?"

Wang Xiaole's words made the sick madman a little unexpected, after all, compared with the sick madman, he seemed stronger.

The strong always admire the strong, and the sick madman has obviously felt that the real strength of the person in front of him is far more than that, and he also admires Wang Xiaole very much.

Without giving it much thought, the sick maniac nodded.