A group of bastards are fighting more and more fiercely, and there are more people eating melons around, it's really a guy who doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, and there are people pointing at it, as if they are talking nonsense about Mu Zilong's finish, because this thing can't happen at all.

When he retreated to the trash can near the wall, Mu Zilong suddenly broke off his shell with a golden cicada, gave up the shovel in his hand, and in a blink of an eye, he shook off the bastard and squatted down, wandering behind him, and then a bear hug threw him into the trash can.

This kind of night market is overcrowded, but the most troubled thing is naturally the trash cans that are never empty. There are countless snacks in the night market, and the trash cans are naturally full of their leftovers, and the smell of all kinds of flavors is definitely making you shudder and foam at the mouth.

When the bastard was inserted into the trash can, the stinking scum smell ran through his whole body from his nose, and he also smelled a smell of dog shit, right in front of his eyes, a black piece, but a ball of sticky shit wrapped in white paper was particularly eye-catching, and the first reaction brought to him by his brain was a sign of gagging, but the trash can was too narrow, so he couldn't get out of it unless someone helped him.

For a moment, Mu Zilong felt as if there was one person missing, because at the beginning, he kicked a bastard near the trash can with the blow of his hammer, but now he seemed to be gone.

The two legs in the trash can jumped upside down, shaking and shaking, as if acrobatics, but everyone knew that this guy was going to overturn the bucket so that he could escape from this hell.

Mu Zilong quickly picked up the shovel and whirred in the air, because the shovel was large, the deterrent power was naturally enough, and the short and incapable weapons in the hands of the bastards were naturally shy. Holding the trash can steady, Mu Zilong planned to let the guys inside smell the filth brought by humans.

The place where the garbage has been placed for many years has become dark all around, and the sticky stench warns people not to stay here, because after standing for a while, Mu Zilong also felt a little unbearable, and the shaking amplitude of a pair of legs poking out of the garbage can gradually became weak.

A bastard suddenly rushed up, waving the short circlip in his hand. Mu Zilong kicked the trash can violently, kicking it to the ground, and the guy inside crawled out of it with some weakness, but looking at his weak appearance, if it was a little longer, it was estimated that he would be poisoned and suffocated.

Mu Zilong wielded the shovel in his hand, sweeping back and forth on the bastard's lower abdomen, shoulders, and thighs, the weapon in hand, I have it in the world, just with those short and incapable weapons in their hands, of course, it can't be the thick and tough opponent in Mu Zilong's hands.

After three or two strokes, these bastards fell to the ground one after another, and Mu Zilong was also hit a few times on the way, but those were not in the way, it was completely like a chicken pecking rice, but the clothes were always dirty, and a guy ripped off his hair, causing Mu Zilong to directly explode and throw him into a larger garbage can.

That's right, there's a bigger bin next to the trash can, otherwise how could it hold the filth of the night market?

Shaking off the shovel in his hand with one hand, Mu Zilong cut his hair, patted his clothes, and looked at the bastards who fell to the ground around him, this scene was quite spectacular, and the surrounding passers-by also cast awe-inspiring glances at Mu Zilong, one person beat eight or nine people, and he was unharmed, can this not be powerful.

I shook my arm, and just now my arm was smashed by the bastard who took the pot, to be honest, there was a little numbness. Looking up at the stall where he bought sugar water, he saw that the boss waved at him, thinking that he hadn't found it for a while.

"Whoever you are, you're absolutely dead. When Mu Zilong skipped the bastard, the guy raised his head and said fiercely, but in Mu Zilong's eyes, it may be more pain.

"We'll talk about that then. Mu Zilong ignored it, but the person who beat Hong Sheng today, it is true that things will not be so simple, and he doesn't know if someone will come to take revenge on him, but because of the scene just now, if he doesn't let them fall, then it will only be his own who falls, and the result of this two-choice is one of them, so they can only fall, since they are ready to sneak into the community to fight them, then they naturally have to be prepared for danger.

"Stuff is a little cold, I just warmed it up for you. Mu Zilong walked to the stall without paying attention, and the boss looked at Mu Zilong's heroic appearance, but smiled at him with kindness, and offered two large bags of sugar water.

"Thank you. After Mu Zilong said thank you, he didn't care about those bastards, and walked back with the bag, thinking that it should be over at this point.

But the matter really doesn't end here, tonight that really makes Mu Zilong suffer has just begun, and Hong Sheng's people are not easy to mess with, especially if they do it.

At this time, from the road that governed the forces, the flying dragon who was rushing in the wind and dust, and the bastard who Mu Zilong felt puzzled and was kicked to the side of the trash can and suddenly disappeared, at this time he was carefully waiting for the flying dragon who was burning all the way, and he didn't know what to say.

And Feilong's face was flushed, full of alcohol, it seemed that the third watch was drinking in the middle of the night, he was originally Zhang Fei's temperament, and he was in the strength of alcohol, as soon as he heard that he was beaten by his own people, he was not angry, and his eyes were wide open and he rushed over with the three or four little brothers who came over.

This Feilong Gui is one of the generals under Che Junbao, and he was specially ordered to come to recover this small Causeway Bay, his skills are naturally not bad, with a big waist and a round body, last time Mu Zilong and he had a photo in Brother Li's field, but at that time, the main characters were Lu Fengxian and Feilong, so Mu Zilong did not really meet Feilong.

Feilong drank the wine, and his blood was strong, and when he saw the passer-by blocking him, he directly pushed him away and hung him. The bastards brought by him next to him are not simple characters, they all look angry, and they seem to be three points more powerful than the previous ones.

At this time, Mu Zilong walked back slowly, unaware that a real battle was gradually kicking off.

Because of the two fights just now, Mu Zilong's physical strength is not in the best state at this time, and in the face of the imposing flying dragon, this may be a unique fight.

"Brother Wyvern, that's that guy!" said the bastard, pointing to Mu Zilong's back.

"One person, are you useless or does this guy really have two brushes. Feilong was drunk at this time, and he pushed away his little brother and rushed directly to Mu Zilong, and kicked over with a powerful kick in the air.

The momentum of the flying dragon was not ordinary, and from behind Mu Zilong, there was an uncomfortable aura that swept over like a wave of air.

But the flying dragon's kick did not succeed in the sneak attack, Mu Zilong sideways to dodge, as before, but the flying dragon's skills are not the same as his little brother, I saw that after he kicked in the air, a reverse leg suddenly swept over, Mu Zilong couldn't avoid it, the bag in his hand was directly flown out, several bowls of sugar water fell to the ground at the same time, and the soup inside was spilled all over the ground.

Mu Zilong glanced at the already thin sugar water on the ground, and thought to himself that tonight was really a sleepless night of continuous and passion.