"When death is on the verge of death, you still pretend to be forced, damn, brothers, capture Zhang Yang alive, I will whip him hard tonight! And that Xiao Ling, I have always played with women, no woman dares to play with me! If you dare to play with Zhang Yang to play with me, I will definitely make you look good!"

Zheng Bufan gave an order, and more than 30 people immediately rushed towards Zhang Yang.

Although there are many people on the other side, more than 30 people are still a little unable to show in such a room, and Zhang Yang is now a master of Wing Chun, so it is easy to teach such a group of small minions a lesson.

Zhang Yang chuckled, untied his belt, and whipped the group of thugs like a father beating his son, and every "snap" was accompanied by a face with red marks.

After a few minutes, more than 30 people still couldn't get close to Zhang Yang half a step, but all of them had their faces turned into pigs' heads.

"Damn, my dad never beat me like that!" one of Zheng Bufan's subordinates covered his red and swollen face and glared at Zhang Yang viciously.

"Hmph, today I will teach you a good lesson on behalf of your father!" Zhang Yang lifted his pants, shook the belt in his hand, and said proudly.

Xiao Ling, who was sitting behind her, was taking a hard shot with her mobile phone, laughing while patting.

Seeing this, Zheng Bufan angrily kicked over a person in front of him, and scolded: "Waste! A bunch of waste! I paid you to hire you to let you beat people, not to let you be beaten!"

"Zheng Gongzi!" Zhang Yang glanced at Zheng Bufan, who was hiding behind the crowd, sneered, and shouted: "Zheng Gongzi, if you are really a man, come and fight me alone, be whipped by my love, don't show off your strength to your subordinates in the back!"

"Fart!" Zheng Bufan glared at Zhang Yang viciously, took a sip, and scolded angrily: "In these years, the mentally handicapped are going to fight with others, why should I fight you alone with you if I can beat you together?"

"Huh. Zhang Yang chuckled and shook his head: "You have been surrounded by me, no matter how many people come, it is useless, if you admit your mistakes to me now and make up for your mistakes, I may be able to let you live." ”

"Fuck you!" Zheng Bufan shouted angrily and shouted: "Kill this bastard, I'll carry it if something happens!"

Zheng Bufan's subordinates were smoked by Zhang Yang, and after listening to Zheng Bufan's instructions, the group immediately grabbed the knife, fork and wine bottle in front of the table and pounced on Zhang Yang again.

"If you don't see the coffin, you won't cry, and if you don't see the Yellow River, you won't give up!" Zhang Yang twisted his neck and decided not to continue playing with him.

A person took the lead in rushing towards Zhang Yang with a dinner knife in his hand, Zhang Yang's weapon was still his belt, but Zhang Yang did not continue to use his belt as a whip, but still wrapped the belt around his hand, turned it into a leather fist glove, and rushed up against the opponent's dinner knife.

With his flexible body, Zhang Yang easily dodged the opponent's attack, and then clenched his fist and smashed it into the opponent's stomach.

"Poof!" Wing Chun's hand-to-hand combat is already strong, and with a belt to protect his fist, this punch directly knocked the opponent several meters away, and even beat him out for lunch.

In the face of a group of gangsters who have no fighting skills, Zhang Yang's lesson is as simple as teaching children, one punch, and after a while, half of them lost their combat effectiveness, and fell to the ground with a painful expression.

Zheng Bufan knew that Zhang Yang was very strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong, and he heard that Zhang Yang was chased and beaten by a group of people in prison, and now Zhang Yang will be like a tiger, and Zheng Bufan They are lambs to be slaughtered.

Zheng Bufan saw that the situation was not good, and while his subordinates were still fighting Zhang Yang in front, he quickly ran out of the door.

"Want to run?" Zhang Yang's eyes were cold, and he kicked his right foot and quickly rushed towards Zheng Bufan.

"Good opportunity!" Seeing that Zhang Yang ignored them and rushed directly towards Zheng Bufan, the others immediately attacked Zhang Yang with knives and forks in their hands on both sides.

"You brain-dead, rushing so fast, aren't you afraid of hurting your own people?" Zhang Yang suddenly shouted.

Deduct two thousand unlucky points.

"Ahh

"!"

The people on both sides were obviously stabbing towards Zhang Yang, but at the moment when they were about to stab Zhang Yang, their bodies were inexplicably uncontrollable, and their speed slowed down suddenly, and they didn't return to normal until Zhang Yang ran in front of them, but at this time, the person in front of them was no longer Zhang Yang, but a teammate opposite, and the knives and forks in their hands were all inserted into the opponent's chest.

Zhang Yang is an athlete in college, and his physical fitness is many times stronger than that of a rich boy like Zheng Bufan, Zheng Bufan just ran to the door and was about to open the door, Zhang Yang had already come behind him and pressed the door to death.

"The accounts of the two of us haven't been settled yet, and if you want to run, there is no door!" Zhang Yang grabbed the neckline of the back of Zheng Bufan's neck like a rabbit, and threw it back, and Zheng Bufan fell heavily to the ground.

"What are you still stunned, help me!" Zheng Bufan was startled, and hurriedly crawled back, shouting at his subordinates who were still standing in front.

Zheng Bufan's subordinates were stunned for a moment, then nodded, and raised their hands to pull out the knives and forks inserted in their bodies.

"I advise you not to do that. Zhang Yang snorted lightly and said lightly: "In case the wound ruptures and bleeds heavily, your little life will be explained." ”

"Bullshit!" one of Zheng Bufan's subordinates shouted: "When Lao Tzu was in school, the biology was still passing, and there was no artery in the chest, as long as it was not inserted into the heart, no one could die!"

With that, the man gritted his teeth and raised his hand to pull out the fork on his chest.

Deduct 500 unlucky points.

"Poof!" As soon as the fork was pulled out, blood spurted out from the three small eyes on the chest, and shot directly into the face of the person opposite, and suddenly the other party's entire face was covered with blood, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Ah!" Seeing this scene, Xiao Ling screamed and covered her eyes in fear.

"If any of you want to be like him, you can pull out the knife and fork, but even if you don't pull it out, you are not my opponent, the knife and fork on your body is your Achilles heel, as long as I want, I can use the knife and fork on your body to take your life!" Zhang Yang's words suddenly frightened the others, and slowly put down their hands from the knife and fork, they didn't want to lose their lives.

"I don't want to die, I'm still a virgin, save me!" The subordinate with blood spurting in his chest couldn't stop the blood gushing no matter how he pressed his wounds, and he was suddenly frightened, and knelt in front of Zhang Yang in despair and asked him for help.

Zhang Yang glanced at him, snorted lightly, paused for a moment, and continued to walk towards Zheng Bufan.

The subordinate was about to continue to ask Zhang Yang for help, when suddenly the blood in his chest stopped gushing.

"Hold the grass, it's too evil, just look at him and stop the bleeding?"

"Hasn't that Zhang Yang always regarded himself as a broom star, is it true that whoever he wants to be unlucky will have to be unlucky?"

Zheng Bufan's subordinates were all taken aback when they saw this scene, and their hearts were suddenly shocked.

"How can there be such an evil thing...... I think it's Xiaoqiang who has been under too much pressure recently, and it was all the blood on his chest just now, and it is estimated that the blood has been released now. "One of his subordinates did not believe in evil, and he had the courage to pull out the knife in his chest.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang turned abruptly and glared at the man, his eyes full of murderous intent.

As soon as he pulled out half of the knife in pain, the man suddenly felt a warm sensation in his chest, and blood flowed down the wound, and every time the knife was pulled out, the greater the bleeding.