was reprimanded by the fat man's anxious white face, the white wolf was not angry, his pale cheeks exuded a trace of strange excitement, a pair of inverted triangular eyes blinked twice, raised his mouth and chuckled: "Your Excellency is Black King Kong, right? I'm also interested in you!"

"metoo, I'm also quite interested in your mother, you can introduce me when you have time, I think she's old, it's not your fault that she's not male or female, but she still speaks so yin and yang, what kind of demon are you going to be?

I looked at it carefully, the fat man's fists were full of calluses, and a lot of them were heartaches that had just been ground out recently, the bloody cocoons were similar to my previous practice of chopping and kicking, but the fat man must be more painful, after all, the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain in the hands is definitely much worse than the calves.

The white wolf laughed twice, waved his arm and roared loudly: "Kill Zhao Chenghu, you can all make a name for yourself in Shishi tomorrow!"

"Hack them to death!" The young men at both ends of the alley raised their hands in unison, pulling out the layer of newspaper wrapped outside, revealing the cold blade inside, and the white wolf was still the same as last time, leaning against the wall and looking lively, and his sleepy-eyed eyes glanced back and forth playfully.

"It's a bad breed!" I spat disdainfully, and with a shake of my arm, I took out a throwing stick from my pocket, "I am responsible for these rotten fish and stinky shrimp in front of the third brother, and you are in charge of those donkeys and horses in the back!" The fat man let out a low roar and picked up a brick from the ground.

"Be careful!" I told him uneasily, and we waited back to back for the thugs to come over.

The white wolf fanned his hand in the air with disdain, and shouted at the group of young people with a fierce face: "Fight quickly!"

Like a group of hungry wolves who had been waiting around their prey for a long time and suddenly received an order from the wolf king, the young men could not wait to wave their machetes in their hands, and rushed towards me and the fat man with a roar.

The half-meter-long watermelon knife glowed brightly and coldly in the sun, and the fat man rushed out like a tiger, and the bricks in his hand slapped directly on the head of the young man running in front like a swimming fish.

There was a crisp sound of "pop", the brick was broken in two from the middle, and the young man who was covered by the fat man on his face didn't have time to shout, and was dragged in front of him by the fat man's neck, "Grass and mud horses, let's pretend to be social people, right? I'll let you pretend, pretend!" The fat man blocked the guy in front of him, and the bricks in his hand screamed at the gangster's head one after another.

I copied the stick, cut horizontally and vertically, and easily lay down the two young people, temporarily restraining the momentum of the young man on my side's rush, and looked back, the fat man was still holding the brick in his hand like a machine, and beckoned to the head of the unlucky guy without a head, at this time the kid estimated that he had been stunned, his face was covered with blood, and his head was like a rotten watermelon, which looked extremely terrifying.

In the whole alley, you can only hear the fat man's heavy wheezing and the "pop, pop" sound of the bricks in his hand and his head colliding together.

At first, some people tried to swing a knife to attack the fat man twice, but each time the fat man could use the "unlucky guy" in his hand to block the knife for himself, and after a few attempts, the gangsters were gradually frightened by the fat man's momentum, and they were like onlookers around and watched dumbfounded.

Followed by the fat man's "drink" roar, one hand grabbed the neckline of the "unlucky guy", and the other hand grabbed his calf, and lifted the kid up like a green onion on the dry land, and the fat man threw the young man who lifted it out, "Kneel down for me!"

A few stunned young people were stunned by the fat man's momentum and instinctively avoided it, but the "unlucky guy" flew out like a cannonball, smashing three or four people lying down at once, "Ouch, ouch.." A few thugs lay on the ground and howled.

"Awesome! Born with brute strength, Black King Kong really deserves its reputation!" The white wolf's pair of unrefreshed pupils blinked slightly, as if watching a circus performance, and clapped his hands excitedly, that natural dementia look, I think if he plays a stupid root, he will definitely win the award.

"You were born paralyzed, the devil knows what Lao Tzu has paid for practicing this strength! Little white face, if you are a man and I are fighting with me!" The fat man's voice is like a bell, his two fists are clenched to death, he may not know what happened between me and the white wolf, but he must see that this guy seems to be friend or foe, and I am jealous and disgusted with him.

The white wolf tilted his neck, showed a light smile, and turned back to the alley and shouted: "Reaper's grandfathers, their physical exertion is almost over, and the rest will be left to you!"

Then from the entrance of the alley, two cold-faced men in black jackets walked in, these two people knew that they were definitely not at the same level as the previous gangsters at a glance, and both of them were very lean, especially a short-haired man on the left, with a cruel smile on his lips.

These guys all hold a "dart" similar to the one I often see in movies, but it grows a lot, the sharp knife hair exudes a chilling glow, and the fat man licks his lips and smiles sarcastically: "Yo, shuriken? Is there any use of the sword? Nimal has a big ass, and the anime weapons are all dried." ”

I instinctively felt a hint of danger, and leaned side by side next to the fat man and whispered, "Fatty, don't act rashly!"

"It's okay, third brother, when the master taught me kung fu before, he specially said this thing, the weapon in this guy's hand is a specialty of the island country, called shuriken, just like the men in their country, short and thin!" The fat man turned his neck twice, picked up a watermelon knife from the ground casually, and smiled at me: "I'm left, you're right!"

Before I could say anything, the fat man had already stepped out like an arrow off the string, "Kneel!" The fat man gritted his teeth and roared, and the watermelon knife in his hand went straight to the man on the left and slashed down, the guy hurriedly raised the guy in his hand to resist, and I don't know how much strength the fat man used, this knife slashed down, and collided with the opponent's "shuriken" to create a spark.

With one move, the fat man's momentum became even more violent, and he rounded his arm one after another, as if what he had in his hand was not a watermelon knife, but a sledgehammer, and the reaper youth on the opposite side seemed to be transformed into a "gopher", and could only passively cross to the defense.

Looking at the fat man's posture at a glance, it seems that there is no discipline, it is completely a brute force swing, but if you look closely for two seconds, you find that the fat man is completely rhythmic, and he almost didn't slash his arm three or four times, and it will turn into a vertical split into a sweep, and the kid almost didn't make any moves, and he was always pressed and beaten by the fat man.

After making sure that something would happen to the fat man, I waved the stick in my hand twice, pursed my lips at the long-haired young man on the right and smiled: "Come on, brother, let's not be idle!

I don't know if this grandson understands Chinese, after speaking, I took three steps and two steps to go out, jumped up and slashed his head with a stick, the guy leaned slightly sideways, dodging my attack, at the same time the elbow bent in a very strange way, around the back, and stabbed me in the shoulder blade at once, I tried my best to dodge the back of the stalk arm, but still a step slow, a "hiss" sound, with the sound of the clothes breaking, the blood has been splashed, Fang Fang's shoulder was stabbed by him.

The corners of his mouth turned up, and just as he was about to grin, my left leg was already raised, "Kneel!" and kicked him on the calf, the kid didn't have time to snort and fell to the ground, I clenched the slinger in my hand, and beckoned to his head like a stupid basket.

I don't know what material the throwing stick Zhang Jingtian gave me, the hardness is particularly good, and the machete is together, it will not be deformed at all, and even the white mark will not appear, and after a few minutes of continuous whipping of the grandson, I took a breath, stepped on his face, and roared like "Ah!"

On the other side, the fat man's battle also came to an end, after the fat man was stabbed in the lower abdomen, a "back saber" cut off half of the opponent's face, and there was almost no suspense to complete the opponent's abuse, and at the same time, the watermelon knife in his hand was also curled.

Thanks to Lao Tzu for listening to my master's words, as soon as he got out of prison, he found a few pieces of iron and stuffed them into his clothes!

"Do you still have extra strength?" The white wolf stood up, put the cigarette between his fingers, and poked the cigarette butt into the eyes of the "reaper" young man who was kicked away by the fat man, and quickly picked up the "shuriken" on the ground without even looking at it, and directly inserted it into the young man's throat at once, and sneered cruelly: "Waste, at this level, you dare to call yourself a reaper!"

"Yaga, you.." The man whose face was covered with blood when I hit him, when he saw that the momentum was not good, he got up and was about to run, but the white wolf kicked him down again with a side kick, and the man was too late to get up again, and his throat was also pierced by the white wolf with a knife.

Although it is not the first time to see the white wolf so perverted, but he once again refreshed my definition of the word pathological, don't look at the lively fight we just had, but there was no human life, but as soon as the white wolf shot, he killed two lives, and it was his own person, I gasped and said: "You are really a brute, not only bite the opponent, but also bite the master!"

"The Daochuan Chamber of Commerce only knows that they have killed two generals, but who can prove that I did it? Do you think Wu Jinguo believed your words?" The white wolf licked the blood stains on the shuriken and muttered contemptuously on his face: "I think you shouldn't have much strength now, right?" Black King Kong, dare to fight me?"

When the fat man invited to fight just now, this stupid dick pretended to be dead, and now I saw that the fat man was already sweating, and he was a little swaying when he was standing, he was provocative, this grandson was really troublesome, I spat on him and scolded: "You are not only perverted, but also shameless!"

"The king's man never says half a word!" the fat man thumped his chest twice and roared to the sky.