The other party was a few good bodyguards, Luo Er was knocked down by Wang Luo without any defense, and the rest of them were certainly not convinced. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as Wang Luo's words fell, a black man on the opposite side jumped out with angry shouts and punched Wang Luo with a punch.

Wang Luo took a step forward after making a move at Luo Er, blocking Fang Xiaohu and the others behind him, and at this time, seeing the opponent's approach, he flipped his fist and blasted out, facing the opponent's fist.

There was a muffled thud.

Wang Luo is now a body comprehensive ability of up to 6 attribute points, which is a 'ferocious' level that is close to the limit of human beings.

The other party collided with his fist, and it felt like there was a force rushing over him like a mountain, and he couldn't resist it at all.

This black man is nearly 1.9 meters tall, covered in tendons and flesh, and extremely strong. At this moment, he couldn't even stabilize his body, and he lost his center of gravity under the blow, and his chest churned in one breath, and a mouthful of blood almost gushed out.

When the black man was taken aback, Wang Luo calmly took a step forward, his fists were as fast as dense rain, alternating blows, using Wing Chun's close pursuit.

Bang ~ Bang Bang!

The onlookers only saw Wang Luo's fist changing uncertainly, bringing out a series of fist shadows, and the muffled sound of hitting the black man continued.

"it...... Wang Luo is so superhumanly possessed, quick, slap him in the face......"

Liu Wei and Zhao Huai are both masters who are not afraid of big things. At this time, watching from the side, although he was surprised by Wang Luo's power, he was more excited, jumping and cheering.

Just in the blink of an eye, Wang Luo suddenly stopped, and the black man he was chasing was much worse than Luo Er, who was kicked in the calf bone just now, and he was already stunned by a quick punch, and he turned over and fell to the ground.

So soon another companion folded!

The shock in the hearts of the remaining two blacks can be imagined, and only then did they really pay attention to Wang Luo, and the two rushed up and chose to shoot together.

Both of these are professional bodyguards, and once they are more careful and cooperate with each other, they should not be neglected. After attacking by mistake, he attacked Wang Luo with a swift and direct approach, without too many fancy roads, one left and one right.

Seeing the opponent's fists coming, Wang Luo still dared to choose a hard connection with one against two, and divided his arms outward, facing the opponent's arms respectively.

The next moment, the two of them sneered in unison. It turned out that their seemingly menacing fists were just false moves, and the silent provocation of the legs under the two of them was the real offensive.

One person on the left bent his knees to push Wang Luo's lower abdomen, and the other person shoveled Wang Luo's calf head-on.

This skillful and ruthless move combination makes Wang Luo defenseless, and if he chooses to retreat, he will be taken by the two blacks to take the initiative to attack.

However, unexpectedly, at the same time as the opponent made a move, Wang Luo's posture on his hand remained unchanged, maintaining the posture of facing the opponent's arms respectively, but his lower body jumped off the ground lightly, his left leg was like an electric piercing, and his right leg was bent forward at the knee, still choosing to collide head-on with the opponent, but the speed was faster than the opponent. In the eyes of onlookers, it was as if Wang Luo had calculated the other party's way of making a move first, and waited there in advance.

Bang ~ Bang bang!

The dull sound of body collision sounded in no particular order, and the ear drums of the bombardment were buzzing.

The lower plate of the two sides touched together first, and then Wang Luo's jumping figure fell to the ground, and he reached forward with both hands, and grabbed the arms of the two opponents who had no time to retract, and wrapped their arms forward, and actually sandwiched the arms of the two under their armpits.

Wang Luo exerted force in reverse, pressed his shoulders down, and immediately dislocated the shoulder blades of the other party, commonly known as hanging arms.

The arms of the two black men twisted in reverse and looked like they were crippled, which was very frightening.

Wang Luo's palm was like a knife, jumping up along the side of his arm, and easily slashing the side of the neck of the two, and the action was clean and breathtaking.

The two black men were struck in the side of the neck, and in the dark, they followed in the footsteps of their companion and fainted to the ground.

In this series of fights, it only took a few breaths to take a breath, and the four sturdy black men were played by Wang Luo like adults beating children, and they were all beaten in the face, and three of them were still fainted on the ground, motionless.

This scene was subversive enough, including some club staff at the service desk across the hall, who were also dumbfounded.

For a moment the hall was silent.

In fact, from Wang Luo's point of view, he has reservations, this is the real world after all, and it is impossible to be unscrupulous and beat people to death and mutilation.

Even so, the skills he showed were still very amazing, and Zhao Lingling and the other three nurses even sprung up with the nonsensical idea that Wang Luo was a non-human monster.

It's not over here.

Wang Luo solved the two black men, turned around and came to Luo Er, who was the first to be shoveled in the calf bone and sat on the ground, and said condescendingly: "When you come to our place, you should learn to respect and teach you a lesson today." ”

Wang Luo grabbed it with his hand, his five fingers were slightly curved like tiger claws, one grabbed Luo Er's wrist, and the other hand crossed his arm like a hammer, and smashed it at the joint of his forearm.

Luo Er was shocked and angry, and stomped violently, trying to get rid of Wang Luo's clamps, but found that he could not fight against Wang Luo's power at all.

"Stop. A deep cry came from the side of the hall.

Wang Luo didn't hear it, and smashed it out with one hand steadily, clicking! The sound of the arm bone being smashed made people's teeth ache, Luo Er screamed, and his forearm was hit by Wang Luo, but he couldn't see how serious it was on the surface, but the pain was unbearable, and the screams didn't stop.

"Yikes!"

The female manager of that club screamed together with Zhao Lingling and three other nurses.

Wang Luo is so hot, it is indeed shocking.

And the 'stop' sounded with a foreign accent, and at the same time as the voice was shouted, a person was like a tiger, jumping directly from the second floor on the other side of the club hall, and after landing on the ground, he ran wildly and rushed straight towards Wang Luo.

Wang Luo let go of Luo Er and turned his head to see that it was the black leader who had paid special attention to him earlier, and the bank said that his name was Gut.

Bang Bang~

Gut rushed forward like a frightened bull, his fists interlaced like scissors, one in front and one behind, with extremely ferocious force, and hit Wang Luo on the head.

Wang Luo crossed his arms, his steps were slight, and he took advantage of the momentum to pull the opponent's fist, calmly resolving Gute's strong momentum from far and near.

Gute glared angrily, and the second punch followed, followed by the third punch and the fourth punch, one punch was more ferocious than the other, attacking Wang Luo.

The two sides exchanged several offensive and defensive moves in the blink of an eye in this hall, and no one took advantage.

Wang Luo suffered a loss because he had to hide something, and he couldn't make a move. He wants to make his strength at this time look more like the category of 'people', so he can't make a move, otherwise it will be too shocking.

Wang Luo's shot this time was not impulsive, and the possible follow-up situations were already under his consideration, so the scale of the shot was always within the control range.

In fact, including the way of shooting, Wang Luo also paid more attention, considering that this Gute and Nock who had fought in the Golden Triangle earlier are brothers, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Wang Luo's shot this time was completely different from that night's shot in the Golden Triangle, and the whole process used traditional Chinese martial arts - Wing Chun, and no other means have been used.

Wang Luo still had the strength to observe the other party in the battle, and it could be seen that Gute also did not use all his skills.

After a few moves, both sides were surprised by each other's arrogance.

After the onslaught failed, Gut suddenly took a leap back and chose a truce.

When he started before, he was like a mad tiger and fierce and unmatched, but when he stopped at this time, he instantly retracted all his momentum, like a thousand-year-old turtle, standing on the opposite side demure and looking at Wang Luo.

The different momentum between his movements made Wang Luo more and more alert, and he thought to himself: this Gut seems to be stronger than his brother Nock, who fought in the Golden Triangle.

Wang Luo pondered that Qi Lianbei under his command might be similar to him.

"Just now we changed lanes on the road and forced your car to stop, because we didn't do it first. You've beaten a few of them and you've taught them enough lessons. That's the end of today's business, what do you say?" said Gut in a quirky, half-baked Chinese language.

"This Gute doesn't look like a character who swallows his anger, just now he still has the momentum of never giving up and attacking with all his might, why did he suddenly ask for peace and stop fighting?" Wang Luo glanced at the small headset that Gut wore on one ear with a slight movement in his heart, and secretly thought: If Gut and the others are bodyguards, then where are the people they protect?

Thinking so in his heart, Wang Luo subconsciously turned his head to look at the second floor, and could vaguely see that behind the dark glass of the VIP reception room on the second floor, someone was standing there, staring at the hall on the first floor.

So, it's the people up there who make Gut truce through headsets?