"If you have a kind, you can shoot it!"

The sky disciples in white taekwondo uniforms invariably stood behind Fang Zhigang in unison, and shouted at the Bazi Hu in unison, as if they didn't put the gun in the Bazihu's hand in their eyes at all.

However, their common enemy not only did not intimidate the mustache, but only aroused his anger even more, and he laughed evilly, and said to them, "Good, good. You've got a kind, I'm going to see if your bones are hard or my bullets are hard!"

As this guy spoke, he really aimed his gun at Fang Zhigang's head and wanted to shoot him in the head!

However, at this time, Zhao Changshu, who had already woken up from his contemplation and was watching everything in the field, could he allow him to shoot again?

"Stop!" Zhao Changshu let out a loud shout, then walked into the arena, stood beside Fang Zhigang, and whispered to the red-banded disciple beside him, "Call the police." Call the hospital's emergency number. ”

The red-belted disciple suddenly came to his senses and ran towards the dressing room next to him. His phone was in his pocket in the locker room.

"Who are you??Did you come here to fill the big garlic?Do you know who I am?" Bazihu asked as he looked at Zhao Changshu with a frown.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that your actions make me angry! If you make me angry, the consequences are serious!" Zhao Changshu said coldly. He really can't stand the despicable face of the mustache, and he's going to make a heavy move!

Since the beginning of the chaotic battle, Zhao Changshu has been hiding in the corner next to the hall, not saying a word, quietly watching the battle, as if he has nothing to do with himself.

Therefore, although the people of the Black Eagle Martial Arts Hall had already discovered Zhao Changshu, they didn't take him to heart at all, they thought that Zhao Changshu was a young man who came to deliver takeaways, and planned to stay to watch the excitement. I still muttered in my heart, why is this guy so bold, I didn't expect this guy to come out for the Sky Muay Thai Gym now!

At this time, Bazi Hu saw that Zhao Changshu was actually standing with the people of the Sky Taekwondo Pavilion, and stood opposite him, and couldn't help but stare at Zhao Changshu again with a pair of small eyes.

With a height of about 1.80 meters, his figure is slightly thin, his complexion is slightly pale, and he has short hair, how he doesn't look like a master, except for the masculinity on his face, there is nothing surprising about it.

Bazihu couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, little cub, tell me who you really are and why you are wading into this troubled water? You can also consider ignoring the arrogant words that you just made people laugh off their big teeth. ”

Zhao Changshu didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he didn't hide the contempt in his expression at all. Yes, it's contempt. Even at the headquarters of the Yamaguchi Group of the island country, Zhao Changshu dared to kill people in and out alone, not to mention the gang of black-clothed people in front of him, in his opinion, these people were a group of garbage that could not be put on the table.

At this time, Fang Zhigang was also enduring the huge pain in his broken leg, looking at Zhao Changshu, he didn't understand who Zhao Changshu was, why he suddenly jumped out to help him.

However, now even the people in the entire Sky Taekwondo Gym are no match for the man in black, and this young man in front of him can be their opponent? Not to mention that the beard is still holding a black pistol in his hand.

Fang Zhigang couldn't help but worry about Zhao Changshu, so he wiped the cold sweat on his face and said to Zhao Changshu, "Little brother, you get out of the way." They are not ordinary people, but a pack of mad dogs. You don't have to wade into this troubled water. But no matter what, I, Fang Zhigang, have to thank my little brother for his righteous act today, if I can survive today, I will definitely invite you to drink another day, and if you don't get drunk, you won't return!

As soon as Fang Zhi spoke, he was about to reach out and gently push Zhao Changshu away from his face, he didn't want to let Zhao Changshu, a good young man, wade into this troubled water for no reason, and offend the people of the Black Eagle Martial Arts Gym in vain! As he said, it was a bunch of mad dogs, and there would be endless troubles if he provoked them.

However, to Fang Zhigang's surprise, when his hand pushed on Zhao Changlan's body, Zhao Changlan's body didn't move at all!

Fang Zhigang was surprised in his heart, just now he wanted to push Zhao Changshu away in order to prevent Zhao Changshu from wading into this troubled water, and he had already exerted eight points of strength in his hand, even if his leg was broken, but eight points of strength was not something that an ordinary person could bear.

Fang Zhigang suddenly felt that the young man standing in front of him at this moment was by no means an ordinary person, let alone a bloody courage for a while.

I saw that Zhao Changshu suddenly turned around and smiled at him, and slapped him on the shoulder and chest a few times, and said, "Don't worry, Pavilion Master Fang, I haven't touched this matter." If you do, you will never sit idly by. The thing I hate most in my life is gangsters. ”

Zhao Changlan's words moved Fang Zhigang, but what surprised Fang Zhigang the most was that when Zhao Changlan's hand left him, he actually felt that the huge pain coming from the broken leg was greatly reduced!

Fang Zhigang instantly understood that the young man standing in front of him was a real super master! And he was proficient in Huaguo's acupoint technique! Just now, this young man slapped him a few times as if he was careless, which had actually compressed his sore nerves, making his pain greatly reduced.

"Thank you. Watch out for the gun in the opponent's hand. ”

After Fang Zhigang judged that Zhao Changshu was a master, he no longer insisted that he leave, but told Zhao Changshu in a grateful tone. After all, bullets have no eyes, and that is not something that kung fu can restrain them.

Zhao Changshu nodded at Fang Zhigang in a friendly manner, and then once again set his eyes on the black-clothed man led by the eight-character beard, his eyes were once again full of contempt.

Bazi Hu Ke didn't know what happened between Zhao Changshu and Fang Zhigang just now, he saw that the two of them actually had some sympathy for each other, and he couldn't help but slap the hand holding the pistol twice on the palm of the other hand, making a weird chirp, and then said with a smile: "Okay, good, what a brotherhood, I'm so moved! I'm going to be moved to tears! I'm going to be moved to tears! I'm going to be moved to tears! Little cub, since you want to find death, Lao Tzu will fulfill you!"

Talking nonsense, he actually aimed the muzzle of the gun at Zhao Changshu instantly, and then pulled the trigger with the index finger of his right hand without hesitation!

However, at the moment when he pulled the trigger, he suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and then he saw Zhao Changlan's body jumping in front of him like a ghost, and his right hand grabbed his wrist!

Rao is Bazi Hu is kung fu, the moment his wrist was caught, he also felt a piercing pain from the pulse, the fingers holding the gun were weakly released, and the pistol fell to the ground silently.

Before the pistol landed, Zhao Changshu stretched out his left hand, immediately copied the gun in his hand, and then turned the muzzle of the gun to aim at the thigh bone of the mustache and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

Zhao Changshu hated the eight-character beard, and he shot quite ruthlessly, and he fired two shots in a row. Coupled with Zhao Changlan's accurate marksmanship, the bullet instantly broke all the two thigh bones of Bazihu! Bazihu's body lost support, and he fell to the ground with a puff, and let out a painful wail from his mouth!

**Although the sound of the pistol is very small, it still makes people's ears numb in some closed halls at the moment, and there is a feeling of going deaf in an instant.

Everyone was stunned, including the disciples of the Sky Taekwondo Gym, no one thought that the slightly thin-looking young man standing in front of them would not make a move, but once he made a move, he would be so fierce, and he was so familiar with firearms, and the speed of shooting was so fast!

It seems that he is not only a kung fu master, but also a firearms expert!

And that's not all!

After the Bazi Hu fell to the ground, Zhao Changshu did not intend to let him go, but aimed the muzzle of the gun at his front and back, left and right, and shot again and again!

The bullets hit the wooden floor with a dull popping sound, and a neat shot hole appeared in front of the mustache, as if a semicircular ellipsis was enclosed in front of him.

The wailing of the eight-character beard stopped abruptly, and the huge sense of fear diluted his sense of pain, and he looked at Zhao Changshu with a contemptuous face a little stupidly, and suddenly felt a heat in the crotch of his pants. This guy is incontinent.

It wasn't until the gun in Zhao's hand snapped that the firing pin hit the air, that Zhao Changshu threw the pistol on the ground casually, and said lightly: "It's really boring, I wanted to draw a circle in front of you and do some performance art, but unfortunately there are no bullets." Okay, the game is over, do you want to continue playing, or gameover?"

Everyone was about to vomit blood when they heard Zhao Changlan's words, and they broke people's legs when they shot, and in Zhao Changlan's opinion, it was just a game!

In the end, he was still fierce, he saw that the gun in Zhao's spear hand was out of bullets, and the confused mind just now instantly sobered up, and shouted at the other black-clothed people: "There are no bullets in his gun! Give him all of them! Kill him for me! I don't care who he is! I want him dead today!"

In the hoarse roar of the eight-character beard, the other men in black finally understood, in their opinion, the gun in Zhao's spear hand was out of bullets, and it was their time for revenge!

More than two dozen black-clothed men shouted in unison, and surrounded Zhao Changshu together, even if Zhao Changlan was a man with iron beating, they would smash him into a piece of scrap iron lumps.

Fang Zhigang was afraid that Zhao Changshu would suffer a loss, so his expression changed, and he shouted at the disciples in the sky: "Everyone go up together! Protect this little brother, don't let the little brother suffer!"

The sky disciple in the white practice uniform immediately rushed towards the man in black, but before they could rush in front of the man in black, they heard Zhao Changlan, who was surrounded by the man in black, shouting, "Don't come here, everyone." I was seriously ill a month ago, and since my body recovered, I haven't touched anyone, and today I just happened to move my muscles and bones. ”

After speaking, Zhao Changshu quickly activated his body and fought with the black cloth.

Although these black-clothed men are all masters, they are dwarfed by Zhao Changlan. What's more, Zhao Lance had already figured out their boxing routines in the battle just now, so often before they made a move, Zhao Lance judged their striking position, and could instantly dominate the enemy.

This is the weakness of traditional Chinese kung fu, long-term routine training so that their moves always have rules to follow, once they master the characteristics of their boxing routines, they will be constrained everywhere in the fighting, there is a feeling of not being able to make it.