Zhao Changshu Chiguoguo's contempt completely angered the islanders of the Wuzhen Guild. When had the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire ever been so humiliated!

A disciple of the Wuzhen Hall roared wildly, and quickly jumped into the ring, wanting to fight with Zhao Changlan, but Zhao Changlan was a little not authentic, this guy didn't even wait for the island people who jumped on the stage to take a stand, and aimed at his chest is a kick!

Zhao Changshu is such a person, you respect him by a foot, he respects you by a foot, you bully him by an inch, he bullies you by a foot. If this guy hates you, he will do whatever it takes to deal with you.

In his opinion, it is these island devils who are unruly first, so he doesn't need to be polite to them at all, just beat them down! Besides, in his impression, the island people are cheap, the more you respect him, the more he shits on your head, and if you beat him hard, he will be honest immediately.

During World War II, the United States dropped two atomic bombs, destroyed such a large city, and killed countless people.

The Chinese people have given them so much help since ancient times, but they always want to bite the Chinese country.

Poor island warrior, just rushed to the stage, and before he understood what was going on, his body involuntarily rose into the air, and fell in front of his bag with a chirp, impartially, and happened to fall where the mountain three feet had just fallen.

"Wow!" the guy spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell unconscious, letting his teammates rock him around, shouting his name over and over again.

"Grandma's, I really don't want to do this kind of straw bag. However, looking at your unwilling face, you must be unwilling not to be beaten solidly. Okay, I'll fulfill you, let's come together!" Zhao Changshu said as he looked at the Bao Xi of the Wuzhen Guild Hall.

This time, these island people didn't act as personal heroes, and they really ran to the ring, and eight people surrounded Zhao Changlan.

The audience stopped the noise and looked at the stage with bated breath, expecting a miracle to happen. Everyone's nervous heart was pounding. One against eight, this kind of scene is often seen in movies, and it is not encountered in a hundred years in real life! Everyone was afraid of revealing any detail, and they all stared at the stage with wide eyes.

In the box of the Duping County Martial Arts Performance Troupe, everyone also stared at the stage with wide eyes.

"Can Deputy Director Zhao do it? Shall we go up and help?" Li Biao grabbed his beard and asked with a worried expression. Although he knew that Zhao Changshu was powerful, it was a pair of eight after all! What's worse was that those eight people were all karate masters.

"You're going up in the way. The doctor said coldly beside him. Aaron Hong nodded in agreement.

"A pair of wood!" Li Biao muttered silently. He doesn't want to argue with the doctor, this guy usually doesn't speak, and his words can kill you.

Just when everyone's attention was on the ring, and the battle in the ring was about to break out, a Russian in a black suit walked into the scene, looked around, and when he found several figures hidden in the dark, he made a gesture to him, nodded inadvertently, and then walked to the rostrum on the edge of the ring unconsciously.

At this moment, the members of the Wuzhen Hall on the stage moved, and they roared in unison, and rushed towards Zhao Lance together, and Zhao Lance was drowned in the crowd.

Zhao Changlan also moved in an instant! I saw that his body was constantly wandering in the crowd like a spinning top, his clothes were fluttering, and no one's fist could hit his body, but Zhao Changlan kept attacking the enemy with his fists and feet in the interval between wandering.

Zhao's spear is completely skillful. Although the punch distance was short, it was full of power, and the striking parts of Zhao Chang's spear were all human acupoints, so in less than two minutes, the eight people surrounding him all fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.

"Wow!" There was a wave of applause from the audience! Everyone was impressed by Zhao Changlan's superb fighting skills.

But at this moment, Cui Haozhe, who was sitting on the rostrum, looked behind him with a frightened face, because just now, he clearly heard an unfamiliar voice shouting his name behind him.

Cui Haozhe's heart trembled violently, and he knew that his big trouble was coming. If today's matter is not handled well, I am afraid that everyone here will die.

Just when the first person from the Wuzhen Hall seriously injured the Shaolin disciple, Cui Haozhe wanted to stop such a brutal game immediately, because such a game had completely violated the spirit of martial arts.

But just as he was about to stop the people of the Wuzhen Hall from continuing to exert his power, his phone suddenly rang, and when he called him at this time, something big must have happened. Cui Haozhe felt faintly uneasy, and didn't care about stopping the game on the stage, so he immediately connected the phone, and a low and cold voice came from the phone: "Don't stop the game in front of you, let the show continue, otherwise your wife will go to sleep with God." ”

Cui Haozhe had the feeling of being poured a basin of cold water on his head, cold from head to toe, he couldn't care about the chaotic battle in front of him at all, and just asked in a trembling voice: "Who are you? What did you do with Xiaohua?"

Xiaohua is his nickname for his wife.

"You don't care who I am, you just know that your wife is in my hands, and do as I say. My request is very simple, you just have to do nothing, let the people around you do the same, and don't try to stop the game in front of you! Oh, forget one thing, and finally, let your wife say hello to you. Oh, poor little flower, what a strange name. ”

After the neurotic babbling voice, Cui Haozhe heard his wife's screams. His heart tightened suddenly, he knew that his wife must be suffering inhumanely!

Cui Haozhe didn't know what was going on, he was worried about his wife's safety, so he could only do it according to the mysterious man's arrangement, and let the three martial arts performance troupes of Shaolin, Wuzhen, and Du Ping make a mess. At the same time, Cui Haozhe was also waiting for the arrival of that person in fear, that person said that he would come to him, and everything would be revealed when he came.

When Cui Haozhe heard the strange and familiar, devil-like voice behind him, he knew he was coming. Cui Haozhe turned his head in horror, he saw a white-skinned face, the owner of the face was a tall young man, golden hair, golden eyes, no matter how he looked like a devil, but he had a strange-looking gun in his hand. The muzzle of the black hole hole was pointed on Cui Haozhe's back.

Where has Cui Haozhe seen such a scene, he trembled with fright, trembling his lips and couldn't speak. He didn't understand when he had provoked such an outlaw?

"Oh, Mr. Choi, I know you must be curious about what is going on right now, but I assure you, you'll soon understand that now, I need you to watch the show with me. By the way, your wife is here. The yellow-haired voice was soothing and elegant, and if you didn't look at the gun in his hand, you would have thought he was talking to an old friend.

Cui Haozhe looked towards the gate of the arena in the direction he indicated, and saw two people wearing black sweatshirts and hoods pressing a beautiful middle-aged woman, walking straight towards the rostrum. Cui Haozhe clearly saw that the woman was his wife, Xiaohua.

"What the hell is going on!" the horror kept churning in Cui Haozhe's mind.

Since at this time, Zhao Changshu alone defeated the eight people in the Wuzhen Guild Hall, the people were boiling with joy, and the scene was extremely chaotic, and no one even noticed what was happening on the rostrum. Even Zhao Changlan, who was in the ring, didn't notice it, he focused all his attention on the island devil in front of him. I didn't expect anything to happen on the podium.

The people sitting with Cui Haozhe found out that there was a problem, but they were already peeing their pants in fright, where did they dare to make a loud noise?

The most interesting thing was the commentator, he was completely attracted by Zhao Changlan's superb fighting, and at the moment he didn't care whether such a game was in line with the rules, he shouldn't have commented, and he actually shouted excitedly into the microphone in Korean: "Oh! Oh my God! He won, he won! One against eight! He won!"

This guy didn't know that his few words turned out to be the last swan song in his commentary career.

Just as he shouted excitedly, the yellow-haired young man standing next to Cui Haozhe frowned and looked at his excited back, and muttered, "Damn, it's so noisy!

After speaking, facing the narrator's back, the sudden protrusion is a shuttle. The narrator's back was suddenly punched with a few bloody holes, and his body slowly fell to the ground, he twisted his body in pain, and looked back to see what was going on, but unfortunately, he didn't see who he died in the end.

The sound of the submachine gun was not loud, but the staff in charge of the live broadcast immediately found out that something had happened to the narrator, and the gaffer quickly transferred the light from Zhao Changgun's body to the yellow-haired young man, and the camera also tracked it.

When Zhao Changshu heard the gunshot, he was shocked, instinctively lowered his body, his eyes swept to the direction where the gunfire came from like a knife, and as the light shifted, he saw a young man with yellow hair and yellow eyes and a slight rush in his hand.

Zhao Changshu is an expert, when he saw the gun in the young man's hand, his heart was full of chuckles, this is the Uqi submachine gun known as the desert killer, an Israeli standard weapon, and the person who owns this gun is by no means a simple character.

Zhao Changlan's first reaction was that he had encountered the killer of the Sakura Group again, but when he saw the eyes of the young man with the gun looking at him, he denied his guess, and the young man didn't seem to have much hatred in the eyes of him.

"Grandma, what the hell is going on? Ran into robbers, but this is not a bank, what are they robbed?" Zhao Changshu muttered in his heart as he glanced across the hall with his eyes.