The entrance of the oil house factory.

The two gangs of people were mixed together in a burst of shouting and scolding, but the number of people on Luo Bingxu's side was not dominant, there were less than ten of them in total, so that more than 30 guys from the opposite gang were blocked on the side of the road, and the situation was worrying.

Zeng Guomin's team leader is called Wang Sanbao, he is a bald man, not to mention the five big and three thick, he is still quite stumbling, and he is not a good person at first glance, his main task is to act as an economic thug for the Zeng family, and he is considered a core member, so he is very ruthless, and the horsepower is strong, which is quite "favored" by Zeng Guomin.

"Fuck you, just cut him to death for me!" Wang Sanbao huddled in the crowd and pointed at Luo Bingxu and shouted.

Luo Bingxu's fighting action is quite simple, but this is the essence of the fighting style summed up in countless fights, he is basically a routine of grasping n chopping, his left hand is raised slightly forward, and then he grabbed the opponent's neck collar in the cold, and his right hand continuously ran to his head and chopped it violently, mentally he didn't care about other people at all, and cut the one in front of him first in terms of momentum.

"Poof, poof!"

Relying on this routine, Luo Bingxu stood on the road for thirty seconds, and he didn't suffer any injuries, because he swung the knife with a large range of movements, and the people around him retreated back and forth and didn't dare to step forward, while he grabbed one, so he chopped it violently, and lay down one in a row, and after running one, the inferior knife purchased on the street was already deformed, and the blade was bent.

"Fuck you!"

At this moment, a loud shout sounded in Luo Bingxu's ears, and as soon as he turned around, a pickaxe flew sideways.

"Bump!"

Luo Bingxu was caught off guard, and there was a heart-piercing pain in his shoulder, and then his body moved two steps horizontally.

"Chop him!"

Wang Sanbao shook his bald head, and slashed at Luo Bingxu three times with a knife.

"Step, step ......!"

Luo Bingxu struck twice with a knife, his feet continued to retreat, and his body was unstable, his chest was suddenly scraped out, the black T-shirt was torn, and the skin and flesh turned outward on the cloth.

"Fuck your mother, are you convinced?" Wang Sanbao cursed while slashing with a knife.

"I'll serve your mother!"

Luo Bingxu glared at Wang Sanbao's chest, and directly turned the knife.

"Smack!"

The blade that had been bent slapped directly on Wang Sanbao's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"Hulala!"

The other opponents around him, holding knives, guns and sticks, raised them in unison, and smashed them at Luo Bingxu.

"Stomp!"

After Luo Bingxu retreated continuously, his body was already leaning in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window of a small store on the street, he felt his back top, and only heard two crisp sounds of glass cracking, and then his whole body fell on his back.

"Whoa!"

Countless glass ballasts fell, and Luo Bingxu fell into the commissary from the outside, and he didn't know how many small openings had been cut on his body.

"Ahh

There was a shrill scream from inside the commissary.

"Chop his knees, fuck you!"

Wang Sanbao led the people, and he was about to jump in through the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Squeak!"

Just then, there was a sharp brake sound on the side of the street.

"Bang dang, bang dang!"

Zhang Shizhong and the big head directly pushed the car door, one carried the baseball bat in the car, and the other went to the trunk to get a jack, and then ran directly to Wang Sanbao without saying a word.

"Fuck you, what are you doing?"

A young man turned around and scolded Zhang Shizhong.

"Provincial hooligan brawl mediation office!" Zhang Shizhong replied simply.

The other party was instinctively stunned when he heard this.

"Bang!"

The big head smashed directly on the guy's back from a thousand pounds in the back.

"!"

"Bang!"

Immediately after, Zhang Shizhong worked hard and knocked him down with a baseball bat, and then the two of them didn't speak, and touched Wang Sanbao's back when they took a step.

"Brush!"

Wang Sanbao heard movement behind him and turned around.

"You're a b, your head is pretty bright!" The big head held the jack in both hands, jumped up and smashed it directly from above like a slam dunk.

Wang Sanbao shrank his neck, only to hear a bang, and the connection between his neck and the back of his head was bloodied on the spot.

"Stomp!"

At the same time, there was a sound of footsteps on the side of the street, and a young man rushed over with great speed, holding a military thorn in his right hand.

"Bang!"

Zhang Shizhong smashed a baseball bat on the back knee of Wang Sanbao's left leg.

"Fuck you, fuck my brother!"

After Liu Wei rushed over, he lowered his head and stabbed down.

Wang Sanbao only saw a flash of knife light in front of him, and then there was a chill above his head, and the military thorn stabbed on the skull, and the shiny bald scoop had a small triangular eye!

on the streets.

Lin Jun sat in the car, lowered the window and shouted, "Clean him up to death!"

"Fuck you, who are you?"

A few young men rushed over, holding a knife and a pickaxe to smash Lin Jun's Land Rover.

"Come, come, come, you go forward!" Lin Jun sat in the car and waved his hand.

"Fuck you!"

The young man stepped forward with a knife.

"Smack!"

Lin Jun sat in the car, grabbed the other party's neck collar, held the imitation June Fourth in the car with his left hand, and smashed the opponent's head several times with his head and face.

"Hulala!"

The crowd exploded.

"Come on, what are you running?!" Lin Jun scolded with his eyes crossed.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the sound of surrounding police cars sounded, and the corner of the street glowed with red and blue.

"Let's go, let's go!" Liu Wei shouted at his own people.

"Let's go!"

"Stop fighting, let's go!"

When the two sides saw the police car coming, they each beckoned their companions to flee in all directions.

"Take my car!"

Lin Jun shouted at everyone.

"Bang dang, bang dang!"

Zhang Shizhong, with a big head, and Luo Bingxu rushed over, and then got into the car, while Liu Wei drove the Jaguar and led the other brothers away.

"Are you alright?"

Lin Jun sat in the car and asked Luo Bingxu.

"It's okay, brother, it's okay......!" Luo Bingxu covered the knife on his chest with a tissue.

"Go forward!" After Lin Jun greeted Zhang Shizhong, he continued to say to Luo Bingxu softly: "Zeng Guomin is looking for someone!"

"Definitely!" Luo Bingxu nodded.

"Alas......!" Lin Jun frowned and sighed, then nodded and said, "Go back to the city first!"

……

Let's not mention the things in the car for the time being, but after the police arrived, Liu Wei drove a Jaguar, and a brother drove a Jetta in the back, and after the two cars started smoothly and escaped, the three people in the other car were stopped by the police as soon as they drove to the corner.

"Bang dang, bang dang!"

The three of them pushed the car door and were just about to run, when the four policemen on the opposite side held them down with guns and handcuffs, and the three or four vans on Wang Sanbao's side drove not far from the police, but no one stopped them.