The mountain roads of Gyeonggi-do roared like rolling thunder, gathering more and more. Motorcycle streams continued to gather in all directions, merging into a stream, no one spoke, as if there was a tacit traction, heading towards the mountain.

Ten cars, a hundred, more and more gathered, and soon Park Chanyoung's camp was full.

Park Chan-young stood on the high platform, Dong Ji and Se-ho were on his left and right, behind them stood Daegen and others, and the cars of Goo Joon-ho and Lee Dong-hee were parked not far away.

"Brothers, there's nothing to say, Brother Nine is waiting for us, let's do things first! Come back and drink!"

The exhaust pipe roared, as if to answer, as if to announce.

Park Chanrong jumped down from the high platform, rode a Harley head, and formed a zigzag 'head' with Dong Value and Shi Hao, and rushed to the 'Mingjun Commodity Factory' with hundreds of people!

……

And by this time, the battle here has come to an end.

Three minutes ago, the onlookers looked at Ah Jiu as if they were looking at a fool, but now, these three minutes are imprinted in their memories.

Time returned to Wu He and turned around and ran.

Just after running a few steps, he heard Ah Jiu's shout, and when he looked back, he saw that he had rushed into the crowd and couldn't lift his legs. Gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, picked up the crowbar in his hand and rushed back again.

"Master, I'm here!"

"Stand and watch! Don't get in the way!"

"Uh, it's ......" Wu He's momentum froze, and he lowered his eyebrows and walked to the corner.

He found that Ah Jiu didn't need help, and he really didn't need to. I saw him let out a 'Bruce Lee-style' strange scream, it was really like Bruce Lee possessed, the two nunchucks were picked up and turned like the wind, and everyone who was close to one meter screamed and fell and couldn't get up. It looks like the most clumsy action movie in martial arts. It gives people a sense that the trick is too unprofessional.

Everyone was stunned, Park Myung-jun looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, and subconsciously rubbed his eyes. He really couldn't believe that this was something that people could do, Zhang Jihe almost peed his pants, and took advantage of the fact that no one noticed him, took a few steps back and blended into the lively gamblers. He saw it clearly, the reason why Ah Jiu was able to defeat the enemy with one move was to use the tricks of the next three ways, who could stand the stick and the broken egg. His tools are not very good in the first place, and if you do it again, it will be completely over, what about the happiness in the future?

Three minutes, just three minutes. Park Myung-jun's dozens of younger brothers all became disciples of the Wudang Sect and fell to the ground wailing. The onlookers had already retreated more than a meter, for fear of getting into trouble. Only Park Myung-jun was left standing alone on the spot with a bewildered face. There is no one left or right anymore.

Looking at Ah Jiu again, it seemed that he had just warmed up, and he was not tired at all, he stretched his arms, and his angular muscles stretched out, showing off his dazzling male beauty.

Ah Jiu threw the nunchucks in his hand, smiled and walked towards Park Myung-jun, about to speak. Suddenly, Park Myung-jun raised his hand, and suddenly the sound of cold air was soaked. Voices of surprise rang out.

Park Myung-joon was holding a gun in his hand, a pistol, although he couldn't see the model, but judging from the metallic luster, it should be a real gun.

"Stop!" Park Myung-jun's eyes flashed with an abnormal light, bloodshot: "I've heard about you." You are indeed very capable of fighting. He smiled sarcastically: "So what, I have a gun in my hand! Now, I'll let you kneel for me!"

Ah Jiu didn't stand still, still approaching. Park Myung-joon became excited and shouted, "What are you doing?!I'll let you stop! You think I won't dare to shoot?!"

Ah Jiu turned a deaf ear. Keep going.

Park Myung-joon shouted, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes with the gun in both hands, 'Bang!', the gun went off. The crowd hula-la-la-squatted in a large area, all trembling with fear.

Park Myung-joon was also scared, although he had a gun, but the role of this gun was actually to scare people, he didn't dare to shoot, let alone kill. The head was hot just now, but not only did not solve the opponent's excitement in the slightest, but he was worried about whether he killed Ah Jiu, if he really killed someone, even if he was the boss now, he had to prepare to run away immediately.

But when he opened his eyes, Ah Jiu was close at hand, he was completely stunned, and his brain crashed. At a distance of less than two meters, a blind man can also hit, how can he be fine?

Ah Jiu slowly raised his arm, and everyone noticed that his hand was clenched.

A spine-chilling thought came to everyone's minds: "Did he catch the bullet?"

Ah Jiu laughed for no reason, Park Myung-jun completely collapsed, he couldn't hold the gun in his hand and fell to the ground, turning around and about to run. Ah Jiu grabbed the back of his neck and knocked his elbow on the back of Park Myung-jun's head, Park Myung-jun didn't even scream, rolled his eyes and fainted.

Ah Jiu looked at the onlookers, and the person who was swept by his gaze instantly retreated a meter.

"Guys, it's not right to gamble, put down your winnings, and you're good to go. ”

"Okay, good......" Everyone responded loudly, and without looking at how much money was in their pockets, they pulled out with a bang, and after a while, a small pile gathered on the ground. The person who paid the money only hated that he didn't have two more legs, and ran out as if he was dead.

Zhang Jihe also mixed in the crowd and wanted to run, but how could he escape Ah Jiu's eyes.

Ah Jiu put Park Myung-jun on the ground and sat down, called Wu He over, and pointed to Zhang Jihe in the crowd: "You go, give him a moment." ”

"Hmm!" Wu He nodded heavily, just after seeing Ah Jiu's heroic appearance, he had unprecedented confidence in martial arts, and he also felt that he could beat Zhang Jihe's weak chicken when he looked at it.

Wu He ran over and kicked Zhang Jihe's buttocks, and smashed the crowbar in his hand, Zhang Jihe didn't have time to look back to see who did it, and he fainted.

Wu He thought he had killed someone, and looked back at Ah Jiu: "Master, I, I, I ......"

"It's okay, it's just dizzy. Ah Jiu reluctantly smiled: "With your skills, you can still kill people?"

Wu He let out a sigh of relief, threw the crowbar in his hand, and came to Ah Jiu: "Master, did you really catch the bullet?"

"Nope. ”

"Then why are you okay?" Wu He was curious, and guessed randomly: "Is it the strength that changed the trajectory of the bullet?"

"It's not...... Don't ask!" Ah Jiu's tone was a little impatient: "You call Canrong and ask him to come over." ”

"Master, why do you let Brother Canrong go on a trip after the fight? Are you tired? It's okay, I can drive, I'll help you up......"

"Don't move!" Ah Jiu saw Wu He's hand coming, his hair stood up, and he hurriedly shouted, but it was too late, Wu He had already grabbed his arm.

A stream of blood splashed on Wu He's face, and Wu He was suddenly stunned.

Ah Jiu covered his abdomen: "I've been suppressing the wound with luck, and as soon as you touch me, the gong and gong are scattered......"

After saying that, his neck was crooked and he fainted, Wu He hurriedly touched his mobile phone to make a call, and the rumbling exhaust pipe burst came, and Park Canrong arrived with someone. (To be continued......)