This person who suddenly appeared and rescued him from danger was dignified and majestic, and it was the middle-aged man who kept him from being hit by a potted plant in Jinhua Villa yesterday. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In less than twenty-four hours, he had already been saved twice by this middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man showed a faint smile, bowed slightly at him, turned to face the gangsters, and said lightly: "Don't you know that when you are outnumbered and fight in a group, the most important principle is to capture the thief and capture the king first?" ”

His tone was smooth and warm, and there was a magical power that soothed people's hearts and uplifted their spirits, and people couldn't help but trust every word he spoke.

At this moment, Zheng Yichen forgot about the injury in his leg, and said with a smile: "You don't say that I really don't know, I love peace and rarely fight with people." ”

The middle-aged man said, "Then I'll give you a free lesson today." ”

Zheng Yichen clapped his hands and smiled: "Okay! Then I'll be happy to be idle, wait and see, well, the man with long hair and a dagger is the boss of this gang! ”

The middle-aged man's eyes burst out with a terrifying light, and he pointed at Haonan and asked, "Is that him?" ”

"That's right!"

As soon as Zheng Yichen's words fell, the middle-aged man leaned over and rushed towards Haonan, his movements were vigorous, like a cheetah that had found its prey!

When the middle-aged man arrived, the gangsters had already noticed the aura emanating from him, and they had some stage fright in their hearts, and they had already moved their minds to leave before the fight started.

This feeling is like a hen meeting a weasel, a mosquito meeting a frog, and a hawker meeting a chengguan.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side is a natural enemy-like existence!

Naturally, they gathered around Haonan, carefully guarded him, and asked with their eyes: Are you going to retreat?

Before Haonan could answer, the middle-aged man had already swooped in!

The little gangsters also forgot their fear for a while, and the top priority was to protect their boss, and they shouted loudly, and greeted the middle-aged man with weapons in their hands.

"Oops!"

"My hands!"

"My feet!"

"It's broken! It's broken! ”

The screams came and went, seemingly in order, but densely as if they were coming out at the same time.

The speed of the middle-aged man's forward rush did not stagnate at all, punching and kicking, the movements opened and closed, as fast as thunder and lightning, the little gangsters could only see the afterimage brought up between his fists and feet, and they couldn't capture the trajectory of the movement at all, and their brains had not yet turned around, and their bodies were already on the road!

Some wrists were paralyzed and could not exert strength, some of their lower abdomen were bombarded and flew backwards, and some of their bodies were unbalanced and fell to the ground.

Zheng Yichen had enough eyesight, and he could see it clearly behind him, and he was horrified: the moves were clean and neat, very practical, even if there were ten more gangsters, it was estimated that they would only be knocked down!

Compared to this person, he is simply a scumbag with less than five combat power!

Haonan was also frightened, stabbed out the dagger indiscriminately, unexpectedly stabbed in the air, suddenly the back of the neck tightened, the body was more than ten centimeters off the ground, it turned out that the middle-aged man who had been close to him grabbed the back of the neck with one hand, raised his arms, like a doll, was carried in the air.

The middle-aged man smiled arrogantly, his eyes were like electricity, staring at the moaning gangsters all over the ground, majestic and awe-inspiring, and the momentum was incomparable.

He turned his head and glanced back at Zheng Yichen: "See?" This is the capture of the thief and the king! ”

On the other hand, Haonan has long since lost his arrogance at the beginning, like an ugly clown, his limbs are moving, so funny, he feels that the hand pinched on the back of his neck is like an iron hoop, strangled uncomfortable, it seems that he can still hear the sound of his neck bones creaking, he can't bear this pain, tears and snot fall together, and he begged for mercy loudly in his mouth: "Please...... Please, put down my ......"

Zheng Yichen was convinced, the situation that he couldn't fight hard was solved by the middle-aged man in three or two, his eyes lit up, he applauded loudly, and applauded desperately.

The middle-aged man shouted, his arm turned in a circle, and Haonan's body flew around, thinking that he was going to be thrown out, and screamed in horror.

The next moment, he was so frightened that he was lightly placed on the ground by the middle-aged man.

At this time, where does he still have a glorious image of a troubled boy?

With a pear blossom on her face, frightened eyes, and a pale face, she is a frightened little girl!

"It's over, the prestige I have accumulated over the years is completely ruined at this moment!" Hao Nan noticed the disdainful gaze cast by his subordinates on him, and his heart was cold!

What made him even more angry was that the pheasant, sitting outside the door, unscathed, looked at him with mockery in his eyes, as if to say: With your guts, you dare to say that you are Haonan?

Hao Nan endured the ridicule of these subordinates, a nameless evil fire rushed straight to his head, and his hatred for the middle-aged man was incomprehensible, his eyes flickered, his head was lowered, and he pretended to touch the painful neck, waiting for an opportunity to move.

After the middle-aged man put him down, he didn't look at it, and turned directly to face Zheng Yichen, his back was exposed.

Golden opportunity!

Hao Nan's heart was snickering, a vicious light flashed in his eyes, and he stabbed straight with his arm: as long as he was stabbed this time, he would be able to save his lost face!

This is a blow that is bound to be won, and it still stabs in the air!

The middle-aged man seemed to have eyes behind him, his body turned around, dodged the dagger's attack, and his arm stretched out again, like a magnet at the positive and negative poles attracting each other, accurately, grabbing the back of Haonan's neck.

Haonan's body rose high and fell heavily, only to hear a loud bang, his whole head hit the floor, and the blood in his eyebrows did not stop, adding a touch of fierceness to the painful and distorted face.

The middle-aged man pressed Haonan's body to the ground, and his tone was flat: "Playing sneak attack in front of me?" It's too tender, Lao Tzu is the ancestor of sneak attacks! ”

Hao Nan reversed his previous decadence and horror, his face was resolute, and he said viciously: "Don't talk nonsense, you will kill me if you have a kind!" ”

As soon as this sentence was spoken, it immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the subordinates saw that their boss was so tough, and they resumed their previous reverence and worship for him, and they all opened their mouths to support Haonan.

"Brother Nan, wait, we will definitely save you!"

"Brother Nan, you really deserve to be our boss, good job!"

"Hey! Hurry up and let our boss go, or he'll kill us all!" ”

Of course, they just shouted slogans, no one dared to rush up, seeing the power of middle-aged people, their legs were weak, where could they still move their steps?

The pheasant looked a little disappointed, and secretly scolded in his heart: "What an old slippery head, I know that that person will definitely not kill him, at most he will suffer a little bit of flesh and skin." Specializing in pretending to be a tough guy to save face, it seems that I only have the life of being a second master! ”

The middle-aged man was expressionless, picked up an iron rod from the ground, and said lightly: "Do you think I won't dare to kill you?" ”

"Humph! You kind of ......" Haonan didn't finish speaking, and with a miserable scream, the middle-aged man hit him on the thigh with a stick!

Before everyone in the field could react, the middle-aged man looked calm, his eyes did not blink, his hand rose and fell, and there was a muffled sound, hitting the landing point of the first stick, impartially!

Haonan opened his mouth wide, his face turned red, and he seemed to want to scream, but it was so painful that he couldn't make a sound.

It turns out that a person is in extreme pain, and he can't even scream!

Immediately after that, there was the third stick, and then the fourth stick......

The shadows of the sticks fell like raindrops, and each stick used the same force to land on the same landing point.

The iron rods collided with the leg bones, and the muffled sound was much more terrifying than any sound in the world, and everyone present was stunned and unable to move.

Zheng Yichen frowned slightly, looked at Haonan's thigh bone that had been bent into a "V" shape, and secretly thought: "This leg, I'm afraid that it will be crippled for life, it has been broken into slag, even if it is called an orthopedic saint like Nie Lao, it can't be in the right bone position!" This person...... It's so ruthless! ”

He deeply realized that beating people like this is much more difficult than killing people with a knife.

Murder can sometimes be a momentary mood, and the person concerned will be afraid and regret it afterwards.

But he can not change his face, shoot steadily, and completely cripple a person, which proves that the person who shot is a kind of contempt for life!

Treat human life as a mustard, like a dog, like nothing!

When Sister Yun saw the middle-aged man hit the second stick, the whole person shrank into the corner, buried her head between her legs, covered her ears with her hands, her body trembled, and she didn't care.

When the gangsters saw the middle-aged man's ruthless methods, their scalps were numb and their backs were cold, and they understood why they had a grotesque sense of seeing natural enemies just now.

These people, on weekdays, just make small fights, fights and make trouble, injure people and cause disabilities, are also commonplace, and for a long time, they have also developed a kind of hooligan and ruffianism.

But what emanates from the middle-aged man is an undisguised murderous aura, which is a kind of murderous aura that only people who roll in the pile of dead people and kill without blinking an eye can have!

Fierce and ruffian, against the genuine murderous spirit, can there be good fruit to eat?

The middle-aged man was tired from the fight, so he threw away the iron rod casually, shook his wrist joints a few times, and kicked the unconscious Haonan to the gangsters.

He said lightly: "You can get out, if you dare to come here to seek revenge, this person ......" He pointed at Haonan, "It's your example!" ”

The thugs nodded desperately, crying and mourning, packed up the weapons scattered all over the place, and lifted Haonan's body, as if fleeing, only hating their father and mother for having two legs and running away.

This encounter brought a great shadow to them, and since then, they have washed their hands in the golden basin, retired to the rivers and lakes, and obediently returned to the legitimate profession of fruit sellers, butchers, and locomotive maintenance workers.

After the middle-aged man saw the group leave, he changed his smiling face, his murderous aura dissipated and was invisible, no different from ordinary people, he leaned down, helped Zheng Yichen to a chair and sat down, rolled up his trousers, looked at the bruised wound, and frowned: "It seems that it has been difficult for you to move around these days." ”

Zheng Yichen stretched out his hand to caress the wound, grinning in pain, he didn't hear the bone rubbing sound, and said, "It's okay, the bone hasn't broken yet, at most it's cracked." ”

He said to the middle-aged man, "Thank you for saving me twice!" My name is Zheng Yichen, haven't asked for advice yet? ”

The middle-aged man showed a rather charming smile: "My surname is Wei, Wei Dao Tang!" ”