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Several foreigners stepped forward to help the American up. A tall foreigner walked up to Xiang Left and said something loudly. Xiang Zuo didn't understand and frowned. Zhang Zhou shouted loudly: "He is Russian, he said he wants to fight you." Xiang left smiled and nodded.

The Russian man was a burly man, standing there like an iron tower. I saw him cross his fingers with both hands, move a few times, do a few chest expansion movements, and step by step forward.

Take a step back to the left and be on guard. The Russian clenched his hands into fists and walked step by step. A punch to the left hit him in the chest, and the Russian's chest was straightened, as if nothing happened, and he was shocked to the left and took a step back, and his palm ached faintly. The Russian smashed down with both fists at the same time, and with a short body to the left, both fists struck out at the same time, hitting the Russian in the armpit. The man roared angrily, retracted his arms, clamped his left hands, stretched out his hands, grabbed them to the left, threw them far away, and threw them to the ground. Ni Zhihui and the others who were watching all exclaimed.

Hearing the exclamations of the crowd, he gritted his teeth, struggled to get up, staggered his body, and walked forward step by step. The Russian smiled and struck out with a series of fists, as fast as lightning. Shaking to the left, dodging left and right, suddenly roaring, jumping up, and kicking out with both feet. The Russian covered his head with his hands, and those few kicks were hard in his chest. The Russian body shook, but he did not fall to the ground. To the left, the path has decayed and has fallen to the ground. The Russian threw a punch, dodged to the left, and fell to the ground.

Qin Xiaorou flew forward and blocked in front of Xiang Zuo. Zhang Zhou stepped forward and helped him to the left. The Russians pointed to the left and said something loudly. Zhang Zhou said in a low voice: "This bastard said that the Americans can't do it, the Chinese straw bales, and the Russians are the most powerful." Qin Xiaorou smiled coldly, pulled out of the stance, pointed at the Russian, and said loudly: "I'll fight you!" The Russian laughed, shook his head, and said something out loud. The foreigners behind him were laughing too. Qin Xiaorou didn't understand and looked at Zhang Zhou. Zhang Zhou whispered: "He said that he doesn't fight with women, Chinese men can't, women are not bad, he is reluctant." Qin Xiaorou was furious, gritted her silver teeth, and said loudly: "You, come!" ”

At this moment, a figure flew out in front of him, stood in front of the Russian, and looked at him coldly. I saw that he was wearing a mask on his face and a white coat with two big words written on it: China. Qin Xiaorou was shocked in her heart and said, "Who are you?" The man waved his hand, did not speak, and walked up to the Russian step by step, staring at him coldly. The Russians were furious by him and couldn't help but take a step back. The man lifted his hand to straighten the collar of his coat and stretched out a finger to the sky. The Russian couldn't help but look up at the sky, and suddenly his face hurt, and he was slapped hard, this palm was so heavy, the Russian's eyes were black, and the nosebleed for a long time.

The masked figure flickered, slapped the Russian as fast as lightning, and quickly returned to its place, as if it had never moved. The Russians came to their senses, roared, rushed forward, and threw a punch. The masked man made a mistake and dodged, pointing behind the Russian. The Russians were in a state of panic, and when they turned around, the masked man stepped forward like lightning, kicked him in the head, and with a thud, the Russian fell to the ground, holding his head in his hands, and screamed. At this time, there were many onlookers, and they shouted in unison: "Good! Well played! ”

The masked man pointed to the word "China" on his chest, clasped his hands into fists, and spun around. The word "China" is particularly conspicuous under the light. The crowd shouted in unison: "China! China! Suddenly, someone shouted, "Be careful! It turned out that the Russian came to his senses, got up from the ground, and kicked the masked man in the back. The masked man seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he didn't look back, and he turned around and kicked the Russian in the chest, which was so hard and accurate that the Russian took several steps in a row. The masked man didn't stop, turned around and flew up, punched him hard in mid-air, and smashed it on his head, the Russian screamed, and flew out several feet away at once, unable to get up again.

The onlookers shouted at a sky-high price: "Okay! Hero! Beat! The masked man pointed to the group of foreigners with his right hand, and his left hand held out his little thumb. The crowd laughed in unison.

At this moment, a man from among the foreigners came out, walked up to the masked man, spoke in stiff Chinese, and said loudly: "I, come, teach Your Excellency Kung Fu!" The masked man looked at him coldly with his hands behind his back.

The crowd shouted, "It's the Japanese, devils!" Someone shouted: "American devils, Russian old hairies, Japanese devils, there is no good thing, hit him!" The crowd shouted in unison: "Fight! ”

The Japanese bowed, took a step back, and with a thud, pulled out of the stance. The masked man held out a finger and hooked it. The Japanese screamed and rushed forward, palms in their hands, straight up and down, the wind howling. The masked man reached out, but took a step back. The Japanese man slid on his feet, swayed, and kicked the masked man. The onlookers exclaimed.

The masked man was kicked back several steps before he steadied himself. The Japanese sneered, restrained his stance, and glared at the masked man. The masked man took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, rubbed them vigorously, and walked towards the Japanese step by step. I saw him put his hands into fists, hanging in front of him, walking step by step, his feet sinking extremely steadily. The Japanese smiled, stepped forward, and slashed out with his left hand.

The masked man dodged sideways, grabbed his wrist with his right hand, and the Japanese struck him in the neck with the other palm. The masked man reached out and grabbed his right wrist, and the Japanese couldn't break free, and roared, and was about to lift his foot, when the masked man stepped on the instep of his right foot, and then chopped his left instep with the other kick, and the Japanese screamed. The masked man didn't stop, hit his head on the Japanese head, the Japanese screamed, the masked man hit the Japanese head again, followed by both hands, the Japanese broke his wrist, and then let go of his hand, floated away and looked at him coldly. The Japanese screamed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

These few rabbits rose and fell, and in just a moment, everyone opened their mouths wide, forgot to cheer, and no one made a sound.

The masked man knocked down the Japanese, and he didn't stop, he ran to a motorcycle on the side of the road in three or two steps, jumped into the car, and as soon as he started, he galloped away in the darkness of the night.

From beginning to end, the masked man did not say a word, not a word.

Qin Xiaorou came back to her senses and chased forward, only to see that the night was vast, the lights around her were bright, and the masked figure had long been gone.