"What? O thief! ”

Just as Niu Ying was about to push the bicycle away, a gangster with dyed yellow hair and studs walked out of the video store and shouted at Niu Ying. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hehe, stealing my bicycle doesn't say hiding it, just swaggering here, what, you still want me, the bitter master, to take the ransom?" Even Niu Ying, who didn't coax these gangsters in his previous life, is now a person who has died once, let alone cowardly!

"Yo he, you're very capable, get out of here, make a mess here, be careful of pumping you!" As he spoke, the bastard pulled out a long lock from the bicycle next to him, ready to fight.

Niu Ying smiled and pushed the cart to leave.

"Who told you to push the cart?" As he spoke, he raised the lock and slammed it at Niu Ying's back.

"Missing three, you stole someone's bicycle and were found by someone, why, you don't allow someone to push it away?" Seeing the two people who were about to fight, the fat man walked out, took a cigarette and handed it to the thugs.

"Go and go, don't make a mess, go back to your Internet café, brothers don't mess with you to give you face, don't put gold on your face!" Missing three said fiercely to the fat man.

The fat man scratched his head in embarrassment.

And Niu Ying, who flashed the lock, was a little angry, if he pulled out of his body at this time, he would not leave a trace of blood, and this attack was too ruthless.

Caught up with the gap when Missing Three raised his hand to wave the strip lock, raised his foot and kicked it, and it happened to kick Missing Three's stomach.

Niu Ying dared to swear, although this kick was not kicked at random, but it only added a little bit of strength, with his own strength to pull out the toon tree, it is estimated that this thing will not be able to bear it.

But the missing three spit out red lumps, and in the fat man's frightened expression, he smashed the floor-to-ceiling glass of the video store and rushed in.

"Hehe, it seems that the strength of the envoy is a little too strong!" Niu Ying smiled embarrassedly at the fat man.

The fat man swallowed, "Big·· Big brother, have you practiced? ”

"Crop handles!" Niu Ying was a little worried, don't kick someone to death, otherwise it won't be wronged at all if you eat a gun again this time.

The fat man nodded, and hurriedly said, "Run, it is estimated that three lungs are missing..."

"Grass Nyima's, who hit it!!" As the missing three landed, more than a dozen people rushed out of the video store, and a few others were holding things like sticks and knives in their hands.

The fat man shrank back in fear.

"Fatty, draft mom, you're here to stir up trouble, aren't you? Do you think that even that female cousin can protect your broken net? Believe it or not, I'm going to smash it for you now? A bastard with dyed blue hair stepped out, a huge roaring wolf head tattooed on his bare upper chest.

"I did it! It's nothing to do with fat people! ”

"You? Are you still stirring up trouble like this? The blue-haired thug tilted his head and glanced at Niu Ying, "Rokujo, go teach him how to behave!" ”

Six were a little thin, 1.7 meters tall, and as soon as they walked out of the team with a steel pipe in their hands, they smashed towards Niu Ying's head.

Wo Cao, it's all so ruthless! Not to mention the concussion, even the sequelae are possible!

I don't know why, Niu Ying looked at the steel pipe falling from Liujo's hand, why was the movement so slow? Then it's just a side kick.

Rokujo didn't spit out the red lumps, but the end was the same as the missing three, wiping the broken glass on the ground and flying into the video store, with blood marks on his back, shoulders, body and face, and wailing in his stomach that had been kicked.

"Grass, Lian Jiazi? Brothers on it together!! ”

Lan Mao said and waved the cleaver in his hand and rushed towards Niu Ying, and the posture was eager to chop Niu Ying into offal.

The video store is not far from the intersection, and fortunately it is not a market, but as the afternoon approaches, there are more fruit vendors on the streets.

"Fighting, fighting..."

"Cutting people... Help..."

"The police are coming..."

Watching a group of thugs beating up a young man, the enthusiastic uncle and aunt didn't even care about the stall, and ran away, as for what police are coming, whoever loves to believe it will believe it.

Last time, Niu Ying estimated that he touched the toon tree, and estimated that his strength was far beyond his imagination, because he didn't make much effort at all, looking at the gangsters who came up, Niu Ying didn't say a word, picked up the bicycle and waved it.

As for the fat man on the side, uh·· It's long gone...

The word fight has never been unfamiliar in Niu Ying's life dictionary, in his previous life, there was a period of time when he was very difficult, so he had to go to the construction site to move bricks and shovel cement. At that time, the construction site was just a small contractor in the countryside, and I don't know if it was because of the protection fee or because the work offended the competitors. Fortunately, there was a migrant worker surnamed Yang on the construction site, who made an ancestral Yang family gun, holding a wooden pole that removed the shovel head, and brandished it was called a sharp rope, what rainstorm pear blossoms, what wind and clouds rotated, what guns came out like a dragon, no matter how many gangsters came, all put down. Back then, the young and enthusiastic Niu Ying was greatly excited, buying wine and meat, serving water and tea, handing cigarettes and gifts, and all kinds of means came out.

Now Niu Ying is indeed Zamabu, but in this hand, he is shaking the bicycle with his eyes closed, learning Brother Long's voice, imagining that this is the spear in his hand, and directly entering the realm of no gun is better than a gun, clanging one after another to resist the beaten sticks, and the occasional rotating tire can also inadvertently rub the little arms and legs of the gangsters. It's miserable!

In less than two minutes, Niu Ying, who was wielding a bicycle, could no longer feel the shock of the metal collision, and curiously glanced around, there was no one on the whole street, oh, there were a few bear children on the roof in the distance watching the excitement.

The gangsters fell to the ground, and their originally neat bodies were not covered with tire prints, and their originally fashionable hair became a messy bird's nest, and they were like non-mainstream beggars, each covering their injured parts and wailing.

"Brother, hold on, my brother brought someone here!!"

At this moment, the fat man's rough voice came from around the corner, and a group of young men with sticks and even rolling pins ran over, and even a middle-aged man with a pig-killing knife.

"This..."

Looking at the gangsters who fell to the ground and wailed, the fat man and the people who rushed to the ground were all dumbfounded.

"Look, I'll just say it, my brother is a practitioner, how can this group of cowards on South Street be taken into the eyes of my brother!" The fat man said excitedly to the people behind him, that look, proud and proud, as if Niu Ying was really his own brother.

Niu Ying kicked away a gangster at his feet, his eyes flashed, and he found that a light blue ticket fell out of the gangster's pocket, Niu Ying bent down and picked it up and saw that the grass was actually a hundred yuan yuan! Niu Ying's mind turned, and he immediately understood that the red Grandpa Mao had just been released, and the replacement had not yet been completed in this remote area.

Niu Ying quietly stuffed the money into the pocket of his coarse cloth pants, isn't there a saying that money doesn't take bastards.

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