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Zhang Yang stood in the rain and threw his umbrella aside.

Raindrops hit me drop by drop.

Zhang Yang looked at the crowd slowly pouring into the alley, and nodded silently.

Fourteen people.

"Xiaosuke, do you have any suggestions?"

"The current cumulative duration is 472 hours, and it is recommended to exchange for Ba Song, who was born in the Muay Thai ring and later became a mercenary, with an exchange ratio of 42 seconds."

Now the proportion of exchanging the original "Chixi" has reached 52 seconds and 42 seconds, which shows that this Ba Song is much stronger than him.

"Redeem."

glanced back, turned his head, looked at the smiling faces and playful and cruel eyes in front of him, and publicized the tyranny and anger that had nowhere to vent for more than ten days, with the darkness and coldness that belonged to Ba Song, like a cold volcano, little by little, gushing out......

A few steps away, Jin Xiong looked at Zhang Yang with a sneer, and was about to speak, but Zhang Yang had already raised his steps and walked towards them.

Jin Xiong was slightly stunned, but then his eyes were slight, seeing his eyes, the young man on his right hand suddenly stepped forward two steps, and swept the iron rod to Zhang Yang's arm without hesitation: "Fuck your mother's ......"

A heavy buzz!

Grasping the iron rod in his hand, Zhang Yang's eyes suddenly became cold, and his right foot stepped on his left knee like a heavy hammer, the moment he half knelt down, Zhang Yang's left hand grabbed his wrist along the iron rod and twisted it out, and his right hand picked up the fallen iron rod.

The screams of a broken wrist had barely come out, and he knelt sideways, but an iron rod swept from the front.

With a loud tooth-aching sound, the iron rod smashed across his mouth, and the upper and lower rows of teeth, along with his lips, instantly became a smash.

Heart-rending whimpering whimperes rang out with extreme fear, and the thirteen faces turned white almost at the same time. Zhang Yang let go of his hand and threw him aside.

"Can't speak...... Just don't say it. ”

The thirteen people who were still standing suddenly felt a little chilled. Although I have seen the tragic situation of six people before. But it was definitely not as direct and cold as it was to witness it in person.

"Up! Let's go together! Jin Xiong roared violently.

With this roar. Everyone roared and rushed forward.

The alley was only three people wide, and with no room for each other to swing their clubs, at most two people could attack him at the same time.

……

An iron rod flashed sideways, and the iron rod in his right hand suddenly swung out, directly meeting another iron rod, and in the deafening symphony, the opponent's mouth was in sharp pain. The iron rod flew backwards and slammed into his face, spurting blood from the bridge of his nose.

The bright blood mist suddenly bloomed in the rain, Zhang Yang's red eyes became more and more bloody, the iron rod in his hand trembled sharply, and the sense of fullness produced by the powerful collision was the best catharsis he dreamed of.

For a while, when the sound was endless, the iron rod in Zhang Yang's hand was only smashed with the iron rod they swung with all their might. Then he smashed the tiger's mouth and pulled the iron rod back.

Four more people fell, and the iron rod in Zhang Yang's hand was already bent. Throwing it out with his hand and smashing it on the head of one person, Zhang Yang rushed into the remaining seven people with his bare hands.

He took a step forward, flashed a bat that fell from his head, and smashed his elbow back heavily on the side of a person's head, and at the same time he instantly went limp, he violently kicked on the abdomen of a person in front of him, and the whole person flew out. Slammed into the broken dirt wall of the alley.

Hook, straight punch. Knee top, whip leg. He even broke his joints stiffly, and even stomped heavily on his arms or calves that were rolling on the ground from time to time.

The bright red blood color smeared in the rain, and then slowly gathered into a pale red stagnant water......

The whole alley was full of terrible screams.

……

The rain hit the tin bucket one by one, and the humming of gold and iron outside, and the mournful wail, in the drum-like heavy rain, became more and more thrilling.

Inside the iron bucket, the fishy smell did not make Su Yiqing frown, she just looked at Zhang Yang who kept waving her fists in the heavy rain through the small hole on the side of the iron bucket that was corroded.

Slightly stunned, but more worried.

If it weren't for this little hole, if it weren't for watching Zhang Yang knock them down one by one, she would have rushed out long ago.

The heavy rain came down, looking at the rain without saying a word, just cold and cathartic publicity, she covered her mouth, but her heart was throbbing.

Finally...... What happened......

……

Including Kim Woong, only the last three remained.

The sinister smile on his face had long since disappeared, and only fear remained, and the madness of fear to the extreme.

Jin Xiong smashed down with a stick on the head, Zhang Yang didn't even dodge, he directly raised his arm to block his head, the moment he felt the pain in his arm bones, the hearty pleasure also rose suddenly, his right hand grabbed a person's collar like an iron claw, and then pressed the back of his neck, and a fierce knee fell on his chest.

The crisp sound of bones breaking, with the sudden spurting of blood mist, was completely fainted as soon as it was dark in front of him.

threw his limp body directly at Jin Xiong, and while he staggered to the ground, Zhang Yang's arm stood up, and he smashed the last bat in two.

The young man with long hair looked at the bat that was only half left in his hand, and then looked at Zhang Yang, who was staring at him like a killing god, and the blood on his face suddenly faded clean.

"Die!"

The young man's face suddenly went crazy, and he waved a half-volley bat and landed on Zhang Yang's head.

The left hand clasped his wrist precisely and folded inward, and the right hand gently took the bat in his hand, slammed it in, pushed him against the wall, and then held the bat with his backhand that had broken out of the sharp stubble, and in his desperate eyes, slammed into his right arm, which was being held.

In the extremely hoarse howl, Zhang Yang let go, let the bat deep into his biceps, and slowly slid to the ground with a frightened and frightened expression.

Jin Xiong, who had just gotten up, was like a ghost, the madness and anger on his face had long been lost, and his face was pale, and he used his last courage to turn around and run away.

Zhang Yang picked up an iron rod and threw it out with a roar.

The spinning rod slammed into his back knee, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.

Zhang Yang carried an iron rod and walked towards him.

He turned over and looked at Zhang Yang, his hands behind his back, and slowly stepped back.

Zhang Yang stepped forward, his right foot was subconsciously raised, and the iron rod in Zhang Yang's hand hit the rain, fell on his shin bone with a bang, and stepped on his chest in his scream.

"Why are you so annoyed......

With red eyes, he slowly raised the iron rod......

"Publicity!"

With an anxious drink, Zhang Yang's crazy anger suddenly cleared, and he quickly let Xiao Zhu lift the simulation, and his eyes slowly became vivid......

"Publicity!" Pushing the iron bucket away, Su Yiqing ran to him.

Zhang Yang turned his head, looked at her worried eyes, and wanted to reach out for her to pick up the hair that was messed up by the rain, stretched it halfway, and quickly retracted the bloodstained hand back.

But she was held on to by her.

She looked at Zhang Yang, and tears flowed out of her eyes.

"Publicity."

"Do you hurt?"

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