Chapter 177: A fist bigger than the mouth of a bowl
"Smack!"
With a crisp sound, Zhou Xuping screamed, and he was already leaning in front of the counter with a chilling slap, and was directly beaten to the ground.
"Paralyzed, think it's great if there are more people?"
Without waiting for Zhou Xuping to fall to the ground, he scolded coldly, raised his foot and kicked Zhou Xuping in the stomach again.
"Poof......
Zhou Xuping suffered a chill, fell to the ground with a bang, foaming at the mouth, and was in pain.
"Brother Ping!"
Seeing that Zhou Xuping was knocked down by the cold heart, Huang Mao recovered from the horror, he shouted "Brother Ping", and then slashed his fist at the back of the cold heart: "Silly fork, grandpa will kill you!" β
After all, Huang Mao is a veteran of fighting, so his punch is very tricky, and it is precisely when he saw that Zhou Xuping couldn't turn around and defend himself at the first time.
He punched extremely fast, and before his words fell, his fist had reached the back of his heart's head.
"Humph!"
Feeling the strong wind at the back of his head, he snorted coldly, and he simply bent down and avoided Huang Mao's fist dangerously and dangerously.
In the next second, hunched over, he suddenly pounced on Huang Mao and hugged Huang Mao's legs.
"Up!"
With this muffled roar, Han Xin directly hugged Huang Mao whole.
βHe is like the overlord of Chu who carries the tripod, uprooting the yellow hair in an instant.
"Mom......"
Huang Mao never thought that Hanxin would be so fierce, and picked him up directly.
At the same time that he was so frightened that he screamed his mother, in a hurry, Huang Mao picked up his fist and was about to smash it into Hanxin's back.
However, he only had time to throw his fist when his cold head slammed into his chest like a jack.
"Bang!"
Huang Mao, who was knocked and rolled in his chest, was weak, and his fist hung down weakly.
"Jiao, your mother!"
At this time, another little brother seized the opportunity and suddenly attacked Hanxin from behind, and the beer bottle in his hand smashed on Hanxin's back.
"Bang dang!"
The beer bottle smashed on the cold bulging vest, like a stone, and shattered in an instant, and was scraped by the splashing glass stars, and the cold heart's back suddenly spilled blood.
"Ahh
Endured the sharp pain in his back, he roared coldly, and threw away the yellow hair he was holding on his body.
The sky swirled, and Huang Mao was thrown against the wall, and then slammed into the ground with a thud.
"Mom...... Ah......h
Curled up on the ground, Huang Mao was in pain, and screamed.
In the next second, Hanxin rushed to him like a chicken blood, and without saying anything, he raised his foot and greeted him.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
At first, Huang Mao covered his head and yelled, but soon, his roar turned into a cry begging for mercy, begging for mercy one after another.
Regardless of the cold heart, he endured the pain in his back, and only stopped kicking Huang Mao to burp.
"Whew!"
Seeing that Huang Mao lying on the ground did not move again, he stopped with a cold heart.
He bent down to pick up a bench, then turned to look at the other thugs in the field.
"Who attacked Lao Tzu from behind just now?"
glared at the five or six thugs who were still standing, and asked in a cold voice.
Seeing the method of beating Huang Mao with cold heart, the gangsters were already frightened. Don't look at them as ruthless people who eat with their fists on the streets of the market, but in the final analysis, they are just pretending to be fierce and ruthless, and if they really meet ruthless people, these little gangsters will immediately become cowardly rats and be slaughtered by others.
The scene of chilling the beating of Huang Mao was deeply reflected in the minds of all the gangsters present like a demon, they were so frightened that their hearts were furious, trembling all over, and their legs trembled like chaff, especially at this time, Hanxin was still holding a bench in his hand, like a god of war, who was not afraid?
Seeing that Hanxin was glaring at him, all the thugs immediately coaxed, looked at each other one by one, and finally all stretched out their hands to point at the thug who attacked Hanxin with a beer bottle, and even the thugs themselves couldn't help but point their fingers at themselves.
"Is that you?"
glared at the thugs who had attacked him, and asked in a cold voice.
"Big ...... Big...... Eldest brother...... I...... I was wrong......"
Glared at by the cold gaze, the little gangster's legs weakened, and he fell to his knees with a thud, his tongue trembled, his speech was blurred, and he said hesitantly: "I...... I...... I was wrong......"
"I said, I hate people sneaking up from behind the most!"
Staring at the thug who fell to his knees, the cold heart approached him step by step, and soon, he was standing in front of the thug.
The gangsters are kneeling, while the cold heart is standing, so, in this comparison, the cold heart is like the unattainable god of war, and the kneeling gangsters are like ants crawling on the ground.
"I ...... I...... I was wrong...... Big...... Eldest brother...... Exercise restraint...... Be merciful...... "The little gangster was really cowardly, he trembled and hugged his cold calf, and begged for mercy vigorously.
"Wrong you are paralyzed!"
Chilling scolded angrily, and the bench that was raised above his head suddenly slashed down.
"Bang dang!"
The wooden bench smashed on the thug's head, breaking it in two, and the thug's red-haired head was immediately opened, and blood gushed out, dyeing the red-haired hair even redder.
Two lines of blood ran down the thug's forehead and eventually converged on the thug's chin.
"Wow......"
The thug with unbearable pain held his head in his hands, his mouth full of yellow teeth opened exaggeratedly, and he screamed miserably.
"Bang!"
Han Xin had no intention of keeping his hand, and he lifted the half of the bench in his hand above his head and slammed it down again.
There was a muffled thud, and half of the bench smashed against the thug's vest.
"Click......"
With the crisp sound of the ribs being broken, the gangster's pupils suddenly shrank, and the red blood like a spider's web spread his pupils, and his body softened, and he tilted his head to the ground with a thud.
"Huh?"
Seeing this scene in his eyes, the other gangsters who shrank their heads and hid in the corner like Zhang Wenjing and the three girls were directly frightened, and their faces were ugly, as if they had eaten.
I don't know who started it, but suddenly, the thugs were about to escape from the Holy Church.
"Dio!"
Seeing the thugs running away, the half-bloodstained bench in Hanxin's hand suddenly flew out and slammed into the door.
The bench slammed against the wooden door, making a screeching sound.
"Mom!"
A few gangsters who had just had time to escape to the door saw the bench "falling from the sky", and they were all frightened, and they squatted down with their heads in their hands, and no longer had the idea of escaping.
Cold-hearted and cold-eyed swept Zhou Xuping, Huang Mao and others who were lying on the ground, and said coldly: "Take the stupid fork on the ground and roll again!" β
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! β
Hearing the chilling words, a few gangsters who were squatting at the door with their heads in their arms were like being amnestied, and hurriedly ran to help Zhou Xuping, Huang Mao and others.
In order not to be beaten, the gangsters were surprisingly fast, and in the blink of an eye, only three female saleswomen from the health pharmacy were left in Rensheng Hall, including Han Xin and Zhang Wenjing.
"I have never been against peer competition, but if anyone dares to use his crooked brain to compete by improper means, Lao Tzu will definitely not let him go!"
Swept the three girls coldly, coldly threw three packs of fake medicine at the feet of the three girls, and said, "Get out of here with these dirty things!" β
Zhang Wenjing and the other three women glanced at each other, and the other two women hurriedly picked up the fake medicine in a black plastic bag, presumably frightened, so the two women forgot that there was a difference between men and women, and hurriedly hid the plastic bag in the clothes on their chests in front of the cold heart.
Neither of them cared about anyone, so they picked up the plastic bag and fled.
"Huh?"
Seeing Zhang Wenjing squatting in the corner of the wall without moving, Hanxin frowned slightly, and couldn't help asking, "Why don't you roll?" β
"I ...... I...... I ......"
With both hands pressed into her trouser pockets, Zhang Wenjing's face was pale, her face was ashamed, and she hesitated for a long time before she could barely say three words: "Yes...... Sorry ......"
Hearing the apology of the childish girl on her face, she was slightly stunned, her eyes fell on the trouser pockets of Zhang Wenjing's hands, and she asked again: "Your pocket is also a fake medicine, right?" β
"Yes...... Yes......"
Zhang Wenjing covered her trouser pocket even harder, as if there was some treasure hidden in her trouser pocket, lest she be snatched by Hanxin, she said nervously and embarrassedly: "Han...... Cold Doctor...... Right...... I'm sorry...... Really sorry ......"
Seeing that Zhang Wenjing looked soft and weak, his heart was moved by compassion, and after thinking about it, he said, "Let's go!" β
Zhang Wenjing shook her head and continued to curl up and squat in the corner.
Seeing Zhang Wenjing shaking his head, he frowned slightly, and said, "I won't bother with you!" β
Gritting her teeth, Zhang Wenjing raised her head and looked directly at the cold heart, she didn't stammer for the first time: "Can I help you deal with the wound on your back?" β
"No need!" Hanxin shook his head slightly, and then began to tidy up the messy pharmacy.
"Then I'll help you sort it out!" Seeing that Hanxin was grinning in pain when he bent over, Zhang Wenjing hurriedly stood up.
Looking up at Zhang Wenjing, his eyes were facing each other, his cold face suddenly turned cold, and he blurted out a word: "Get out!" β
"I ......" was scolded by Hanxin in such a fierce tone, Zhang Wenjing was stunned at first, and then her eyes were full of tears, with an expression of wanting to cry, and she didn't know whether she was wronged or afraid.
"Alas!"
Seeing Zhang Wenjing's expression of wanting to cry in his eyes, Hanxin finally couldn't be ruthless, so after sighing slightly, he said to Zhang Wenjing: "You go quickly, if you let the people in your pharmacy know that you are helping in Rensheng Church, my work will probably be done!" β
Zhang Wenjing's heart suddenly warmed, and she couldn't help but ask: "Are you...... Are you concerned about me? β
"You can understand it that way!" Chill nodded.
"Thank you...... Thank you......" Zhang Wenjing suddenly burst into tears and laughed, she was like a little elf, turned around and ran out of the Rensheng Hall.
"It's just a child, but I'm forced by survival to do these things, alas!" Watching Zhang Wenjing's soft and weak back disappear outside the door, he smiled bitterly.
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Beijing, Zuojia, study.
"What? My second brother was beaten? β
A man who was two meters tall listened to the words of the old man sitting at the desk, his brows suddenly tightened, and his fist bigger than the mouth of the bowl slammed on the desk.
"Bang dang!"
The quaint, luxurious desk collapsed in response.
"Dare to beat my second brother, it's really looking for death!"
The man looked at the old man and asked in a deep voice, "Dad, who did it?" I'm going to destroy him now!" β