The goatee staggered over with a red wine bottle, and the red wine bottle smashed down on the back of Lu Dexi's head.

Zhang Shun pushed Lu Dexi away and kicked on the belly of the goatee, the goatee fell to the ground, and the wine bottle in his hand smashed on the ground, cutting a lot of holes in his palm.

Zhang Shun didn't want to spend too much time here, grabbed the clothes on the shoulders of the goatee and lifted him up, and raised his hand to punch him in the face.

The three punches were firmly struck in the face, all in the same position, the goatee's face was opened, and he fell to the ground screaming, and the two girls who came with him screamed, and the two men rushed over with a curse.

Zhang Shun stepped back and entered, turned sideways and punched out, directly smashing into a person's chest, it was the move he made to deal with Wang Xiaohan, but this time he didn't retract his strength.

The strength of the two fists was too great, and the person who was hit spit out all the air in his chest with a "ho" sound, and flew three meters upside down and fell to the ground without moving.

The third man finally managed to throw a punch at Zhang Shun, Zhang Shun dodged easily, and before the man could throw a second punch, his elbow hit the bridge of the opponent's nose, and then the knee pressed against his lower abdomen.

Seeing this person kneeling on the ground and vomiting desperately, Zhang Shun turned around and whispered to Lu Dexi: "Get out of here as soon as possible, run as fast as you can, and change your nosy problem for me, a capable person is not even as good as a bear, let alone a hero." ”

Seeing Zhang Shun's serious look, Lu Dexi hurriedly left with a few classmates, Zhang Shun ignored the few people on the ground, squeezed through the crowd of onlookers and returned to the bar where Lu Dexi and they were just now, and directly pushed the door into the place where the bald man came out.

In less than a minute, the crowd of onlookers dispersed, the bar was full again, bottles of red wine and beer were served on the table, familiar pop music was played again, and a small pool of blood was left on the ground, which was soon trampled all over the street.

A few minutes later, Mr. Zhang came out of the room behind the bar, clapped his hands, and smiled charmingly at the charming proprietress who had chosen Lu Dexi here.

The proprietress threw a wink and continued to be busy, and Zhang Shun gently closed the door behind him. Inside the door, the bald man sat on the ground with his eyes rolled up, a square table around his neck, as if he was wearing ancient shackles, and the wall behind him was cracked in the shape of a spider web, slightly sunken.

There was also a man hanging on the hook of the coat behind the door, obviously tortured, with ten fingers twisted strangely, like phoenix claws soaked in formalin.

Walking out of this bar, Zhang Shun came to a very dimly lit bar, which was a two-story building, the first floor was a bar, and the windows on the second floor were covered by thick curtains, so it was impossible to see what it was doing.

This bar is very different from the next one, not only is it less crowded, but it is also full of men, and their expressions and words and actions alone can scare away ordinary customers.

Zhang Shun whistled into the bar, and the two people sitting in front of the bar immediately got up to greet him, and stopped in front of Zhang Shun with a hostile face, one with a pinch of yellow hair on his head, and the other wearing a nose ring on his nose.

Huang Mao looked at Zhang Shun with an unhappy face and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Zhang Shun shrugged: "I'm here to drink." ”

"Go somewhere else for a drink, this is a private bar." The nose ring reached out and pushed Zhang Shun.

"Somewhere else...... It's all full. Zhang Shun took a step back, but had no intention of leaving.

"Less bullshit, this is not the place for you to drink, get out." Huang Mao said viciously, and turned around to sit back at the bar.

"Why? I can't drink until you drink it? How can this be true? Zhang Shunxue said in Lu Dexi's language.

Yellow Fur turned around again, frowned and winked at the nose ring, which walked to the door and looked around, then turned around and shook his head.

"Damn, this kid doesn't look like he's drunk!" Huang Mao turned his head and said to the people around him, causing the people in the bar to laugh contemptuously.

"You're so stupid, if I can get drunk, what am I going to do in a bar? Go home early and go to sleep. Zhang Shun looked at Huang Mao as if he was looking at an idiot, and his words caused even more laughter.

Huang Mao was angry and glanced at the nose ring again, and the nose ring closed the iron door of the bar with a smile and stood guard in front of the door with his hands folded.

Huang Mao saw that the door was closed, scolded and raised his foot to kick Zhang Shun, his hand still in his trouser pocket, it seemed that he really regarded Zhang Shun as a second flute.

Zhang Shun just raised his hand to stop it, and Huang Mao fell down screaming, his nose ring was furled, and he looked at Huang Mao on the ground and asked, "Which play are you playing?" As soon as the words fell, Zhang Shun suddenly took two steps back and came to him, without looking back, his left hand waved back and hit his waist.

There was a sound of bones shattering, and the nose ring slammed against the wall on the right, and he fell down without a snort.

At this time, the people in the tavern saw that Zhang Shun was already wearing two black fist gloves on his hands, and then looked at Huang Mao's feet, the tibia of his right foot had been broken, and there was an obvious angle to the calf hanging in the air.

"Damn, it's really smashing." I don't know who shouted, everyone in the bar stood up, took out their respective weapons and called Zhang Shun.

The human body was as fragile as tofu in front of the fist gloves weighing fifty kilograms, and all the weapons that collided with the fist gloves flew out of their hands, and the two people who were behind screamed and dodged the weapons of their comrades in front of them, one of them dodged half a step slower, and was hit by the handle of a long knife and broke his ribs.

In just over ten seconds, all seven people were lying on the ground, and only two of them could moan, one of them was still the yellow hair.

There was a "click" sound, and the bartender stood behind the bar with a short shotgun aimed at Zhang Shun, his expression was grim, and at a glance he knew that this was not the first time he had pointed a gun at someone.

The gloves flew out of their hands, just as the gunshots rang out, and the bullet hit the gloves accurately, but it failed to change the flight trajectory of the gloves.

The first thing the gloves hit was the muzzle, which was flattened, the barrel bent, and the shotgun flew out of its hand and smashed into the liquor cabinet behind the bartender.

The wine cabinet shattered, countless bottles of high-end foreign wine fell, shattered, and the liquor splashed everywhere, and the bar was suddenly filled with a strong smell of alcohol, and the fist glove did not stop after smashing the shotgun, and hit the bartender on the right rib, causing him to also crash into the wine cabinet, knocking down more wine bottles.

"Alas!" Zhang Shun shouted, and after throwing out the boxing gloves, he picked up a person from the ground and blocked it in front of him, after all, it was a shotgun, and he couldn't block all the bullets with one boxing glove, and the reason he screamed was distress - too much wine was knocked off by the bartender.

Putting down the meat shield in his hand, Zhang Shun walked to the back of the bar, and with his mind, the fist gloves flew back into his hands, and put all the foreign wine that was not bad into the demon card, but these good things were to be brought back to the water monk.

The wine was only half filled, and the door of the corridor leading to the second floor was pushed open suddenly, and a man with a pistol came out of the cat's waist inside, and shot as soon as he saw Zhang Shun raise the gun.

Zhang Shun squatted behind the bar and continued to fill the wine, listening to the other party's movements with the sound of gunshots, he hoped that this person was a novice and would use all the bullets in one go, but unfortunately this wish was disappointed, the other party only fired four shots, broke three wine bottles, and never made any sound.

Zhang Shun raised his hand to block the fragments of the falling wine bottle, and was drenched with spirits on his face, and as soon as the wine was poured on his skin, his body changed.

Zhang Shun didn't feel it himself, and after being drenched in wine, the marks left by the acupuncture points on his body when they devoured each other reappeared, including the two tear-stained red lines.

Closing his eyes and listening attentively, Zhang Shun couldn't hear anything at first, but as the red marks on his body became more and more obvious, he could hear more and more sounds, the footsteps of the gunmen, the dripping of alcohol, the sound of walking upstairs, and even the beating of the second hand on the other party's watch.

"What's going on?" There was a loud roar from upstairs, which woke Zhang Shunmeng up, but this wakefulness didn't last for a second, and the disgust generated by this roar took over his consciousness, and Zhang Shunmeng stood up from behind the bar.

The person with the gun didn't expect the other party to appear so directly, and pointed the gun at Zhang Shun with an exclamation, this time he didn't pause again, and shot all the bullets in the magazine in one go.

A spark flashed in front of Zhang Shun, he didn't dodge, but raised his fist gloves to block the bullet, although his eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of the bullet, he could make the fist gloves block in the right position in advance according to the change of the opponent's muzzle, and even the recoil was taken into account.

After shooting the bullet, the man who came down from the second floor was still holding a gun and looking at Zhang Shun, he was frightened by Zhang Shun's face.

There is a huge red mark on both temples, two red tear streaks under the corners of both eyes, and obvious red dots on the center of the eyebrows, philtrum, cheeks, and ears, all of which are aligned left and right except for the dots on the midline of the body.

"You...... What are you? The man with the gun asked, trembling.

Zhang Shun didn't answer, his anger shifted all his anger to the pistol that made a loud noise, and a straight punch came over, hitting the barrel, hitting the hands holding the gun, and hitting the face of the gunman.

This punch condensed the strength and anger of Zhang Shun's whole body, and the pistol first hit the gun-wielder in the face with a few fingers, sinking deeply, and then the fist gloves also smashed into the face, directly hitting the pistol embedded in the face through the gun-wielding's head and shooting out from the back of the head.

Knocking down this person, Zhang Shun did not pause, turned around and walked towards the second floor, his expression was extremely indifferent, his pupils were black and shiny, and there was a faint red light.

The second floor was separated into three rooms, and Zhang Shun didn't care whether the door was locked or not, and directly smashed the door in a destructive way. The first door was shattered and empty, and in the middle of the room lay a metal chair surrounded by several simple floor lamps; The second door shattered, a man screamed and shrunk under a small double bed, Zhang Shun walked over and smashed it on the bed, the double bed was directly smashed in two, and a pool of blood was squeezed out of the bed.

The third door was broken, and a tall man stood in the corner, holding Xiao Ting in front of him with his left hand, and holding a pistol in his right hand aimed at her head, Xiao Ting's clothes on the upper half of her body had been torn to shreds, and her head hung weakly on her chest, swinging with the man's movements.