"Hey! You'd better go out on your own, or I'll have to throw you out one by one. ”

Xu Qing knocked the two axes and made a crisp metal clashing sound, which immediately attracted the attention of all the gangsters, and then shook the guy in his hand and stood by the door with a strange smile on his face.

"Damn, is it awesome to do kung fu? Brothers, cut him. It seemed to be the same person who gave the trumpet, but this voice undoubtedly aroused the courage of the thugs again, and they rushed towards the guy with his head held high.

Xu Qing frowned, and reached out to open all the doors of the concealed room, not because he wanted to smear oil on the soles of his feet, but because it was more convenient for him to go out in embarrassment.

The two thugs who rushed to the front were restrained by a strange force before they even had time to swing the machete in their hands, and then their bodies had a feeling of detachment from gravity, or delusion, until they were lying on their backs in the corridor outside, they didn't feel the pain, especially 'August 15', as if someone had stabbed a chrysanthemum with a javelin, it was a hot pain!

However, the first wave was the hardest to be thrown, because the angle position of the back was not much different, and the bottom two were crushed half to death, and in the end they fainted gorgeously.

Bang!

The moment the door was slammed shut, all the thugs who were thrown out of the door like garbage understood one thing, if the kung fu was high to a certain level, all kitchen knives and bricks would become floating clouds.

Xu Qing clapped his palm, stepped forward and unlocked Hou Zhiqiang's acupuncture points, this thing looked at the door almost sluggishly, his lips trembled a few times, and he said, "He Shang...... At...... B1 floor. ”

"Alas! It would have been fine if I had said no, but I had to toss. Xu Qing shook his head and sighed, opened the door and walked out, Hou Zhiqiang behind him still stared at the door blankly, and an indescribable sense of powerlessness surged in his heart, as if he had been hollowed out in an instant.

Bite!

The elevator door opened, and the thugs guarding the elevator door took a few steps back like a tide, and hundreds of thugs with knives in hand fanned around the elevator exit, their eyes fixed on the young man who came out of it.

The news that Xu Qing was upstairs with one enemy and ten had already spread downstairs, and another manager of the Jianghu Palace immediately made emergency arrangements, and all the guests in the hall were politely invited out, and more than 100 'knife boys' were also transferred.

Knife boy, as the name suggests, is a gangster with a knife, Brother Yao has its own set of principles, one of which is that trolls will not be easily used, and those who can be solved with blades should use blades as much as possible, and they must not use trolls unless they have to.

The movement of knives and sticks belongs to the internal contradictions of the people, and once the trolls are used, they will immediately rise to the contradiction between the enemy and ourselves, and the level touched is completely different. Brother Yao has always thought. The reason why the Liu family, who dominated Jiangcheng at the beginning, was destroyed was related to the weapons they used, and the mixed underworld also needed to be low-key, otherwise they would not want to mix for a long time.

Xu Qing walked out of the elevator door and stood scattered like this, the expression on his face was so calm that people couldn't figure it out, in the face of hundreds of knife boys, he would definitely not be an ordinary person, even the manager who transferred someone suddenly jumped in his heart, and quietly took out his mobile phone and dialed Brother Yao's phone.

"No need to call, I'm already here." A majestic male voice came from outside the door, and all the thugs were in high spirits.