"Oh? I'm not here for a wine tasting, though. Tang Yulan took a sip of wine, squinted his eyes, looked at everyone in the room lazily, and said angrily: "Insert the missing person notice, I'm looking for Zong Bai." The body is shriveled and ugly, if you know where he is, please contact me quickly, there will be a reward, and you can also provide useful clues, and there will be a reward. ”

After saying a word, everyone felt that the air in the room seemed to freeze, as if a boulder was pressing on their hearts.

Tang Yu's blue right foot kicked the round table in front of him, and there was blood between his toes. His eyes widened, and two cold and calendar flashes faintly shot out of his pupils, and he asked lightly: "What, no one understands the missing person notice?" ”

"Bang dang!" The two men on the left and right of the table gasped and took two steps backwards, bringing the seats under their butts upside down.

The naked man was sweating, and he woke up more than half of his wine, and he also retreated again and again, looking at Tang Yulan vigilantly.

Tang Yulan's expression was relaxed, and his speech seemed very casual, which was in stark contrast to the people in the room who were waiting for him and were nervous.

Tang Yulan took two more sips, drank the remaining small half bottle of liquor, and threw away the bottle casually.

"Whoa!"

The sound of the wine bottle shattering spread, and everyone's nerves trembled violently.

The man who rubbed the long knife trembled, shook the rag in his hand violently, got up from the bed, and shouted: "Alarm, alarm quickly!" Hurry up! ”

These two screams woke up the people in the room who were still stunned, and they woke up like a dream, and their hands and feet began to move neatly.

Some of them were busy injecting strengthening drugs, while others took out their weapons, but there were more cold weapons, and there were no pistols or electric batons or anything like that.

The strength of the Tattoo Commander is already very strong, and the use of steel swords is more conducive to bringing out the combat power of their front.

Other tattooers hurried out and shouted at the throat of the male duck, "I'll call someone." ”

"You're going to call someone? Are you going to call Zong Bai? That's for the best! Just what the doctor ordered. However, if you don't call Zong Bai, but call a group of thugs, then I advise you, it's better not to go! Sue you, killing is no fun for me. Tang Yulan shrugged his shoulders, like a teacher teaching students step by step, and said, "Why don't you think about it again." I'm giving you a chance to learn from your mistakes and become a new person. ”

He spoke in a serious and sincere tone, not intending to insult them. However, when it fell into the ears of everyone in the room, his words changed their taste, and they were completely different from Tang Yulan's original intention. The images of these people kicking the door, stepping on people, and making threats against him have not yet been erased from their memories. The gap between what he did and what he said was farther than how many somersaults Sun Wukong tossed, which play was he singing? A combination of fists and kicks, plus a verbal fight? Do you have to insult everyone at the last minute?

I really want to slap my face, and I've never seen such a beating.

The people in the room were ashamed and angry.

The shirtless man was also a person with a bit of force and status, where could he stand such humiliation, roared, strengthened his courage, took two steps forward, and kicked the triangular wooden table.

"Bang!"

When the wooden table exploded, his toes were like iron hammers, and he poked at Tang Yulan's chin fiercely.

Tang Yulan's body flashed back slightly, took a step back, and stood there rubbing his nose with his hand.

The man's right foot kicked in the air, the force could not be controlled, and when he fell, he smashed the floor, and a strong wind stirred up the room to stir up the playing cards, like a goddess scattering flowers, and the strong wind also shattered the glass bottle containing the fine liquor, and the aroma of wine immediately permeated every corner of the room.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance, I gave you a chance." Tang Yulan had a hint of regret in his tone.

The man who wiped the knife ignored Tang Yulan's words and shouted excitedly. "**Him, Ice Pattern!"

The man known as the Ice Stripe heard the help of his companions, his morale soared, his mouth roared wildly, the tattoo on his chest became more and more brilliant, and his ankle twisted, tearing open the mouth of the toad. Immediately after that, an uppercut smashed the playing cards scattered in the air, and went straight to Tang Yu's blue door, and there was a faint cold steaming on his fist.

Tang Yulan was slightly startled when he saw the faintly steaming cold, and immediately understood that it was not this man who had mastered the rules and could create cold. This is just a special effect of tattoos, and the difference between the two is like a bright moon and a firefly, which cannot be compared. Before the straight punch arrived, he stepped back half a step slightly, dodging the man's straight punch.

The ice-streaked man leaned forward, and when he shook his shoulders, he could faintly hear a thunderclap between the joints, and then, another straight punch smashed towards Tang Yulan's door.

When this punch was out, he was filled with an indescribable pleasure, like parachuting off a plane, or like reading a book to the climax, and the adrenaline rushed to unprecedented heights and excitement.

The speed of the fist exceeds the speed of the bullet out of the chamber and can reach more than four hundred meters in a second.

In other words, even if it's a human head, even if it's a stone, it can be smashed into gravel and powder.

The crowd around them looked terrified, and they didn't have time to open their mouths completely in horror.

Tang Yulan no longer hesitated at this moment, and swung his fist to meet him.

"Click!"

The first thing you hear is the cracking of bones. I only felt my fists flying in front of me, and I didn't know who the bone sound came from.

If you record it with a high-speed camera and then play it back frame by frame in slow motion, you can see that when Tang Yulan punches, the air is agitated, like the shock wave of a hydrogen bomb explosion.

Under this shockwave, the skin on the surface of the ice-patterned man's fist cracked inch by inch.

Immediately after, the two fists collided together.

The finger bones of the ice-patterned man were all broken, and Tang Yulan's punches were progressively stronger, and the ice-patterned man's muscles and flesh were shattered, and the flesh and blood on his arms were blurred.

Only then did the exclamations of the crowd ring. Looking at the ice-patterned man again, his right fist was completely gone, and the front half of his upper arm was also blurred with flesh and blood, and a broken bone was inserted obliquely from the flesh, and the fracture was clearly visible.

The ice-streaked man was stunned, he didn't feel that his arm had been broken at all, but his body shook uncontrollably, and a playing card fell on his shiny head.

Tang Yulan didn't stop doing anything, raised a kick, and kicked the ice-streaked man out.

The ice-streaked man was like a bowling ball being beaten out, and he knocked down two tattooed captains one after another in the rolling, and after his body hit the ground, he couldn't stop, and he slipped out more than ten meters away on the floor of the room, slamming into the corner of the wall, and the blood on his arm sprayed all the way, like a long cordon, shocking.

The tattooed man with a long knife in his hand, seeing his companion curled up on the ground covered in blood, couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, rubbed two steps, ran over, held the handle of the knife with both arms and waved it again and again, and the light like a match was like flowing water, slashing towards Tang Yulan's body one after another.

The blade tore through the air with a piercing "whoosh" sound.

Tang Yulan took a step back to the right, hooked and kicked his toes, and the sergeant who had been knocked down earlier smashed straight towards the knife-wielding man.

The man with the knife knew that there was no way to avoid it at this time, and it was too late to change the blade, so he simply raised the long knife and slashed it hard, the blade was sharp, and he cut the tattoo chief in half. After the blade's remaining force slashed into the ground, it splashed a string of sparks, cutting a gap five or six centimeters deep. With a twist of his wrist, the tip of the knife lifted up with dust, and he wanted to pick Tang Yulan in half from the bottom up.

If Tang Yulan retreats now, he may not be able to hurt him. But at this time, he did not advance but retreated, his leg hair could clearly feel the cold temperature of the blade, and he quickly raised a foot and kicked on the mandible of the man with the knife.

This qiē happened only for a short moment.

After Tang Yulan kicked the man, his body turned sideways, just avoiding the blade from above.

The long knife lost control and flew straight to the roof and inserted it into the roof, while the knife-wielding man was kicked and stunned, his eyes rolling.

The other sergeant who had been knocked down earlier got up from the ground, saw Tang Yulan's back to him, and felt that it was the perfect time to sneak up from behind at this time, and hit Tang Yulan's spine hard with his head.

Tang Yulan felt a breeze coming, and he didn't look back, he reached out to his back and grabbed his head, and with a hard blow, the tattoo chief fell to the ground, and his head hit the floor open.

"As I said before, killing is no fun for me. If you don't listen, you will insist on doing your own thing. In that case, I'll accompany you. However, they are all too slow, if they want to fight, you can come together. Tang Yulan looked at the few remaining people in the room, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold smile.

A screeching siren sounded.

A minute later, Tang Yulan grabbed the sheet from the collapsed bed, wiped the blood on his hands, and strode out.

He fumbled in his trouser pocket, took out an empty cigarette case, took out a crooked cigarette from it, and said, "Zhao Zilong, the savior of Changbanpo, and a white horse, Lao Tzu only has one cigarette left." He put it in his mouth, didn't light it, and walked slowly forward.

At this time, the outside of the corridor was already covered with tattoos, and they all looked very grim, as if they were facing a great enemy.

There were also some tattooers who came running, stepping on the loose wooden staircase, squeaking incessantly, and the walls seemed to be shaken off as they ran all the way.

Outside the western-style building, the patrolling tattoos cheered up and injected drugs one after another to strengthen them.

The searchlights on the roof of the building had all been turned on, and white lights swept around the courtyard.

The quiet night turned into a hustle and bustle in a short time.

Because it was at night, the sound traveled far and wide. Nearby residents were awakened by the disturbance and couldn't help but curse angrily.

There were a few drunken drunkards, and even thugs who were wandering around the streets, who came to trouble the doorman, who didn't bother to talk to them and cut off their heads.

Throughout the area, a thick bloody aura slowly spread......