Chapter 35: Bloody Scenes

A loud bang, accompanied by a large pit that suddenly appeared on the stage, instantly silenced the writhing black man.

After glancing at each other, everyone walked towards Zhang Qi's position, and although they didn't move, their faces had become cold.

Many people had already grabbed the wine bottle and the knife that was placed in the corner of the wall, just waiting for Zhang Qi to finish his last words and directly treat him as meat sauce.

Zhang Qi himself also has a bit of egg pain.

It's not that it's uncomfortable to be stared at by so many people, but it's that when I stand on the stage and look at the black group of black people below, I always feel like I've entered the primeval forest and broken into the orangutan nest.

Standing on the stage, he didn't want to say a word, pursed his lips and turned his gaze to a few female students in the corner.

"Which of you captured them?" Zhang Qi didn't have too much expression on his face, and his tone couldn't hear any fluctuations.

Zhang Qi's words made many people look left and right with a blank face, and after waiting for a long time, a few people finally came over, and the leader was as strong as a calf, with dark skin and chapped skin.

"You're going to give money." Also walked to the stage, the black strong man looked at Zhang Qi and said four words simply.

Even if the matter of giving money is over, if you don't give money, it will definitely leave Zhang Qi's life.

"Your mother doesn't need to give money." Zhang Qi replied with a sneer.

The surrounding black people were in an uproar for an instant, and then looked at Zhang Qi as if they were looking at a monster.

Many of the young blacks could not help but applaud for the first time they had seen someone challenge Hans's authority.

It has been a few months since the blacks came to Zhongshan and Linhai, and Hans has conquered all the blacks and become leaders with his strong body.

Today's Russian turntable was the idea he came up with, and several girls were naturally captured by him.

Listening to Zhang Qi's words, Hans's face obviously flashed a trace of anger, and he twisted his neck and made a crackling sound.

"Don't come out and toss your old bones and legs, and you'll break with a bang in a while." Zhang Qi took half a step back and gave up the ordinary platform to Hans.

Kill Hans first to extinguish their arrogance, and as for the next move, it is to hold the machete in hand and leave a thousand miles behind.

Of course, the main reason why they don't do it here is that there are many Chinese people around, and if it causes chaos, let alone the impact they cause, I'm afraid they won't be able to protect their safety.

After all, there are many young women in China who have been pinched by the black people's rough hands, and their breath is non-stop.

"What's your name?" Hans didn't understand Zhang Qi's words, and glanced Zhang Qi up and down, with a somewhat bloody look between his eyebrows.

It is no exaggeration to say that Hans's arms are half a circle thicker than Zhang Qi's thighs.

There was a huge contrast between the figures of the two people, Zhang Qi looked at the black man in front of him who looked like a calf and smiled disdainfully, but did not speak.

When he was on a mission in South Africa before, even the indigenous leaders there were not qualified to ask Zhang Qi's name, let alone the gang of miscellaneous people who had been smuggled into China.

"If you don't dare to speak, go back!" Seeing Zhang Qi motionless, Hans thought that the young man in front of him was frightened, and grabbed Zhang Qi's collar with a wave of his big hand.

He directly wanted to throw Zhang Qi out of the bowl like garbage, which could be regarded as adding a pre-dinner dessert to the performance for a while.

The audience stared intently, they liked Hans's violence, and the bloody scene seemed to ignite their innermost desires.

As for several Chinese women, they were trembling with excitement, Hans's muscles and majestic figure accelerated the secretion of their hormones, and their bodies were faintly hot.

Everyone was waiting for Zhang Qi to be thrown out, and Hans seemed to have seen the scene of the young man in front of him rolling out like a bowling ball, and a cold smile faintly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Smack......

Hans's big hand was less than a punch away from Zhang Qi's collar, but the next moment an unexpected scene made everyone stop cheering.

Zhang Qi, who had been motionless, raised his hand suddenly, and his slender arm grabbed Hans's thumb like a ghost, and gently pointed it to the right.

Hans seemed to be drunk, and his whole body fell to the right, but one of Zhang Qi's mouths made him stop his body in an instant, and he staggered back several steps.

Everything happened between lightning and flint, Hans made a move, Zhang Qi slapped one after another, and everyone didn't understand what was happening, only to see the left cheek of Hans, the god of war in their hearts, quickly swollen.

"I'll ask you again, who took them?" Zhang Qi squinted his eyes and looked at everyone in the audience again.

This time, no one ignored Zhang Qi's words anymore, and everyone looked at each other, but soon they all looked at Hans, although the blacks were despicable, their clumsy brains did not lie.

Looking up and skimming Hans, who was standing on the stage covering his face, Zhang Qi squinted his eyes and took a step towards Hans gently, while the other party obviously took half a step back.

Hans is not afraid, but he has not yet recovered his best state, and Zhang Qi's slap is still full of meat and vegetables to him.

But this step caused an uproar in the audience, many blacks were shouting something in black country English, and the noise made Zhang Qi too lazy to listen carefully, and took a step towards Hans again.

"I'm going to kill you!" Turned blue and white by the shouts of the people around him, Hans watched Zhang Qi walk towards him again, roared fiercely, and smashed a punch towards the bridge of Zhang Qi's nose.

The big fist of the bowl was not much smaller than Zhang Qi's face, but unfortunately Zhang Qi still did not hide, but directly grabbed the opponent's fist.

"Drink!"

With a low snort in his mouth, Zhang Qi's body trembled slightly, and a pair of eyes were like a wolf in the forest with a bloodthirsty look, accompanied by Zhang Qi's gently shaking arms, Hans's eyes instantly widened.

"Ahh %......&*%......" A terrible scream came out of Hans's mouth with the native English, and the strong black man who looked like King Kong fell to the ground at once, rolling and screaming.

No one knew what was going on, all they saw was Zhang Qi trembling, Hans had already fallen to the ground, and just when everyone didn't know why, a person in the corner suddenly covered his mouth and exclaimed.

"Hans's arm is a little shorter!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and one sentence instantly made everyone look at Hans's arm, and the next moment the scene fell silent instantly, and even the DJ playing music stopped the card player in his hand and swallowed dryly.

"Men stand on the left, women stand on the right, and those who don't want to live stay where they are." Zhang Qi's voice broke the silence of the room, instantly stunned everyone.

The eyes of several blacks have faintly changed, although they are only cheap labor in their own country, but in their eyes Chinese are the best bully, watching Zhang Qi speak like this, many people are a little eager to kill Zhang Qi.

"I counted to 3, and I started killing people if I didn't move." Squinting his eyes, the smile on the corner of Zhang Qi's mouth suddenly widened.

He naturally knew what these people thought, and the country always chose to remain silent or verbally protest when it was involved in foreign affairs, which has already given a hint to all countries that the people of the country are weak and cowardly.

At this time, seeing Zhang Qi stand up so strongly, these black people were not used to it.

“3……”

There were no 1 and 2, Zhang Qi squeezed out a three directly from between his teeth, and his figure shuttled into the crowd like a ghost, and a miserable scream sounded in an instant.

In the left and right hands, Zhang Qi was holding two dragon tooth daggers, the cold sword light was surprisingly similar to Zhang Qi's eyes, and a large puff of blood mist would spread out with every step.

The scene suddenly got out of control, and the black man struggled to escape, but unfortunately the person who opened the door had been nailed to the door by Zhang Qi, looking at his companion with a dagger on his forehead, everyone hurriedly stood on both sides.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Qi was left alone in the central field, his body was already covered with blood at this time, and the dragon tooth dagger in his hand trembled lightly in the air, as if he had drunk enough blood, and let out a cheerful moan.

"It's good to stand early, and let me count ......" Zhang Qi squinted his eyes and said as he looked at the black people around him with his white teeth.

There were nearly twenty people lying on the ground, all of them with a huge cut between their necks and heads, grinning at huge wounds as if they were mocking the timid people around them.

"You guys go and drag their bodies to the stage." Zhang Qi said indifferently to a few black people next to him.

This time there was no hesitation, several people immediately listened to Zhang Qi's words, and carried all the corpses to the stage, taking advantage of this time Zhang Qi gently took back the dragon tooth dagger inserted in the door, and at the same time threw the corpse at the door, directly threw it out of the coffin for more than ten meters, and hit the edge of the platform before stopping.

"Very good, the lives of the few of you have been saved."

Several black people quickly stood back, looking at Zhang Qi tremblingly, no one dared to speak, they didn't even have the heart to escape.

This scene is really terrifying, in their eyes, Zhang Qi is the god of death with a sickle, and every time he raises his hand, he will take away a living life.

In fact, with the debauchery and inferiority of black people, they really wanted to escape, but Zhang Qi's strength really made them not have the courage to gamble with their lives.

Looking around at the black people around him who had completely stopped, Zhang Qi slowly walked towards a few young girls in the corner, but the girls were so frightened that they quickly shrank back.

They also saw Zhang Qi's actions, although Zhilu said that he killed all bad people, but this scene still made these little girls who were only teenagers unacceptable.

Wiping the blood on his face and body, Zhang Qi squatted down and smiled awkwardly, untying the ropes of several girls.

"You wait for me at the door, and then go to the police station with me to make a record, don't think about running home, ......"