"Yuan Cheng, aren't you already in the west of the city? There should be no contradiction between the two of us, right? ”

It is rumored outside that Yuan Cheng has left the Xiao family, and the white fat man who has no words in his mouth can spit out, so he can only have the courage to talk about this topic.

Yuan Cheng, who was standing with his hands behind his back, glanced at the white fat man with disdain and said, "I'm not in the west of the city, do you have your turn to run a broken cart?" I'm coming to the west of the city to do business, and I still need to say hello to you in advance? As for the contradiction between the two of us? I have nothing to do on the horse and want to clean you up, do I have to find a reason?! ”

The more he talked about the back, the more momentum Yuan Cheng became, and invisibly gave the white fat man a strong coercion.

Looking at Yuan Cheng's aggressive posture, the white fat man also sweated on his forehead, and he cheered up and replied: "Yuan Cheng, we have no grudges in the past and no hatred in the near future, you came to me for trouble for some reason, are you a bully when I am Bai Fengjiu?" ”

"I'm just going to be a white fat man and want to bully you, what's wrong with you?" Yuan Cheng deliberately took two steps forward, leaned down and put his face in front of the white fat man.

"Bang!"

A high-level executive standing next to the white fat man took a beer bottle and slammed it forward, directly opened Yuan Cheng's pestle, and shouted: "Talk, just talk, who are you calling with a gun and a stick?" Why, you have a license to kill people when you step on a horse? ”

Not only him, but also several other high-level executives of Kaixuan Company are not weak.

There is no old man who has been able to follow the white fat man for so many years, and there is no one who has not run on the road, maybe they are still a long distance away from Li Xiao and Yuan Cheng in terms of rank, but they are all with one head and two shoulders, which does not mean that they must be afraid of each other.

What's more, anyone who can sit in a box and sing with the white fat man is the absolute descendant of the white fat man.

It's different from those small baskets that after a battle, they may not earn enough money to pay for medical bills.

They have been making good money with the white fat man for so many years, and to some extent, even the white fat man is paying to support them.

As a capitalist, isn't the reason why Bai Fengjiu is so generous is to buy an insurance policy, so that when he is in danger, they can stand up and protect themselves?

When they met Yuan Cheng, who was famous in the west of the city, these people did not retreat by half a point.

"Okay!" Yuan Cheng did not have a conflict with the triumphant high-level, and still turned around with his hands behind his back and walked towards the door.

"It's done!"

As soon as Yuan Cheng left the middle of the box, Lin Fang, who was holding a knife in his hand, roared and pounced.

"Stomp, stomp!"

Xiao Liang and the others, who had already been ready to go, quickly selected their opponents and rushed forward, and there was chaos in the box in an instant.

The young little girl who was still being held in the arms of the white fat man before was completely dumbfounded, and under the push of several other escort girls, she retreated with them to the corner where she was sitting before.

"Lao Tzu, let's see if your words are harder than a knife!"

In addition to Lin Fang's good brain, his kung fu is actually not bad, if he is really a puppy basket who is nothing, it is impossible to rely on a mouth to move like a ruthless person like Xiao Qinglong.

He took the lead, holding the cold blade in his hand high, and chopped it over the middle-aged man who had called Yuan Cheng before.

"NM, come on!"

The middle-aged man was indeed worthy of Bai Fengjiu's high salary, and in the face of the blade, he also did not dodge, and beckoned him with a beer bottle.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, the beer bottle burst, the beer inside splashed, and the whole box was filled with a strong smell of wheat.

"Come, look at Lao Tzu and look at you, you don't bleed!"

After the confrontation, Lin Fang's movements did not stop, and the blade pressed down on the middle-aged man's shoulder, and the "boom" was two knives.

"Hmm..."

The middle-aged man who snorted didn't care at all that the flesh on his shoulder had been turned out by Lin Fang's chopping flesh, leaning on the half-cut wine bottle in his hand, and stabbed Lin Fang on his body without looking.

Broken glass is already extremely sharp, and a beer bottle like this smashed open is no less lethal than a knife with a sharp blade, and to some extent, even better.

Lin Fangzheng was bent on knocking down the middle-aged man, and when he reacted, the beer bottles in the other party's hands had already been pierced in his stomach two or three times.

Lin Fang, who felt pain in his abdomen, was ruthless enough to the enemy and ruthless enough to be true to himself, so he was stunned and didn't say a word, and increased the strength of his hand to greet the middle-aged man.

This kind of fighting style that doesn't take your life to heart at all, and wants to fight each other's lives is actually extremely rare in street battles, even if it is like the few escort girls in the corner, seeing the two fighting to such an extent, each of them is quite surprised.

In fact, it is difficult to show any special fighting skills in such a small space, except for the kind of ability that is really outstanding in all aspects, other people fight nothing more than courage and momentum.

As long as you're not afraid of death, then eighty percent of the cowards are the right partner.

Like this one-on-one life-swapping method, as long as it is coaxed, as soon as the qi on the body is dispersed, it will be completely pulled JB eggs.

So even if the two of them were bloodstained, just the spectators next to them opened their mouths wide, but from their own point of view, they were really unwilling to let go.

The two people who have already hit the head have the same mentality: Either I will kill you, if I can't kill you, then the guarantee will drag you to the end.

Although the other high-level leaders of Triumph were not as good as Lin Fang's opponents, they even risked their lives, but the ruthlessness on their bodies did not gradually dissipate over time.

Although the situation is very chaotic, if you look closely, you can still find that the biggest difference between this group of old bastards and the little cubs is that they are very routine.

It seems to be waving the guy in his hand indiscriminately, but in fact, every time he blows, he is trying to go up to the vital point of others.

In terms of this combat ability, Yuan Cheng's side is indeed much stronger, after all, they are the ones who do this job professionally.

And the high-level executives of Triumph have been "not a big brother for many years", and they will inevitably be a little rusty in their hands. But people were stunned, relying on this unbreakable strength to stalemate with Yuan Cheng and his group.

"Whew! Call! ”

Lin Fang gasped twice, his shirt had at least six or seven holes, and at least three of them had allowed the opponent to cut his belly.

Of course, the middle-aged man on the opposite side was no better than Lin Fang, and it could even be said that it was even worse.

A white T-shirt on his body was basically stained red with blood, and he lost too much blood, and he looked at Lin Fang in front of him in a trance.

The reason why it can still hold on is completely because of the strength of the bloody battle to the end.

"Sketch the blood grandma, and then come, whole!"

The middle-aged man who felt that he had reached the end of his crossbow was unwilling to leave Lin Fang a chance to breathe, even if he fought for physical strength, he was not the opponent of Lin Fang, who was much younger than himself in front of him, if he really wanted to let the opponent calm down, it would be himself who died!

In that case, why didn't he strike first and gamble with his life?

The middle-aged man clasped Lin Fang's shoulder with his left hand, and handed the beer bottle in his hand forward with his right hand, straight to his heart.

He was about to succeed, a gleam flashed in his eyes, Jiang is still old and spicy, and in the end, I won!