Looking at Song Yun's light and breezy appearance, Brother Tiger's lungs were about to explode, and he roared angrily:

"him for me, whoever knocks this kid down, Lao Tzu will give him a million."

From the bounty of one million quick money, it can also be felt that Brother Tiger at this time is completely irrational, and his mind is full of thoughts about hammering Song Yun and being ashamed.

Dozens of gangsters, it's like chicken blood, and I feel very kind to see Song Yun, that's one million.

There was no need for more mobilization, dozens of thugs rushed towards Song Yun with a roar.

The delicate and lovely Ye Qianqian, her face was full of worry:

"Xiaoya, let's call the police."

"But, but Song Yun said not to call the police."

Lin Xiaoya hadn't even heard much of her father's words, but she remembered Song Yun's words clearly.

"I knew we should have left, but now we have become a drag on Song Yun."

Because of the existence of Lin Xiaoya and Ye Qianqian, Song Yun at this moment can't take half a step back, otherwise, these little gangsters will definitely go to the two girls.

In the blink of an eye, two people had already taken turns throwing sticks to the front.

Song Yun raised his foot and kicked straight, under normal circumstances, he would fight more with less, and the most taboo thing was to kick people, if he was kept by someone, he would definitely have to finish the game.

Already the thugs reacted and pounced on Song Yun's thigh.

"Bang!"

The current thug was kicked away by Song Yun, completely off the ground with his feet off the ground, and lay heavily on the ground.

The speed was too fast, and the little gangster who pounced on him had no chance to save Song Yun's legs, his body staggered forward, Song Yun took advantage of the situation to press his legs, and in the screams, the little gangsters were trampled underfoot.

The body bowed slightly, and then collapsed.

The strength of the collapse fist exploded inch by inch, and the speed became an afterimage.

Those thugs obviously thought that the throwing stick was about to hit Song Yun, but it was just a little bit worse, and it was always those thugs who suffered first.

"Bang bang bang!"

The muffled sound of fists to flesh continued to stir.

If you punch hard, it hurts like a shrimp and shrinks to the ground, and there is no chance to get up at all.

Brother Tiger looked stupid next to him.

I've been mixed for most of my life, and I've never seen someone so capable of fighting.

"Get out!"

Exhale and open the sound, down to the mountain tiger, roaring in the mountains and forests.

The little thug who bore the brunt of the accident had his ears buzzing, and before he could react, he was put to the ground by Song Yun.

In the blink of an eye, nearly half of the people were lying on the ground.

"Give Lao Tzu a death."

Finding the right time, the little thug holding the dagger suddenly pounced and stabbed Song Yun in the chest.

Ye Qianqian had already exclaimed in fright, and Lin Xiaoya had fine sweat oozing from her palms from the beginning, and her big eyes were full of worry, and she never believed in ghosts and gods, but at this time, Lin Xiaoya still couldn't help but pray silently in her heart, the gods and Buddhas in the sky blessed, and Song Yun must be safe and sound.

The right foot pulls back, and a sharp grinding sound sounds.

Sometimes, a simple retreat, not to escape, but to charge up for the next shot, the lion fights the rabbit, and you have to do your best, let alone fight with your life?

The figure suddenly rushed forward, shoulders slightly sideways, and hit the thug's chest.

Ten years of Tai Chi has just started, and one year eight poles kill people.

Song Yun's eight-pole collapse, close to his shoulder, was tempered by breaking hundreds of big trees, and his momentum was majestic.

Without any suspense, the thugs were knocked out and flyed.

The screams didn't have a chance to come out, and the whole person fell to the ground and passed out.

This is still Song Yun's mercy, otherwise, there will not be a single survivor among those fallen gangsters.

Catching the dagger that the gangster fell just now, Song Yun said lightly:

"Shortblade, that's not how you guys play."

The voice fell, and the figure rushed forward again.

The cold light flickered, and in the corridor of the entire private room, there seemed to be white lightning sliding down.

The screams rang out, and the remaining dozen or so thugs were completely sleepwalking, just feeling a pain in their wrists, whether it was a stick or a steel pipe, and fell to the ground.

If you follow it, you will be kicked to the ground by Song Yun, now, let alone have no strength to get up, even if you can get up, you have to continue to play dead here, who dares to play with Song Yun, it is really looking for death.

Brother Hu's face was dazed, he bragged just now, and called hundreds of people to hack Song Yun to death in minutes, but in fact, it was forty or fifty people.

At the beginning, Brother Tiger felt that it was completely enough, and he came with him, but they were all ruthless characters, and killing a Song Yun was not the same as playing?

The ideal is very full, but the reality is particularly cruel.

At this time, the only one who can still stand is Brother Tiger, and a little brother next to him who didn't dare to do it.

Brother Tiger kicked the little gangster's ass and said angrily:

"I'll fuck your mother, are you pretending to be dead here? Give it to Lao Tzu, you can support him, and Lao Tzu will give you two million. ”

The little gangster swallowed and foamed, gritted his teeth, and then his face was dashing and cold, and the strong man was gone.

"Brother Tiger, you take care of my family. Little mongrel, Lao Tzu fought with you. ”

Howling and rushing towards Song Yun, he looked at death as if he were home.

Brother Tiger is quite moved in his heart, this is really a good brother.

There was still a distance of nearly two meters from Song Yun, and the little gangster suddenly raised his hand, smashed the stick on his head with a bang, and fell to the ground.

With a touched look, stiffened on his face, Brother Tiger scolded the eighteenth generation of this little brother's ancestors, this Nima was too fake.

didn't even think about it, Brother Tiger was about to run.

"Where are you going?"

The gentle voice sounded, Brother Hu's scalp was numb, and he saw that Song Yun didn't know when, he was already in front of him, and he was as fast as a ghost.

The three legs were weak in a pair and a half, and he knelt down with a "poof".

Song Yun took a puff of his cigarette and threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

Whether it is Lin Xiaoya or Ye Qianqian, they all feel very unreal.

Who am I? Where am I? Is everything that just happened true?

Unexpectedly, it really took the time of a cigarette.

That's dozens of people, even if it's killing chickens, it shouldn't be so fast.

"Master, I took it, I was blind with dog eyes, no, I was blind with human eyes, and I was left with a pair of dog eyes to look down on people, I damn it, how can I provoke you, I'm a bad pen."

As he spoke, Brother Hu did not hesitate, and slapped himself one after another in a slow motion with his left hand and right hand.

After a few strokes, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

Brother Hu's heart was even more empty, Song Yun didn't say anything at all, but looked at himself like a fool, this matter is not over yet.

"Master, if you don't say what to do, I, I'll do it." Brother Tiger was about to cry.

Song Yu smiled, his voice was very gentle, but to Brother Hu's ears, it seemed that the voice of the devil was stirring.

"This slap is so good-looking, it's a technical job, and it's rewarded."

There were 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart, but Brother Hu's face did not dare to be disrespectful in the slightest, and he thought uneasily, what is this master like, so he is willing to let himself go.