The gangsters were frightened by Du Mu's fierce momentum, and looked at him in horror in place, and did not move for a long time.

Seeing this scene, Du Mu secretly pursed his lips, but he didn't plan to stop, but grabbed the iron pipe tightly, sneered and rushed back to the people at the other end of the alley.

Compared to the fight with the Faceless, the fight in front of me was a little too easy.

There is no tense murderous aura, and there is no sense of limit to passing by death, and after the initial wave of excitement has passed, all that remains is tasteless.

These guys, too weak!

Boom!

As Du Mu swept down a gangster, the rest of the people finally came to their senses, screaming in horror and swinging their sticks, and Brother Hu, who had been sneering on the side for a long time, couldn't watch anymore, raised the iron pipe and roared angrily.

Call!

A three-finger-thick wooden stick fell on his head, bringing gusts of evil wind, Du Mu's face was as usual, he took half a step to the left side of his feet, let the wooden stick brush his arm, and backhanded a stab hit the throat of the thug who attacked, and the latter immediately rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

In the angry cheers of the gangsters, Du Mu fought and retreated, waving the iron pipe in his hand at great speed, or parrying and resisting, or counterattacking, each attack could make someone on the other side hurt and scream, in just ten seconds, when he retreated to the entrance of the alley, the ground of the alley was already full of seven or eight gangsters who fainted or wailed, and in a blink of an eye, only Brother Hu was left in front of him.

"Damn boy!"

Brother Tiger roared in despair while frantically swinging the iron pipe and smashing it at Du Mu.

At this time, he still didn't understand that the kid in front of him was not a quasi-martial apprentice at all, but a real martial arts apprentice, but they still thought that they could teach each other a lesson by relying on the strength of the crowd.

Martial apprentice and quasi-martial apprentice, don't look at the difference between one word, but in terms of combat power, the former is enough to compete with the latter two or three people joining forces.

Even quasi-martial apprentices are like this, ordinary people will only be more unbearable to the martial apprentices, as long as they are not surrounded in a narrow space, a martial artist apprentice can easily deal with seven or eight ordinary people with weapons.

Du Mu is not strictly speaking a martial arts apprentice in the standard sense, but the actual combat power is almost the same, and even due to the mastery-level swordsmanship, the strength is even higher than that of a beginner martial arts apprentice.

It's a pity that by this time, even if he understood this truth, Brother Hu couldn't stop, so he could only wave the iron pipe and attack Du Mu in vain.

In just a few seconds, the two exchanged hands more than ten times, and the narrow alleyway echoed with the muffled sound of iron pipes colliding.

"Ahh

In the face of this powerful blow, Du Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, he held the weapon with both hands, and swung it to the side, just dangling the opponent's weapon away, and then lightning took a step forward, crashing into the opponent's arms, his free left hand flexed, and his elbow stabbed upward, hitting Brother Tiger's jaw fiercely.

Receiving this heavy blow, Brother Tiger only felt a crisp click in his jaw, his head roared steeply, his eyes were full of Venus, and before he could wake up, Du Mu followed up with another frontal vertical split, and the iron pipe hit Brother Tiger in the face.

Boom!

Brother Tiger fell to the ground backwards and fainted without saying a word.

“.......”

The battle came to an end, looking at the gangsters who were wailing all over the ground, Du Mu calmed down his slightly rapid breathing, and then stepped forward to pick up the fainted tiger brother, and slapped him a few times to wake him up.

"Hiss......"

The sharp pain in his face made Brother Tiger gasp, opened his eyes, and saw Du Mu in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but carry a trace of fear, but he didn't beg for mercy, but gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, I admit that you are very powerful, but the Silver Ring Gang is not only us, and we will be released if we know each other, but if we return the money, we will take care of it!"

The tone has softened a lot compared to before the fight!

Brother Hu was aggrieved in his heart, but there was no way, the situation was stronger than people, the other party was a martial arts apprentice, so many of them couldn't beat it, they fainted, they fell down, and it seemed impossible to retaliate for the time being.

Even if you go back to pull people, if the boss knows that so many people can't even beat a high school student, the end will definitely not look good.

Get the money back first, at least there is an explanation in front of the boss.

It's a pity that he was disappointed.

"Don't talk nonsense, you were obviously beaten like a dog, and you still speak so arrogantly!" Du Mu sneered, "It's you who started to blackmail and block people!"

If he hadn't been strong enough, the person lying on the ground would have been replaced by him.

"Old rule, hand over the Xingyuan on your body, and then you can go!"

He is not afraid of the threat of this group of thugs, no matter how many people there are, can't he run if he can't beat him?

And his strength has grown more and more rapidly recently, and it is still two to say whether he will really be able to beat it then!

Brother Hu's face changed when he heard this, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he just wanted to scold, but when he saw Du Mu's cold gaze and slowly raised fist, his face suddenly turned pale, and he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

His expression changed for a long time, and Brother Tiger finally chose to give in, and took out the Xingyuan on his body with an ugly face.

Seeing that their eldest brothers had succumbed, the remaining gangsters naturally did not dare to resist, and gave the money with a frustrated face.

"Don't think about stealing Xingyuan and not taking it out, if I find it later, I will bear the consequences!"

Du Mu looked around and suddenly felt that he might have the potential to be a gangster.

A few minutes later, he already had a thick stack of star elements in his hand, about 20,000 or more than 30,000, which could be called a great harvest.

Nowadays, although there is an electronic account, it has not yet been popularized, and there are not many people who use it, and most people are still used to using cash on their bodies.

It feels good to have someone to send money!

Sighing with emotion, Du Mu put Xingyuan back in his pocket, threw away the iron pipe casually, glanced at the gangsters on the ground who looked down and didn't dare to look directly at him, turned around and left the alley leisurely.

It wasn't until his back disappeared around the corner that the thugs let out a sigh of relief and helped each other to get up from the ground.

"Tiger Brother ......"

The young man in the vest came to Brother Hu tremblingly, and as soon as he spoke, he was suddenly slapped to the ground by the latter.

"Ouch!"

The young man in the vest covered his cheeks and screamed, fell to the ground, and looked at Brother Tiger in horror, who was still angry, raised his foot and kicked hard at the young man in the vest.

"Didn't you say that kid only has the strength of a quasi-martial apprentice? Why is this a quasi-martial apprentice? You eyeless waste, you beat Lao Tzu in vain, and lost a lot of money! Lao Tzu won't kill you today!?"

"Spare your life, Brother Tiger!"

The mournful wails of the young man in the vest echoed in the alleyway.