The old black angrily crawled up and roared angrily, "Bitch!

He pulled out the Swiss Army knife from his pocket and pulled out the knife, a sharp blade that was a finger long.

Lao Hei relied on his big man of more than 1.9 meters, about 200 catties, as strong as a cow, and rushed over, unstoppable.

Park Yeon-hee didn't dodge, but jumped to try, her thin body was in stark contrast to Da Lao Hei.

Chu Ling picked her up and quickly put her in a safe place, for fear that she would suffer a loss of being too lightweight.

He turned around, and the old black had already rushed in.

Facing the swarthy old black, Chu Ling felt disgusted for a while, the black skin is not your fault, even human nature and mouth are disgusting and smelly, it's your fault!

"Go back to your fucking old America!"

Chu Ling flew up, too lazy to use extreme speed, and kicked the knife in Lao Hei's hand.

Then, he flipped two times in the air in a row and kicked Lao Hei in the chest again.

The reason why Park Yeon-hee was able to kick Lao Hei three meters away was because of her skill, and Lao Hei stumbled back a few steps before falling, so she flew so far.

Now, Chu Ling's kick is a frontal kick to Lao Hei who rushed over.

The forces of the two sides, like two powerful air currents, collided together.

However, Lao Hei's brute strength to sprint with his weight is weak in comparison.

The kick, weighing as much as a hammer, hit him in the black chest.

In an instant, a stream of blood rushed out of the old black mouth.

It turns out that the blood of blacks is also red.

Then his whole body, as light as a bird, floated up.

He flew backwards in a perfect parabola, and only when he landed heavily ten meters away, slamming into the open dormitory door next to him, the glass falling to the ground.

When the dormitory manager saw Lao Hei being beaten, her heartache was like a knife, oops, how could she beat a foreign friend?

She wanted to use her body as a mat for Lao Hei, but before she could rush over, Lao Hei had already fallen to the ground.

The shattered glass door scattered glass slag, and the dormitory aunt's face was scratched with two blood stains.

"How dare you do it, I'm going to call the police, security!" she shouted, ignoring the pain, picking up the old black.

Lao Hei, who was still showing off his martial arts just now, was almost sent to the west by this kick, he was dying, and his hand was still dragging the dormitory manager's aunt.

This big hand like a fan pulled the aunt's clothes, almost strangled her to death!

"Ammon, let go of hey......! Uh-uh!!!!!!

The old black slapped her and said angrily, "What is the name of Bitch!!!, I can't even fucking help me up, it's really a country of Holts!

The aunt in charge of the dormitory was dragged by his weight and fell to the ground, and the glass slag on the ground cut her hands all with stab wounds.

"Oh, my dear mother, I'm going to die!"

The black man endured the sharp pain in his chest, let go of his aunt, and struggled to stand up with his hands on the ground.

His hands were also cut and bleeding, but their black hands were as wet as water.

Only when the blood drips can you see that it is bright red blood.

The ribs in his chest were almost half broken, and this was Chu Ling who left him alive, otherwise, the weight of one foot was enough to break the bones of his whole body, the blood exploded, and the whole body became a puddle of rotten meat.

Lao Hei looked up at Chu Ling, he was laughing, the inexplicable fear in his heart, especially the sharp pain in his chest, made him unable to breathe.

Is this Bruce Lee alive? Isn't he the sick man of East Asia? Damn, why is this kick more hanging than Tyson?

It seems that the people of country Z really can't afford to mess with it!

Lao Hei clutched his chest and glanced at Park Yeon-hee helplessly, full of resentment.

He was just about to leave, but was stopped.

"It's too cheap, isn't it irresponsible to talk like a fart?"