I can only hear "Wow! With a sound, the iron rod fell to the ground, and the two of them were crooked, and before they could resist, they fell to the ground and fainted.

The rest of the crowd said, "Ah! Seeing that Liu Zimo's move was so fast, the fear in his heart rose sharply, and he didn't dare to approach at will.

turned his attention to Lin Qiuzheng. Seeing that he was lean, his body was less than half that of Liu Zimo. Although his eyes are bright, he is blazing. But he is also a lot older, and it is estimated that he will be in his 50s. It can be said that it is half cut into the soil, and it will not be long after.

Lin Qiuzheng's appearance, at first glance, will give people the illusion of being weak and not frightened, and dying of old age, coupled with the vicious fight downstairs just now, his expression is even more tired.

Everyone looked up and down for a while, and saw him in a yellow robe, silent, as if they were afraid of them in their hearts. Everyone calculated in their hearts that this person's combat effectiveness was definitely not as good as that young man, and it must be much easier to deal with.

If these black-clothed men are put in society to deal with ordinary people, or fight in groups, grab a territory or something, they will be invincible and invincible. It's like a few characters at the level of a bandit roadfighter. But what they are facing in front of them is the 'tiger' of the police. Except for Wu Song, who has the ability to fight tigers, others are really in the mouth of the tiger, and they are not interesting to talk about themselves.

It can only be said that these individuals were born at the wrong time. Meet the wrong person at the wrong time. It is even more wrong to predict the situation and optimistically overestimate its own strength.

The black-clothed men originally thought that because they were outnumbered, they could bully more and abuse the two of them easily, not to mention killing them, and they still had the confidence to cripple the two.

In fact, they were like lambs to be slaughtered in front of the two of them, and the scolding in their mouths was more like bleating, as if they wanted to arouse the interest of the two tigers.

Everyone didn't expect that they had been surrounded by two evil tigers, and whether to abuse them or not was completely determined by the mood of the two of them at the moment.

Compared with Liu Zimo, Lin Qiuzheng does not have any advantage in physical strength. However, it has an unusually rich practical experience. This kind of experience is slowly accumulated after hovering on the edge of life and death many times, and it is impossible to get it in daily training. At the moment, it is more than enough to deal with these strong men in front of you, which is insignificant. It's like killing chickens with a knife.

Without saying much, the crowd rushed to him. In the midst of shouting and scolding, he swung his knife and stick wildly, trying to decide the outcome and control the situation in an instant.

Lin Qiuzheng was not affected by their overwhelming momentum in the slightest. Calmly and calmly flickering and moving in the crowd, freely shuttling through the gap of the crowd, like a slippery loach.

Although the eyes of the black-clothed men could keep up with his dexterous and changing figures, their skills were far from the same. Every time he dropped a stick or chopped, he only touched the corners of his clothes, and he couldn't touch the body at all. If it weren't for the fact that this yellow robe was too big, they wouldn't even be able to touch the corners of their clothes.

After a few back and forth, some people were annoyed. Some people are just tired and can't breathe. There are even more people who complain in their hearts. Although everyone's expressions were different, they all knew in their hearts that they had hit a nail tonight.

Lin Qiuzheng was calmly dodging, and his shot was even more unambiguous. He danced with his palms, kicked with both feet, and shot steadily, fiercely, and swiftly.

In the midst of the dancing knives and sticks, several strong men in black who were close to him didn't seem to realize that they had been hit, but they felt that their eyes were dark, and with a muffled snort, they fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Lin Qiuzheng's body steps drive the yellow robe to dance, making people feel more chic and elegant, extremely dexterous, and quite beautiful. In contrast, the knife that Liu Zimo used just now to slash the neck had no bright spots at all, and it was not worth mentioning at all.

"Ahh "Ahh "Ahh screams. He shuttled through the crowd with light steps, advancing left and right, advancing forward and retreating, with ease.

He elbowed his lower abdomen, slashed his neck, kicked the door in the face, and punched his ribs. The tricks are skillful and sharp, not hurried, more like a warm-up before the big battle.

Seeing that one accomplice after another was put down by this unarmed lean man with just one move. The rest of the people were all terrified and frightened, and their originally hideous and fierce expressions suddenly turned sharply, full of fear. Seeing that the situation was not good, a few people threw away the equipment in their hands, intending to escape. But where are you going now?

Although Lin Qiuzheng's fist and foot kung fu is also good, it is a little worse than Wu Binghai. Wu Binghai has always liked to rely on his physical advantages to fight head-on. In fighting, he also neglects his own defense and dodge, and pays attention to offense.

I always thought that offense was the best defense. He has also trained a pair of violent iron fists. No matter how many hits your opponent hits, as long as you can hit your opponent with one punch, you can beat and win.

He likes to crush his opponent in this extremely fierce and domineering way, and shock his opponent's will to fight with hard resistance at any cost. Countering violence with violence is his best way of dealing with it.

Wu Binghai always smiled and said: "If you punch me ten times, it is not as effective as if I punched you." Mutual rigidity, who is afraid of whom! ”

And Lin Qiuzheng is good at using the word 'skill'. Use your dexterous body movement to avoid attacks and gain insight into the gaps in your opponent's defense, so you can shoot and try to win with one move.

But his dexterous fighting style, as soon as he encounters Wu Binghai's type, he will be dumbfounded, and under the crushing of absolute power, dexterity will not play any role. Therefore, in the previous internal fighting matches of the police, Lin Qiuzheng would immediately abandon the match and admit defeat as long as he met Wu Binghai in the draw. In this regard, Wu Wei always laughed at Lin Qiuzheng, saying that Wu Binghai was his nemesis.

In the bright room, the strong men in black circled around Lin Qiu like black butterflies.

As time passed, the screams reached the ears, and the screams were miserable.

Liu Zimo on the side listened with a look of regret, and thought: It's better to be knocked out by me. When you meet my master, you can only ask for more blessings. What's more, you laughed at him before for coming to sing. Others don't know, don't I know that my master holds the most grudges? Tsk tsk... You're miserable.

The screams were mixed with the crisp sound of jingling bells, and machetes and sticks fell to the ground one after another. After a while, the group of fierce black-clothed men in front of the two of them collapsed and collapsed.

The last few people were even more frightened and knelt on the ground begging for mercy, kowtowing again and again to admit their mistakes. Lin Qiuzheng ignored them and threw them to the ground one by one. Only a shivering little bald head was left on his knees.

Although he shot ruthlessly, he was just right to take care of the proportions, only to be knocked unconscious, not disabled. Otherwise, these dozen or so people will probably spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs.

He squatted down, grabbed the collar of the black shirt with the last bald head, stared at him with both eyes, and asked lightly, "I'll ask again, what about her?" "As he spoke, he raised his fists to fight.

That little bald head has long been frightened, where does he dare to be hard-mouthed. Trembling and stumbling, he said: "Back. . . Behind... in the back. He pointed to a floor-to-ceiling mirror behind his desk.