Bang.

Before his hands left the ground, Zhang Jian, who was hunched over and didn't get up, was kicked and turned half a circle in the air, lying on his back and lying on the ground, involuntarily opening his mouth and screaming in pain, but only let out a half-scream, then poofed and spurted out a stream of blood foam!

The two gangsters who caught Lin Bo before also had a lot of experience in fighting, although the fat boss attacked the boss Zhang Jian in a sneak attack, they did not hesitate at all because of surprise, and immediately let go of Lin Bo and scolded angrily and pounced on the fat man. The person who rushed in front of him waved Wang Ba fist before he reached the fat man, and was kicked heavily in the abdomen by the tall and large fat man, and the whole person suddenly looked like a cooked prawn, and he fell back three or four meters away, and fell on his back at the door of the opposite merchant with a pop, and the back of his head hit the steps, and he exhaled in pain.

The other thug had already rushed forward and slammed a punch into the back shoulder of the fat man who was lying sideways.

It's a pity that this punch with all his strength will not cause the fat man a little pain, his body did not shake a bit, turned his head and stared at the shoulder of the gangster, picked up the wooden bench with his right hand, and smashed it on the gangster's head, and the wooden bench that was already loose immediately fell apart.

On the legs of the loose stool, sharp stubble cut through the thug's cheek and forehead, and he was bleeding profusely.

The fat man pushed it away, walked quickly to the scorpion youth who struggled to get up, waved the stool leg in his hand, smashed the arm he had just raised down, and then kicked him over, and then ignored the scorpion youth who was rolling on the ground with his arms in his arms, turned around and rushed to the gangster who was crawling up with the back of his head in his right hand, and pushed the stool leg with his right hand, and pushed it the chest of the gangster with his left hand, and then pushed it backwards, stumbling on the steps of the opposite shop door, and fell backwards involuntarily, his head hit the door frame heavily, making a muffled bang, and he rolled on the ground with his head in pain。

The fat man turned around and rushed towards the other thug with a vicious look.

Whether it is a heads-up or a single, or a group fight, Wen Shuo has a wealth of experience in street fighting. He knew very well that after he launched a surprise attack and took advantage of the first strike, he had to use his physical advantage to quickly expand the results of the battle, and in the unfavorable situation of his own one-on-three situation, try not to fight with three people at the same time, otherwise even if he would not lose by virtue of his physical superiority, he would inevitably injure the enemy by one thousand and lose three hundred, not to mention, in case any of these three guys had a weapon on him, or give them the opportunity to get a brick or a wooden stick......

The consequences would be dire.

In view of the theoretical guidance of such a mature operational ideology and rich combat experience, coupled with the timidity and fear of being reluctant to be injured by himself, the fat man watched all directions and listened to all directions after he started his work, and he was very busy with the wind under his feet.

The gangster who had been broken in the face before, when he saw the fat man rushing with a wooden stick, he was so frightened that he lost the courage at all, turned around and ran.

I don't know why, but he also cried bitterly as he ran away.

The miserable howl shook South Street.

The fat man was very puzzled and aggrieved - Lao Tzu was beaten by the three of you alone, and he didn't scream for a long time...... You ran and ran, howling what?

Are you proud?

Of course, while the fat man was puzzled and wronged, he didn't stop, and continued to follow the guidance of the inherent combat thinking, turned around and walked to the scorpion young man who was lying on the ground and curled up for a while and couldn't get up for a while, waved the stool leg in his hand that was still connected to a small piece of bench surface, revealing a few nails, and smashed it down fiercely - there was a crisp click, the stool leg was completely shattered, and the stubble was splashed, which shows how strong the fat man's heavy blow was!

Moreover, the target he hit was Zhang Jian's head!

It may be that the fat man was too angry and excited, so he didn't have enough accuracy to start, or maybe Zhang Jian was frightened and instinctively tilted his head to dodge, and the stool leg rubbed his ear and smashed on the hard road.

The cracked and splashed stubble pierced Zhang Jian's face.

Another gangster who had just stood up after rolling on the ground and holding on to the wall, saw that although the fat man's blow did not hit Zhang Jian, his attack was so heavy and so ruthless, it was obviously going to Zhang Jian's life, and he was immediately frightened.

He swore in horror that he would never fight with the fat man again!

Damn it......

Not a heavyweight, no fight!

It's a long story, in fact, from the time the fat man stepped out of the door of the Internet café and waved the wooden stool, until now only Zhang Jian was left lying on the ground in horror, not daring to move, but it was only three or two minutes.

Fights......

How many will be like in movies and TV series, crackling for more than ten minutes and still not clear?

The fat man stood up, crossed his waist with one hand, stretched out the other hand to the scorpion youth, palms facing up, hooked and motioned for him to get up, took two steps back while holding his neck, and said: "Come, get up, don't say that Lao Tzu didn't give you a chance, don't accept and practice again!"

"Fuck-your mother!" Zhang Jian gritted his teeth and turned over, supported the ground with one hand, and took out the spring dagger hanging on the belt from his waist with the other, and got up to fight the fat man.

The fat man's eyes were sharp, and when he saw the scorpion youth take off a dagger from his waist that did not bounce off the blade, he immediately stepped forward, kicked him over, and then followed, bent his knees and squatted, pressed one knee on the scorpion youth's waist, grabbed his right wrist with one hand, twisted it back hard, and then pulled it upward, so painful that the scorpion youth had to let go of his hand.

Snatching the spring dagger, the fat man pressed the scorpion youth's waist with his knee again, and then he got up, bent down and glared at the scorpion youth: "What else is there to do, come ......"

Zhang Jian grinned with a fierce glint in his eyes, sat up viciously, and glared at the fat man.

He was now sure that the fat man's impulsiveness had passed, but he didn't dare to play with him - if it was him, after snatching the dagger, even if he didn't dare to kill someone, he would definitely take the dagger and stab it twice without saying a word!

However, the fat man did not do this.

It shows that he does not dare.

It's just that the situation is stronger than people now, and he can't beat this fat man, and if he does it again, he will suffer more losses and lose his position in front of everyone, so Zhang Jian didn't bother to move anymore, sat on the ground with his face up, glared at the fat man viciously, and said with a cruel smile: "If you have a kind, you will kill me, if you can't kill me, Lao Tzu will kill you sooner or later!"

Syllable!

A big mouth slapped heavily on Zhang Jian's face.

The fat man bent down and leaned his face close to the scorpion youth, and said in surprise: "You are very awesome, dare to use a knife to play with your life, isn't it just a worm tattooed on your neck?"

As he spoke, the fat man reached out and pulled open the collar of the scorpion youth, and looked at his back from top to bottom, and at first glance, he really had a dragon tattooed with teeth and claws!

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and then another ear scraper slapped the scorpion young man's face: "You really have a dragon tattoo on the backbone, you tattoo a dragon, you can bully people casually, who the taught you this......"

While scolding, the fat man kept slapping the scorpion young man's face: "I smashed a computer just now, how can it be counted?"

Syllable!

"Bullying people in my store and scaring away a few customers, how can it be counted?"

Syllable!

"How do you count a stool when you break it?"

Syllable!

"How can you count Lao Tzu tired like this?"

Syllable!

"Three people beat Lao Tzu, how do you count?"

Syllable!

"How much are you going to get for medical expenses, mental damages, and various compensation expenses......

Syllable!

"You speak!"

Syllable!

......

Outside the Internet café, there were a lot of onlookers, a lot - originally everyone still admired and admired the courage and combat effectiveness of the fat boss...... How majestic is this?!

But now, watching the fat man slap the young man's ears endlessly, and chattering endlessly, he can't help but feel a little sympathetic to the scorpion tattooed behind the ear and on the neck, and the fat man said that there is still a dragon tattooed on the back of the gangster youth.

At the same time, there are some admirers of tattooed youth.

It's a man!

His face was swollen so high, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he had just spit out a mouthful of blood and two teeth...... was so constantly slapped and humiliated by Wen Shuo's words, he refused to bow his head, and his eyes were still so fierce.

So fat people are really hateful!

Is there anyone as humiliating as you?

Are you such a scoundrel?

Obviously, he won an absolute victory in one against three, but he even said that he was beaten and injured by three people, and asked someone to compensate for medical expenses, mental damages, and various expenses!

Under such complex emotions, a trace of fear for the fat man slowly rose in the hearts of the onlookers.

If the scorpion youth is a villain, then the fat man ...... It's the devil!

He, is this going to beat people to death with ear scrapers?

No one knows that at this moment, the fat man with a fierce expression and a red light in his eyes is becoming more and more violent, but because the more he fights, the more scared he becomes, the more he fights, and the heavier his anger becomes-this young man with scorpions and dragons is definitely a hob meat character.

And this kind of person, once he turns over, will definitely carry out the most vicious revenge like a poisonous snake.

Even, at the cost of playing with your life!

So the fat man beats harder and harder, the more ...... The killing machine is getting stronger.

He must be killed, so that Lao Tzu can live a solid life in the future!

Finally, the three employees of the Internet café came back to their senses, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop the fat man by hugging me, while persuading him in horror not to beat people to death...... The fat man was angry that he didn't come to dissuade Lao Tzu earlier, and waved his hand with a gloomy face: "Zhiyang, call the police!" Gao Yue, you go to Mr. Li's office and tell him what happened just now, remember, it was three bullies who came to our Internet café to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, smashed the computer, and beat me!"

"Yes!"

The two of them immediately took the order and left.

The fat man waved his hand to let Lu Yuanchao let go of him, then squatted down, facing the scorpion young man who was still holding his head high and his face full of cruelty, raised his hand and patted his high, swollen and bloody cheeks, and said with a smile: "I will have a better memory in the future, there are some people you can't afford to provoke, and there are some places where you can't play majestic!"

"I remember!" Zhang Jian said with a sly smile.

Because his swollen face was covered with bruises and blood, his smiling grit made him look even more terrifying and hideous!