Young Master Yan snorted coldly: "You are not worthy of doing it with me!"

He glanced at the people around him, and Brother Long hurriedly yelled: "Come on, get rid of this kid." ”

"Boy, go die!" a big man in a tight vest blasted towards Ye Cuo with a punch.

"Michiko, protect the two of them and go first!" Ye Cuo shouted.

"If you want to leave, there is no door!" Brother Long said, "You guys, guard the door, you must leave this kid behind today, otherwise our human trafficking will be exposed, and everyone will not survive." ”

The big men quickly surrounded them.

Ye Cuo suddenly flew his knees, the whole mermaid jumped up, his knees were pressed against the chest of a big man, the man flew out directly, hit two people, fell into a ball on the ground, knocked over a large number of beer bottles and fruit plates on the coffee table, and the house was in chaos.

This is a move in Muay Thai, which is good at using knees and elbows, and although the distance of the attack is shortened as a result, the force is increased several times. The man was caught on his chest by Ye Cuo's flying knee, and a mouthful of blood spurted out in mid-air, and he paused after landing on the ground.

"him!" roared Brother Long.

The metal baseball bat in Ye Cuo's hand swung into a fan and slammed the person in front of him. But as soon as this one person fell, a dozen people from behind him had already surrounded him.

Outside the box, dozens of thugs surrounded from all sides, holding machetes, steel pipes, and axes, and the door of the box was tightly blocked, and there were voices of people on all sides. In front of Ye Cuo, more than a dozen big men were already crowded, and several people with weapons in their hands rushed in behind them.

More than a dozen big men were like a mountain, almost overlapping in front of Ye Cuo, and behind him, the weapons in the hands of the little gangsters who squeezed in also hit Ye Cuo's back together.

A little gangster with a steel pipe in his hand hit him from behind, Ye Cuo's ears were windy, and his head was biased in his hurry, and the stick slid past his scalp, and the wind raised Ye Cuo's hair.

Ye Cuo didn't even turn around, leaned back, leaned out, reached out with his hand, grabbed the little gangster's chest, shook his arm, and directly fell over the shoulder, throwing him from behind to the front, drawing an arc in mid-air, and smashing towards Young Master Yan.

Young Master Yan showed a fierce light on his face, he didn't dodge or dodge, and kicked on the stomach of the little gangster, and the little gangster flew back and smashed towards Ye Cuo. Ye Cuo flashed and smashed the little gangster behind him into a piece. The little thug who was kicked by Young Master Yan rolled his eyes and fainted.

Young Master Yan held the wine glass in his hand and looked at Ye Cuo's eyes a little cold.

These dozen or so big men seem to have been professionally trained, and the strength of their fists is very fierce, and the cooperation between them is also very good, although the box is not very large, but between them, there is no obstacle to each other. If ordinary people were surrounded by them, and a group of thugs behind them wielded weapons and slashed, they would have stopped eating a long time ago.

But Ye Cuo, with a fist in his left hand and a baseball bat in his right hand, banged twice, one was punched in the chest, and the other was hit on the head, and he fell directly to the ground.

But the remaining big men are still like a wall, standing in front of Ye Cuo.

Ye Cuo turned around suddenly, ran towards the wall quickly, and when he arrived in front of the wall, his legs glared, and the whole person ran up on the wall, turned sideways, and ran over the heads of everyone, directly like a big bird, fell in front of Young Master Yan, and slashed towards Young Master Yan with a stick.

The corners of Young Master Yan's mouth hooked up a sneer, and his figure flashed, and he had already dodged Ye Cuo's fateful blow. He flashed and kicked a wine glass on the table, which was also full of red wine: "Boy, the kung fu is good, please have a drink, do you dare?"

Ye Cuo sneered, picked up the wine glass and drank it, just halfway through the drink, Young Master Yan's body was like electricity, and in a flash, he had already arrived in front of Ye Cuo, and with a punch, it was like a sea of mountains and seas, and it went straight to Ye Cuo's throat.

Ye Cuo held the wine glass in his left hand, threw away the bat with his right hand, condensed into a fist, and touched his fists. Ye Cuo took two steps back suddenly, and the wine glass in his left hand shattered into a pile of pieces with a clatter.

Young Master Yan didn't move at all, but quickly turned his back to Ye Cuo, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his hand and quickly wiped away the bloodstains, turned his head, and said to Ye Cuo: "Good boy, I don't want to beat you and still have some strength." ”

Before Ye Cuo could answer, more than a dozen people behind him had already rushed over with a roar.

Ye Cuo bent down suddenly, and unexpectedly lifted the two-meter-long, fifty-centimeter-wide, and one-two-hundred-pound solid wood coffee table with both hands, and violently waved a semicircular fan.

The coffee table was full of wine bottles and the like, and it was smashed over with a split head and a face, like a rain of garbage, and more than a dozen big men held their heads and were slapped back by Ye Cuo's coffee table.

"Die!" Young Master Yan suddenly rose from behind, and kicked Ye Cuo's chest with an incomparable kick.

Ye Cuo couldn't dodge, and there was a heavy coffee table of one or two hundred catties in his hand, so he could only put the coffee table up, like a shield on his chest. Young Master Yan put his foot on the coffee table, directly kicked a hole in the surface of the wooden coffee table, and still kicked towards Ye Cuo's chest.

Ye Cuo clenched his fist with his right hand, his internal force was galloping, and a punch hit the sole of Young Master Yan's feet, and with a "bang", both of them flew out upside down.

"Brother, save me!" Michiko's voice suddenly came from the corner.

Ye Cuo was shocked in his heart, and when he turned his head, he saw that four people with ghost-like figures had surrounded Michiko. All four of them were empty-handed, facing Michiko, their palms were soft and ruthless, and Michiko was trapped in the middle, staggered from left to right, completely unable to reach.

"Don't hurt her, she's mine, catch her alive. Young Master Yan said, those four people seemed to be Young Master Yan's entourage, surrounding Michiko, attacking more frequently, trying to subdue her.

Michiko's Nine Transformations Ming King Seal, although it is extremely powerful, but every time she is reincarnated, she loses her previous memories, and even forgets her combat experience, which cannot be compared to these seasoned ancient martial arts cultivators.

"Big brother......" Ah Li shouted over there, and more than a dozen thugs had already held Nangong Zhuyou down and picked up Ah Li alone.

"Take them away. Brother Long roared.

Ye Cuo's eyes were cold, he didn't expect that there would be so many masters here today, and it was a bit miscalculated to bring Nangong here.

He rushed towards Ah Li's side, and as soon as his figure moved, Young Master Yan immediately chased after him: "Stay!"

Ye Cuo waited for him to just arrive at his side, and with a wave of his right hand, a sword light illuminated the entire box as if it were day.

Young Master Yan only felt that his eyes lit up, and he secretly said in his heart that it was not good, and leaned back.

"Whew!" a piece of scalp with a large patch of black hair was shaved off.

Young Master Yan stretched out his hand and wiped it, his head was in the center, and he was already bald, and he didn't even have a scalp. He was very concerned about his appearance, and at this time, he touched a hand of blood, and his eyes burst out with a burst of killing intent: "Kill him, no one will be able to leave today!"