These two Japanese are not weak, but they are not strong, and seven or eight hooligans may not be enough for them to fight, but they were solved by Zhang Wei in minutes.

At the door of the private room, Xiao Cui opened her small mouth wide, her eyes were extremely bright, and she was full of excitement.

Outside the door of the private room is a small courtyard, in which some flowers and plants are planted, and the battle between Zhang Wei and the two Japanese is carried out in the small courtyard, in this kind of small courtyard with flowers and grass, the sparring is comfortable and flawed, and the duel is ruthless and cruel.

Most of the people who were beaten by Zhang Wei's riding were dead, and Zhang Wei could no longer feel his nostrils breathing.

If he dies, his opponent is dead, and he is relieved! This is a cruel duel, it is your life and death, no one will be relieved if the opponent does not die, and the dead are the safest, because he can no longer be your opponent.

Standing up from the Japanese man's body, clapping his hands, and shaking off some of the blood that had splashed on his hands, Zhang Wei was calm from beginning to end, as if he was doing a very ordinary thing seriously and attentively.

He's not ruthless, on the contrary, he's affectionate. But love can only be given to those who can be given, not to those who should not be given.

There is another one who is alive, this guy is very unlucky and lucky, the unfortunate thing is that he was beaten and incapacitated as soon as he came, fortunately it was not him who died first, but then he didn't know what to do, because Zhang Wei, who stood up, had his eyes on him again.

Under the sun, Zhang Wei's already delicate face looked even more delicate, the majesty swept across his cheeks, the hair on his head was slightly swinging, the partial distribution was more agile, and the flowers and plants around him were also slightly swinging, his vision was not intimidating at all, very usual!

However, it was such a very ordinary look, the Japanese who was still awake on the ground panicked, he looked at Zhang Wei in horror, as if he saw a carnivorous dinosaur that was the only one left in the world, trying his best to move his body, he couldn't help but want to stay away from Zhang Wei, and even forgot to get up and run.

Approaching the Japanese step by step, Zhang Wei's face was very calm, not terrible at all, as if he wanted to take something, he regarded the Japanese as a thing, and there was a trace of certainty in the calm, as if he must hold the Japanese in his hands.

The Japanese had already suffered a lot of injuries, but this injury could not kill him, Zhang Wei knew very well. His last kick was intentional, but it was also merciful, he swept the Japanese man's head crookedly, did not want his life, only for his ability to act another level.

He also needed a live mouth, because he was going to make a scene, a play that angered the Japanese who rushed over.

He had already seen seven or eight Japanese people rushing towards this side, led by the middle-aged Japanese man with glasses, and immediately behind him were the two young Japanese who had clashed with him, and a few, Zhang Wei was also a little familiar, it was the group of Japanese he had met when he was traveling to and from Macao.

Taking a step forward, Zhang Wei stretched out his left hand and grabbed the Japanese man who was lying on the ground, grabbing the collar under his neck like a chicken.

"Yaga!"

The Japanese was very angry, he was horrified by Zhang Wei's ruthlessness when he made a move, but he was even more afraid of being caught like this, he was a Japanese karate black belt master, the spirit of the samurai was there, he was caught like this, how should he deal with himself in the future, so he struggled, his hands swung his best to fight back against Zhang Wei.

At this time, Zhang Wei's empty right hand rose up.

Syllable!

A slap sounded, like an adult beating a very disobedient child, like an angry man hitting a woman who was cheating on her behind her back, this slap was quite ruthless, so it was particularly loud.

"Yaga! You're going to kill me! ”

Five fingers were printed on the face of the Japanese, and five bright red fingers appeared, only to feel a hot pain, the Japanese were almost crazy, the wound on the face was small, and the humiliation in the heart was straight and uncut. He had already seen his companion coming, and the enemy had insulted him in the eyes of his companion, and he had gone mad, and his whole body was agitated, and he struggled desperately, wanting to fight hard, not desperately, but only from this abominable palm.

"Don't worry, I'll let you die!" When the Japanese speak Chinese, Zhang Wei listens to it awkwardly, he hates it! Seeing that the Japanese had walked more than 20 meters, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he provoked them with his eyes without scrutiny, and his empty right hand rose again, and then fell fiercely.

Smack, smack, smack!

This time, Zhang Wei slapped five times in a row, each slap was full of force, and each slap was clear, so loud that it seemed to be striking iron.

"Ahh

The Japanese screamed in humiliation, like an insulted virgin, he went crazy, but in the end everything was fruitless, he couldn't escape the fate of being slapped in the face, he was beaten several times and his head was dizzy, blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, he completely lost the strength to resist, and gave rise to a desperate heart.

"Stop!"

The pure Chinese words sounded, and Yamamotoki finally arrived. With six or seven people, he stopped when he was ten meters away from Zhang Wei, and when he saw Zhang Wei, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, followed by a trace of killing intent, which also flashed.

I clearly saw the expressions of Yamamoto Kiya and the people behind him, it was an expression of anger, an expression of wanting to kill immediately.

Syllable!

There was no answer, no stopping, just a loud slap.

This can be regarded as an answer, the corners of his mouth raised a smile again, Zhang Wei's eyes were provocative, he was rebellious at this time, because he wanted to use his expression to tell those Japanese, what if I just don't let you go? I just hit him, what about you? How dare you?

He wants to provoke them, so he doesn't mind despising them and is happy to despise them.

"Young people! Isn't it too much for you to do this, we just had a little misunderstanding on the ship, don't you need this, can you let him go first? Yamamoto Kiya's voice sounded again, peaceful as if he was reasoning, he hid it well, and did not show a murderous face like the gang behind him, I saw him quietly turn his head and glance at it, and a Japanese who walked behind the most Lu left, looking at Zhang Wei, the Japanese thought that Zhang Wei was quietly leaving without Zhang Wei noticing, and then disappeared.

"I know the way!"

Zhang Wei's answer seemed to be non-answering, and at the same time he did not let go of the Japanese in his hand, this time he seemed to be doing something of his own, and his right hand rose and fell fiercely, and he slapped it quickly and quickly.

Syllable!

The Japanese in his left hand was slapped by Zhang Wei again, his head tilted from one side to the other, and he didn't know whether he was silent or desperate, this time he was very calm, and did not make a trace of screaming, only the slap sound was loud, like a hammer, and hit the hearts of every Japanese present, so that their faces were condensed, and the already ugly and vicious face suddenly became like a pig's liver, becoming more and more ugly and vicious.