Ten minutes later, there were several sharp brake sounds outside the West Street entrance. Man Jianghong looked at the entrance of Dongjie, the road to the research institute was still empty, and there was not a single ghost in sight.

The situation is not good, why are there no people in the courtyard? If no one comes, I am afraid that I will hang here.

Looking to the west, seventy or eighty men with iron rods and machetes in their hands rushed over with a fierce momentum, and their bare arms were engraved with the "Trident" tattoo, which must be the symbol of the "Poseidon Gang".

Poseidon, the god of the sea, one of the twelve main gods of Greece, the lord of the seas and rivers and lakes. His weapon, the Trident, is actually an extra-large fishing fork, although this cold weapon is not as good as the nuclear weapon of his big brother Zeus, thunder and lightning, but it can split between rocks and the earth, and has terrifying attack capabilities. It is not surprising that the west wind is blowing eastward, and the eastern gangs worship the western sea god as the main one. Think about the sea god in the east, the Dragon King of the Four Seas, and he really has a little bit of money. was snatched away by Sun Monkey Dinghaishen Needle, not to mention, when he ran into a little fart Nezha, he was about to be skinned and cramped if he was not careful.

This group of people lined up chaotically, shouting and shouting to kill Man Jianghong, and there were still more than twenty meters away, so they all raised their iron rods and machetes.

Where did Man Jianghong expect this to be the case, and secretly complained.

The big boss has not yet arrived, and these little minions will cut and cut when they say, and they will not let the other party speak, they really have no professional ethics! I am afraid that I will not have time to reason and reveal my identity, let alone have the opportunity to show the research institute certificate on my chest.

Most of the people in the town thought that the young man would not run away from the trouble, but instead sat and waited for revenge. There are even some people who are whimsical, the "hero" deliberately let go of three people to ventilate and report the news, do you want to catch them all?

Who would have thought that he was a second son?

No one can guess that this is not only a second flute, but also an extremely smart two lengzi!

He just doesn't think about it, he just doesn't want to protect himself.

He is the second flute of the sky!

The guy in Poseidon's help is not a vegetarian, he can break his arm with a stick and split his head with a knife. The hero didn't seem to be afraid, he stood up and swayed from side to side, looking left and right, ready to make a move. The townsfolk held their breath and waited for an earth-shattering blow.

The hero moves!

He jumped up, and his body was really fast, faster than a rabbit!

But instead of facing his opponent, he fled to the entrance of Dongjiekou, and in the blink of an eye, he escaped forty or fifty meters.

Alas, a low sigh of disappointment rang out behind every window......

Only those girls who are obsessed with it are still fantasizing, are they going to move the rescuers?

The thugs flocked to chase after them. Two of them stopped in front of Chen Wu's shop, one of the men split the square stool at the door in half with a knife, and the other kicked the door. Seeing that he didn't kick it open after kicking it twice, the man was in a hurry, and smashed the window glass with a stick.

Hearing the sound of kicking the door and breaking glass, Man Jianghong turned around and stopped.

Cut, how did those two guys break away from the army and find the mother and daughter of Honglian, and is there any organizational discipline! I originally wanted to lure these guys to the research institute, but it seems that it has to be terminated.

Although there are many people in front of him, there is not even a martial artist!

Man Jianghong looked coldly at the group of people who were in a hurry, like a tiger looking down on a pack of wolves.

He only hesitated for a few seconds, looked around, and suddenly picked up the fishing fork of a family leaning against the corner, and rushed towards a thug like crazy, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, still with a sneer.

Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go!

In the group fight, the martial arts that rush to the front are not necessarily the highest, but they must be ruthless. The man who was chasing the most quickly saw a steel fork coming towards him while running, flashed his body to one side, raised his stick and hit the arm holding the fork. He couldn't help but be overjoyed, and said in his heart that this kid's martial arts are common, how can he win the black jackal, don't you know if he has made great progress?

Unexpectedly, there was no sound of bone cracking, the other party's arm trembled slightly, and he ignored it, holding the fork with both hands and quickly pulling back and sweeping. There was a sharp pain in the man's waist, and the barbs on the fork mercilessly cut off a piece of his flesh.

What's going on? In his hand, the iron rod that broke the arms of many people was really valuable, and he couldn't even break a stone with a single blow, so why didn't the other party even react at all?

The man hadn't come to his senses yet, and the steel fork was quickly thrust into his chest. Fortunately, he was experienced and instinctively leaned back. It's just that although the chest dodges it, the shoulders can't. As the steel fork stabbed and dragged back, the skin and flesh suddenly rolled up, and blood arrows spurted out.

The steel fork swept the army again, and the two people who chased after it were unable to close the momentum and immediately hung the lottery.

When the narrow road meets, the brave wins.

On the rivers and lakes, the timid have always been afraid of the bold, and the bold are afraid of dying!

The fishing forks danced wildly, and in a short time five or six people were knocked down. This fork has only gone to the sea to catch fish, and it is sharpened very sharply, and it has barbs, and everything it touches is open.

The gun picks a line, and the stick sweeps a large area.

The fishing fork has the advantage of a gun stick, and the sharp teeth on the fork head are branched out, shining and hideous, giving people a greater psychological deterrent than a gun. Man Jianghong was jerky at the beginning, and he was handy after a while, and the dance will be more than a foot away.

The Poseidon gang has a lot of experience in group fighting, and after suffering a big loss, they dispersed violently, surrounded him, and Ji Lengzi handed him a knife to make up for it.

Man Jianghong's footsteps kept rushing forward, just to prevent people from grabbing forks at close range, and his fists were like meteors and his legs were like lightning. Fortunately, there are few skilled martial arts in this group of rabble, and occasionally someone rushes into the atrium and is knocked over by fists and feet, and he is forced to retreat.

But after all, there are many people in the Poseidon Gang, and they fall with knives and sticks, even if they have three heads and six arms, they can't parry. Not long after, Man Jianghong also received five or six sticks on his body, and was hit by two or three knives, but only a faint trace of blood was left where the blade passed, and where the iron rod was knocked down, there were not even traces.

Man Jianghong only dodged the knife and did not guard against the beating. In fact, the steel knife couldn't cut into the body, and the blade sank into the flesh and was pushed out by a force. But as the opponent's blade dragged away, the sharp edge still cut through the skin. The blood at the wound clotted rapidly and healed at an alarming rate. However, because the muscles were in vigorous motion, the wound that could be healed was quickly torn again, oozing wisps of blood.

This is a life-fighting style!

Although he had not specifically practiced weapons, the steel fork was thick and long, and the people on the other side were crowded in the narrow streets and could not be used, and they were swept away like autumn wind sweeping leaves.

It was like a tiger entering a wolf pack, bloodstained all the way, and a dozen thugs fell, and he was killed from East Street to West Street in just a few minutes.

The red blood stained robes of the whole river, of course, most of them were splashed on the body by the other party.

Smelling the fishy smell, the green-headed flies "buzzed" and fled as if they were suddenly frightened. As he stepped hard, a few drops of blood splashed on the road, and the ants on the side immediately fled. Their tiny heads felt that these few drops of blood were completely different from the others, containing a huge energy and terrifying aura, which made them instinctively flee away from it.

In fact, after this scuffle, the mosquitoes on the streets of the small town of South Australia were gone, and even rats, ants, and cockroaches were nowhere to be seen. It's just that at the time, no one connected this strange phenomenon with the young people who spilled blood on the long street.

The gangsters fought in groups, fighting with a ruthless and fierce spirit, and now that they found that the other party was not easy to provoke, they began to think about Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts. The rest of the people were shouting harder, but their feet were quietly pulling away. And if you don't have a deep hatred, why do you have to work hard? This guy has been slashed with a stick and knife one after another without falling, it is simply the incorruptible body of King Kong, the legendary Xiaoqiang who can't be killed!

An inch long and an inch strong. The fork is long and the knife is short, the momentum of the thugs is discharged, the blade suffers, and they are reluctant to die, so they are killed by Man Jianghong and open a bloody road.

In front of Chen Wu's shop, the thug who was carrying a knife and looking at the wind saw Man Jianghong turn around and kill back, he was so frightened that he hurriedly ran away. The other thug had already climbed up to the window, and suddenly a steel fork suddenly grew on the half of his ass outside, only to hear a terrible scream, and the man rolled under the window with a grunt.

Man Jianghong stood horizontally in front of the store, like a bloody Shura.

He glanced contemptuously, secretly adjusted his breathing, and the throbbing veins quietly returned to calm.

The thugs were terrified, but the most ferocious ones had already hung up, and suddenly there was no backbone. They were like a herd of hyenas surrounding a male lion, just howling, but no one dared to come forward.

With one enemy against a hundred, do not fall behind. The residents of the town behind the window were enthusiastic, but they still didn't dare to open the window and shout support, because the show was not over.

After a few minutes of stalemate, woo......

The low sound of conch sounded, and the Poseidon gang who were gathering in front of the store hurriedly dodged the road, only to see a group of people rushing into the West Street, and three men walked side by side in the front.

The one in the middle is in his forties, of medium stature, and dark-skinned, and is none other than Bing Long, the leader of the Poseidon Gang. His face was gloomy and annoyed. Nearly 100 people cut one and missed, and if they don't come forward again, they really don't know how to clean up the situation.

The thin man on the right, Bing Leopard, is holding a folding fan, like a Sven. The Bing Hu on the left is more than 1.8 meters tall, with a big waist and a round waist, a naked upper body, bulging muscles, only a pair of cowhide shorts on the lower body, and a copper nail protector at the wrist. The black jackal who was injured was his apprentice.

An invisible momentum emanated from the three of them, oppressing Man Jianghong almost out of breath.

High-level martial artists, three of them are all high-level martial artists!

Fortunately, it's not a temple.

Observing with the "eye of the sky", although the breath in the three of them is surging, they can't get out of their bodies after all. Oppressing oneself should be a kind of momentum, a kind of ferocious aura formed by fighting countless bloodstained and controlling the life and death of others. The convergence of the three momentum is quite scary.

"Where did the wild boy come from, dare to step on the field of the Poseidon Gang!" Bing Long asked with squinted eyes and gloomily.

Mixed with the rivers and lakes, I am most afraid of stabbing the hornet's nest in a daze, and I don't know how I died. I heard that this kid narrowly defeated the black jackal, and it was not a big deal. There are very few palaces in their early twenties in the rivers and lakes, but martial artists in their twenties are a handful. In addition, he has a messy trick, he doesn't look like a famous kid, and he is used to flirting with black fists, and he doesn't look like a person with a background. Now that things are getting bigger, it's impossible to be good, so it's just a habit to ask first.

Bing Hu kept turning his wrist and glared at the strange eyes like copper bells, while Bing Leopard shook his folding fan to disguise Zhuge Liang with a calm and breezy expression.

Man Jianghong looked down at his chest and secretly complained, the entrance and exit documents of the research institute had been dropped in the fight just now.

Since their identities can't be proven, these three guys look like they're in trouble again, and they have to quickly throw away the "murder weapon" in their hands. If they are afraid of their identity and fight with their bare hands, they can still resist for a while with their body protection skills. If you don't throw away the fishing fork and give them the excuse to use the weapon, the probability of finding death will definitely rise in a straight line, and the taste of being cut by a knife just now is not pleasant!

Man Jianghong hurriedly thrust the fishing fork into the flower bed on the side, and was about to speak, when he felt a strong wind hit, the figure in front of him flashed, and he was punched like a mountain in his chest, and suddenly his whole body flew up, crashed into the wall four or five meters away, and fell into it.

Bing Long and Leopard looked at each other and smiled.

Bing Hu was born with divine power, and the power of this punch was that even a high-level martial artist at the peak realm might not be able to hit it. Although he had only broken through to the early stage of the middle-level martial artist and reached the early stage of the high-level, his realm was stable, and this punch really had a strength of more than two thousand kilograms. Now that kid is afraid that he doesn't have a single intact bone on his body, and even his heart, liver and lungs are crushed into meat sauce.

"Brother!" came the screams of a heart-rending girl.

A door opened on the edge of the collapsed hole, and Honglian only showed half of her body, and there was a sound of a stool toppling over behind her, and one hand grabbed her ankle and dragged her back, and the door slammed shut.

Bing Long looked at it in his eyes, scolded angrily in his heart, stinky and shameless little girl, look at how Lao Tzu will clean you up later!

At this moment, it seemed that all the windows behind the windows even stopped breathing, and the heart hung in the throat.

A large human-shaped hole had collapsed in the wall, and the dust was filled, and broken bricks and cement blocks were still falling.

With a few violent coughs, a man bent down and crawled out of it, shook his heels a few times, and roared and pounced on Binghu.