Two blonde Europeans, wearing black vests and a huge X tattoo on their arms. The two slender machetes were arrogantly placed on the table within their reach, taking up a large area, and with their murderous looks, it was no wonder that no one sat with them.

As if sensing Li Yan's vigilance, the two vest men withdrew their gazes, glanced at each other, did not speak, and each lowered his head and picked up the mutton skewers and ate them in a sullen voice.

Maybe his sturdy body scared the other party, Li Yan was thinking so, Liu Fan had already sat down step by step, and happily shouted to the busy boss: "Shop, come to twenty mutton skewers, two plates of fried cakes, and two cups of milk tea!"

Liu Fan naughtily stuck out his tongue at Li Yan, who was walking slowly, "You like to eat fried cakes!

"Okay!" staring at the X-shaped tattoos on the arms of the two men in vests, Li Yan sat down and saw that the green tendons on their right hands were bursting out, the joints were thick, and the right arm was much thicker than the left arm, which was obviously the result of hard knife practice. Looking at the two machetes on the table, which are significantly longer than ordinary machetes, and the weight is not light, one of them is actually decorated with gold, and the excellent production of the knives alone shows that they are not ordinary people, nor do they look like the bodyguards of the rich.

The two cups of milk tea were served first, Liu Fan picked up one and asked Li Yan coquettishly with a straw: "Are you my Yoremi?"

Under the thin eyebrows, a pair of people were looking at Li Yan blinking. Li Yan, who was holding the milk tea, noticed that the eyes of the two men in vests fell on Liu Fan's proud breasts together, and his eyes were full of surprise. The two looked at each other again and nodded. One of them, who had a strange big stud in his left ear, suddenly stretched out his left hand and rudely grabbed Liu Fan's wrist. The man in the vest bared a mouthful of yellow teeth, opened his mouth and laughed and teased: "Miss, he doesn't want to make your milk tea, I'm willing, drink me now, right?"

Liu Fan was ashamed and angry, shook his hand, and shouted: "Get out! Get your claws back!"

"Hahaha!" The stud man laughed loudly, "This, is it a little difficult? When my hand meets my beloved beauty, I can't help but scratch it, as if it doesn't grow on me, what should you and I do?"

"My girlfriend has already told you to take your claws back, you'd better take them back!" Li Yan quietly put down the milk tea and looked at the stud man coldly.

"Phew!" the stud man glanced at Li Yan contemptuously, "Little white face, you'd better not look for a smoke." ”

The other man in a vest next to him grabbed a plate on the table and threw it into the sky, and the man with the earrings let out a low cry and lifted the long machete with lightning in his right hand. I saw the cold light flicker, the plate was cut in half in the air, and the wreckage fell back to the table with a thud, and the knife edge was very neat.

The stud man looked at Li Yan with contempt: "If you hadn't taken care of the beauty, I'm afraid this knife wouldn't be a plate, but directly on your head." ”

The stud man had to inch in, holding a knife in his right hand, and turning it over with his left hand, pinching Liu Fan's wrist tightly.

"Little white face, you'd better keep your mouth shut!......!" said the man in the vest who threw the plate viciously.

Before he finished speaking, his eyes were stinged by a cup of hot milk tea, and the man in the vest who threw the plate subconsciously covered his eyes with a whimper.

"Click!"

"Ahh

Li Yan, who suddenly burst out, flashed a blue light on his waist, and a blood mist appeared, and a few drops of blood splashed on Liu Fan's face who was screaming.

The blue light flew out from Li Yan's waist from the bottom up, swept over the earrings The man grabbed Liu Fan's left hand, "whoosh" through the table, "ah" and a muffled snort, the right hand of the bowl thrower just touched the handle of the machete on the table, and the palm of the hand was nailed to the table.

"Ahh

The short scene stunned everyone around, and after a moment of sluggishness, the pot exploded!

The shopkeeper screamed and got under the board with his hands and feet, the young men and women at the other tables screamed in horror, and some of the people who reacted quickly ran away, shouting "Murder!

The big ear stud that gritted his teeth and stabbed it backhand, cutting off the palm of the vest man who was nailed to the table, the man in the vest didn't say a word, the two took back their machetes, tore off a piece of clothing, and wrapped the bleeding wound indiscriminately, Li Yan, who slowly stood up, glanced angrily, and then looked at the blue wolf short knife that was still nailed to the table with a broken palm, and cursed hatefully: "This is not over!" turned around and fled quickly.

"Where, where?" the footsteps came one after another, and a piece of police came under the leadership of the people.

"Are you okay, are you frightened?" Li Yan held Liu Fan, who was disillusioned, and tore off the severed hand with all his might. used the napkin on the table to wipe the blood stains for Liu Fan, "Sit down and rest." ”

As soon as he pulled out the blue wolf short knife, people rushed over in a hurry, and when they saw Li Yan who was wiping the blood with a knife, a thin film policeman wearing myopia lenses was stunned, and asked carefully: "This big brother, I think you look like a person, are you a hero who fought with mecha soldiers in Jingacropolis a few days ago?"

Li Yan slowly put the blue wolf into his trouser pocket: "Yes, how do you know me?"

"Ah!" The eyes of the police officer were shocked, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said nervously: "Hello hero, I am Zhang Qing, the film policeman of Danzhu City, the day when the mecha soldiers disrupted the Jing Acropolis, the police force of the Jing Acropolis City to maintain law and order was not enough, so we were dispatched to support the police officers of Danzhu City, so I was fortunate to witness the hero's demeanor of killing the enemy." Hero, what do you have to do, just tell me!"

Zhang Qing soon saw two severed hands with blood stains not dry, lying gloomily on the dining table, one was still dripping blood, and the table was full of bloodstains. I felt a wave of vomiting in my stomach. ”

"The two hooligans didn't listen to the admonition, insulted my girlfriend on the street, and coerced me with knives, I only had to punish them and tell them to keep their claws......" Li Yan beckoned to the pale boss, "I have a witness, please ask the shopkeeper for details." ”

"What the hero said there, these garbage scum are lawless, offending the hero's girlfriend, it should teach them a lesson!" Zhang Qing looked at the severed hand and said admiringly, "The hero is really a good knife technique!" It seems to be a bottom-up picking, back-handed knife, a knife is cut off even the flesh and bones, the wound is smooth, there is no slightest tendon, the angle and strength must not be bad, and the speed is even more incredible, it is really powerful!"

The onlookers also stretched their necks to take a closer look, and those who could understand it and those who couldn't understand it were amazed.

"Good knife technique!"

"It's really a good knife ......"