"I'm in my mouth!"

The mad boy dragon, who was fighting fiercely with Yaoyang, was about to give Yaoyang a kick, but his shoulders sank, his body suddenly lost his balance, and in a trance, the prince's figure had already passed him and raised his fist to blast towards Yaoyang.

Although the two staggered quickly, it also gave Yaoyang a chance to breathe, only to see Yaoyang suddenly get up and kick away, kick away the prince who rushed forward, and then he also raised his fist and ran towards the prince's door.

Seeing that Yaoyang's fist was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, the prince held his breath and was about to raise his hand to parry, but suddenly a push on his waist made him staggered two steps uncontrollably.

"Whew!"

It wasn't until Yaoyang's fierce punch missed, that the prince subconsciously turned his head, only to realize that the mad dragon who was pulled behind him rushed up again at some point, and pushed himself aside.

"Your opponent hasn't been solved yet, it's not your turn to rob me!"

In a low cheer, the mad dragon swept and kicked and pumped under Yaoyang's ribs, making Yaoyang gasp.

This kid...... Are you fighting with him?!

The prince laughed angrily.

Since dominating Tsim Sha Tsui, not only within Hongxing, but also in the three districts of Yau Tsim Wang, which club mentions him, he is not allowed to be called a prince.

A red stick who is not even qualified to plant a flag in Yau Tsim Wang actually dares to compete with his prince for prey?!

The strong strength has already created the prince's unparalleled arrogance, he suffered a loss in Yaoyang's hands before, in the prince's heart, the battle between him and Yaoyang is justified, and no one else will be allowed to touch it!

If he doesn't even have this domineering, why is his prince called the god of war!

"Without you, my prince can also deal with these two people hitting the street, so don't get in the way here!"

The prince struck Yaoyang's side again and threw a swinging fist.

The fist wind was strong and roaring, and Yaoyang heard that the evil wind was not good, and hurriedly lowered his head.

And Yaoyang's bow of his head just revealed the mad dragon, the prince obviously looked at it, but his fist strength did not have the slightest intention of restraint, and he smashed it down fiercely!

"Bang!"

The crazy dragon who was caught off guard was scratched by his fist, and his body couldn't help but take half a step back and give up his position.

The prince paused and turned his head to look at the mad dragon.

Although he didn't speak, the mad dragon clearly read the meaning in the prince's gaze.

Don't get up again!

is like a lion who protects food, the prince's majestic majesty, uncovered!

"Heh, want to be vindictive? I'm with you! ”

If it was someone else, in the face of the prince's warning, I am afraid that I would have been timid in my heart.

But the person facing the prince at this time is a crazy dragon who has long forgotten life and death and is in a dream!

Just like Li Wenhang once reminded Han Bin with a wry smile.

The prince of the god of war, who is still in the stage of domineering and rebellious, and the crazy dragon who was born with a thirst for war, will never be able to pee in a pot, in the final analysis, they are all the same at this time, and there is no word forbearance in the dictionary!

The mad boy dragon took a deep breath and was about to step forward again, but the corner of his eye suddenly glanced behind him.

It turned out that Ah Li, who had been forced to retreat by the prince before, had now raised the folding stool and rushed up.

"This is a stage without trash fish, get away!"

With a low drink, the hind feet of the mad dragon suddenly lifted, and a tiger tail kick came out, kicking Ali in the chest.

After forcing Ah Li back, the mad boy dragon actually learned from the prince, and he didn't have the slightest desire to make up for Ah Li who stumbled and fell, but rushed forward and joined the vicious fight between the prince and Yaoyang again!

Seeing that the atmosphere between the mad dragon and the prince was delicate, and the tricks of the two sides, even if they flashed, they were obviously going to hit the friendly army, and the castration did not decrease at all, the mad dragon secretly gritted his teeth, but he also rose in his heart to rejoice.

Needless to say, even if the Mad Dragon is slightly inferior, if it weren't for a long-term fierce battle, Yaoyang wouldn't be able to easily take him down.

Fortunately, both of them are competing to win, if they work together, I am afraid that they will not be able to sing for a long time!

It's just that it doesn't seem to be a way to drag on like this.

Yaoyang thought hard about countermeasures, but obviously forgot that how could he be distracted by the-for-tat confrontation between masters.

Taking advantage of the fact that his fists and feet involuntarily slowed down by half a beat, the mad boy dragon and the prince discovered the flaw almost at the same time, and the two of them threw out a swing fist, both of which went straight to Yaoyang's face!

"Bang!"

Almost at the same time, the fists of the two hit one after another!

An uncontrollable buzz sounded in Yaoyang's head, and his steps staggered.

"Now I'll tell you to close the skin!"

The mad boy dragon roared wildly, kicked the ground hard with his left foot, lifted his right knee again, and went straight to Yaoyang's chest!

At the same time, the prince's high kicks also roared!

"Big guy, be careful!!"

At this critical moment, Ali rushed up, his wide figure opened his arms, and his two arms were like the pincers of a giant worm, directly blocking the waist and hugging the mad dragon and the prince.

The two of them were blocked, and the slam that should have been swung was interrupted, which also brought Yaoyang back to his senses.

"Hurry up, big man!"

Ali grabbed the prince and the mad dragon and roared at Yaoyang.

Yaoyang, who had been beaten and lost his mind, finally came to his senses at this moment.

Looking at Ali, who was holding the prince and the crazy boy, Yaoyang knew that even if he went on now, he would have no chance of winning, so he gritted his teeth, no longer wasting the time that Ali had gained, and turned around and fled.

"Your mother!"

Seeing Yaoyang, who was already close in front of him, escape, the prince and the mad boy dragon were both red-eyed.

Almost at the same time, the two of them raised their iron elbows and smashed them down together on the top of Ali's head!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The muffled sound of the iron elbow smashing, one after the other, Ali's smashed head was dizzy, and Venus was in chaos, but he didn't let go no matter what, but instead tightened his two arms tighter and tighter!

In all fairness, Yao Yang is by no means a righteous man, and his enemies are far more than his brothers.

But even if he is not known for his righteousness, if he can come to this step, how can there be no one who is willing to die for him.

Not to mention more, at least Ali in front of him can definitely be counted as one!

In the night, Yaoyang's figure was already fleeing farther and farther.

And the bad brains who were originally put down by the prince in front of him didn't know when they woke up quietly and quietly left.

The fish stall that was still lively before, only Ah Li, who had already lowered his head, was still holding the prince and the mad dragon with his arms, and at this time he was not so much a human being as a solidified sculpture.

"Pounce...... Street! ”

Looking at the Thunder Tiger who had completely disappeared, the prince's anger burned to the peak.

He is the god of war in Hongxing, and he is the prince brother who stands on the cusp of Hong Kong, how can he be willing to endure failure!

"Click!"

In a fit of rage, the prince directly broke Ali's thumb and then tore away his embrace.

Maybe he knew that he couldn't stop it anymore, or maybe he knew that Yaoyang had successfully escaped, and with the prince fighting, Ali's body fell heavily and fell to the ground, and there was no sound.

Although he was extremely angry, the prince's arrogance was doomed, and he would not be angry with the dead.

If you can't deal with the dead, there is only one remaining target to vent.

The prince turned his head and looked at the mad dragon, his eyes almost wanting to choose someone to devour.

And just as it happened, the mad boy dragon who had just broken free from the shackles also raised his head, and looked at the prince with a fighting spirit.