Chapter 117: Uncle, on the road!
Under the dim street lamp, the man paced.
His skin was pale, his face seemed to be covered with skin and bones, his eye sockets were deep, and he didn't even have eyebrows.
The black round hat on the top of his head is strange and weird.
On his body, he was wearing a pure black gown, which was quite antique.
How many years has the Qing Dynasty been dead, and the master is still conservative.
Needless to say, that family must have had a vested interest back then.
As soon as the grandfather appeared, the bustling night streets were silent.
Even Han Shixiao's heart sank suddenly.
"Don't panic."
Zhang Ruoyu's voice sounded slowly, lit a cigarette, and stared at the master with a calm gaze, as well as the nearly three hundred fierce men behind the master.
The comprehensive quality of these people is much stronger than Han Shixiao's younger brother, and they are basically practicing their families.
Han Shixiao looked at Brother Zhang with a blank eye, wanting to see what countermeasures he had. Anyway, the eldest brother has no choice but to fight to the death.
"Listen to me, call the police."
Zhang Ruoyu cut the railway.
Han Shixiao trembled.
"Don't report it." Han Shixiao has a lot of backbone. "Death will not be avenged!"
It's really going to be reported, how can the cold-faced Yama mix in the coastal area in the future?
The body is small, but the face is big!
"Then you'll do it later." Zhang Ruoyu said in a calm tone. "I think this guy is at least forty years old, and his bones are brittle. If you really beat him to death with an iron fist, we will both have to suffer a lawsuit. ”
Han Shixiao is about to cry.
Do I hit? Still tapping?
That's a super master of the famous coastal area...
Zhang Ruoyu saw through the eldest brother's thoughts, pursed his lips and said: "I didn't take it lightly, once I made a move, the big punch of the sandbag would definitely kill him." ”
"I don't want to bother you." Zhang Ruoyu said.
Han Shixiao felt that Brother Zhang's explanation was very reasonable, although there was a lot of moisture.
But—
Brother Zhang was afraid of killing that master.
If Han Shixiao made a move, he was afraid of being beaten to death by that master.
And behind that master, there are so many disciples and grandchildren.
Just one big disciple, Chen Qing, was enough for him to drink a pot.
"Just click on it." Zhang Ruoyu told thousands of instructions. "Don't go up, killing is to pay for your life."
Han Shixiao gritted his teeth, clenched his iron fist and said: "I only smoke Huazi, only drink the table, and today next year, go to my grave!" ”
He gave an order, and the group of stinky fish and shrimp with blue noses and swollen faces behind him followed the boss.
"Once the strong man is gone, he will not return!"
Zhang Ruoyu used his vigorous voice to see off the generals: "Although tens of millions of people are going! ”
"Uncle, you're on your way!"
Han Shixiao's legs were weak, and his blood was rolling: "Brothers, do it!" ”
Bang!
Bang bang!
Chen Qing only brought three or five of the master's apprentices and grandchildren, and he smashed the eldest brother and his group.
It takes three minutes.
Chen Qing glanced at Han Shixiao coldly: "Okay, old Han, stay and go." It's just a broken leg, and it's not about killing him. ”
Han Shixiao's nose was blue and his face was swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.
He hunched over and gasped for air.
The dark eyes flashed with anger: "If you want to move him, kill me first!" ”
Chen Qing said angrily: "Don't be embarrassed!" ”
Han Shixiao didn't say a word, just stayed in front of Zhang Ruoyu.
Chen Qing was very unhappy, this surnamed Han was Han Daowei's godson, and he had followed the coastal king since he was a child.
This weight is definitely heavier than the Han family's aunt.
If you kill him, you won't be able to get over your face, and it won't end well.
But don't move him, this guy who can't do it has to carry it again, it's very difficult.
"There are rules for the sea."
That man is like a mountain, standing in the midst of the crowd.
The thin lips opened slightly, and he said indifferently: "If you want to break the rules, I will abolish you, and Boss Han will not blame me." ”
With that, he raised his hand slightly.
Behind him, several Lian Jiazi with eyes like eagles and tigers stepped forward.
These people have thick bones, big shoulders and round waists, and they are full of aura when they walk like Land Rovers.
They strode close to Han Shixiao, as well as Zhang Ruoyu who was standing behind Han Shixiao.
This battle is inevitable.
If Han Shixiao does not retreat, he will be abolished.
"What are the rules of the seaside?"
Zhang Ruoyu raised his hand and patted Han Shixiao's shoulder, stepped forward calmly, and unbuttoned his shirt slowly.
This dress was bought by Mr. Han, so I have to wear it until I get divorced, so I have to save it.
"My rules are rules." The master glanced at Zhang Ruoyu lightly.
If it weren't for Lu Shao to speak in person, then the master wouldn't have come in person.
"It's the first time I've met someone crazier than me." Zhang Ruoyu picked up Han Shixiao, took off the old-fashioned watch left for him by the dead old ghost on his wrist, and handed it to Han Shixiao. "Don't blink, study hard."
"Tonight, let you see the demeanor of a ten-year veteran of Beimang!"
Syllable!
There was a popping sound in the air.
Zhang Ruoyu pulled from his waist and pulled out the black belt.
Then alone, facing hundreds of people.
"I'm alone with the three hundred of you, and I use some weapons, isn't it too much?"
Zhang Ruoyu swept 300 people at a glance, and one husband was the gate.
A cold color flashed in the man's eyes.
The whole street was sealed off, and there was not a single spectator.
Who is he pretending to be?
And fight three hundred?
can put down ten, even if he hasn't been in vain for ten years.
"Scrap him!"
Chen Qing took the lead, like a jackal, tiger and leopard, and swooped up.
He still remembers the revenge of being attacked in a nightclub.
At this moment, you have the chance to win, and you have that master in charge.
He's going to get the field back himself!