Chu Mo looked at the tall man holding a big shovel in front of him, and his face was gloomy. Hearing Qi Ling's cry behind him, his heart tingled, and he didn't look back, afraid to see her at this time, but he just reached out and touched it, touching the cold tears on her face, and his body still couldn't stop trembling.

"I'm sorry I'm late." A word that suppresses all emotions, the emotions that are surrounded by anger and pain.

It's too late, so that his Qiling suffers so much.

withdrew his hand, stood up, patted the sawdust on his body, and stared gloomily at the tall black man standing in front of him.

The black man wore only a leather wallet, and his shirt was open to reveal his strong chest, and on the belt around his waist, a gun was so swaggering and dazzling. The big shovel was on his shoulder, and he had a very mocking and disdainful smile on his face, as if he was proud of the move he had just done as if he were playing tricks on the lamb to be slaughtered.

As soon as the little boy saw this black and strong mountain, he was immediately frightened and panicked, and without saying a word, he got up and ran, because of the panic, he stumbled all the way. was discovered, and he didn't want to ask for Chu Mo's extra money, he just wanted to save his life and run away.

For the little boy's run, the black man in front of him just glanced at it, smiled and scolded loudly at the little boy's back, and the little boy heard the black boy's scolding, and ran faster in fright. Seeing the little boy's appearance, the black man smiled even more happily.

"Is that you?" Chu Mo said lightly.

Is it this black guy in front of him who caught his Ah Qi here and made his Ah Qi so embarrassed?

Unforgivable!

"The next shovel will blow your head off, Chinese man, haha!" The black man pointed at Chu Mo with disdain and said, and laughed arrogantly after speaking.

Like Bernard, he was born in the military, and he has undergone all kinds of devil-like training in the war, and has killed a lot of people on the battlefield, and the cruelty of the war has long made him cold-blooded and ruthless, and he simply disdains the Chinese man with fine skin and tender flesh in front of him.

The black man laughed wildly, and Chu Mo was expressionless. He took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it on fire, and smoked it. It seemed to be calm, but it made people feel inexplicably chilled, and one after another. Even the black man's smile slowly stopped, and he said, "Don't be so leisurely, you're going to die." ”

With that, a shovel swung it again.

The wind drawn by this shovel is more powerful than the previous shovel, as if he really wants to blow Chu Mo's head with a shovel.

Chu Mo seemed to be calm, but in his heart he knew the strength of the black man in front of him, he was swept by such a shovel, he would definitely die, and he naturally did not dare to underestimate it in his heart, all kinds of anger in his heart broke out instantly, and the fireworks between his fingers flicked directly to the face of the black block, and the black block snorted, this slight pause, Chu Mo had already dodged the shovel that came over, and then swept fiercely, directly sweeping the nearly two-meter black block to the ground.

Because the black man grew tall, this fall stirred up a piece of ash on the ground, and he felt that the earth was shaking, and the shovel in his hand also fell out of his hand, and Chu Mo kicked the shovel to the side with a kick.

The black man sat up, looked at the shovel that was kicked away, then looked at Chu Mo, smiled, and said, "Do you fight with hand-to-hand?" Hehe, I like it the most. He pressed his knuckles, making a crisp sound, and it seemed that he really didn't plan to pull out the gun on his waist and directly deal with Chu Mo.