Yan Zhendong is at the end of his rope in Foshan.

But because he is poor, he provokes very little right and wrong, and it is because of the sale of martial arts that he annoys some local kung fu masters, and other than that, he really has nothing to covet.

He has a good kung fu, but he can't eat it if he wants to live, he has to find a way, and performing on the street has become his only means of livelihood.

When he has no money, no one takes him seriously, but once the poor become rich, like a child with gold, it will naturally arouse people's greed, and then they will put it into action.

These Shahe Gangs who collected protection fees in Foshan were originally arrogant and lawless, although they were scared by Li Xiake several times in Baozhilin last time, but there were many gangs in the Hesha Gang, and the rest of the people had not learned the power of Li Xiake, plus even the government could not do anything about them, these people left Li Xiake's power behind after the initial fear.

But even so, no one dared to go to Bao Zhilin to deliberately provoke Li Xiake, you must know that even the Admiral Wu Zongjun can only suffer a dumb loss in front of Li Xiake and dare not speak out, Li Xiake rose up with a sword and cut down the tree a few days ago, after all, it gave them a terrible impression that they will never forget, so although everyone is a lot bolder, as long as possible, they will still avoid Bao Zhilin far away.

But they are only afraid of Bao Zhilin, but the rest of the people are not in their eyes, and now they dare to even call out the government, so they dare to forcibly collect protection fees in Foshan in broad daylight.

Now Yan Zhendong, a down-and-out performer, has a large handful of Xian Dayang in his hands, how can these gangs let go?

"I said that I didn't have the current ocean in my pocket yesterday, it turned out that you stole it!"

A small leader of the Hesha Gang glanced at Yan Zhendong for a long time, and found that this person was indeed a foreigner who was easy to bully, so he put his mind at ease: "Thief eyebrows, it's not a good thing at first glance! Brothers, call me!"

The group of gangsters surrounding Yan Zhendong had been waiting impatiently, and after hearing the leader's order, they let out a shout and rushed towards Yan Zhendong in unison.

Yan Zhendong looked stunned, and when he reacted, these people's fists and feet had already reached him.

Yan Zhendong's body flashed, dodged a person's fist, took advantage of the situation to put the silver ocean in his hand into his pocket, and said loudly: "Brother is also a hard-working person who is down-and-out, it is not easy to live, brothers, can you give a way to live?"

As he spoke, he dodged the attacks of this group of people, but he never dared to fight back, but tried his best to say soft words: "Brothers, uncles, do well, give some way to live!"

"What are you?"

The little boss just now flipped his wrist and slashed at Yan Zhendong's wrist: "Hurry up and hand over the money!"

Yan Zhendong was startled, dodged this sudden knife, and his face had changed: "Uncles, don't you give you any way to live?"

He no longer dodged, and as soon as he reached out and grabbed it, a fist from the Shahe gang was grabbed by him, "Then I am going to learn the skills of the masters!"

"Click!"

Yan Zhendong used his palm to crush the fist of this Shahe gang, and in the howl of this person, he kicked out, and the volley of this person flew into the air, fell into a nearby shop, and smashed a pile of pots and bowls.

The group of people who were chasing Yan Zhendong were all stunned, and the leader drew a knife in his hand and shouted: "Good guy, he is still a practitioner, brothers, copy the guy, hack him to death!"

These people all carry swords with them, just now they just punched and kicked Yan Zhendong, only the small boss drew a knife to cut people, and now seeing that Yan Zhendong actually shot and hurt people, everyone was angry at this time, and they all drew their swords and slashed at Yan Zhendong.

The pedestrians on the street saw that both sides were desperate, and they all scattered to dodge, while the people in the restaurants and teahouses on both sides of the street applauded loudly from above: "The fight has started, the fight has started! Brothers have sung, I will pay for the song!"

So the gongs and drums sounded, and a little lady in Tsing Yi stood in the restaurant and sang softly: "Twenty-eight drops of that little beauty......"

A tea guest shouted, ", what are you singing?

The little lady in Tsing Yi changed another tune: "Drift away, don't ask the antecedents." I saw the remnants of the mid-mountain, shining on a sad person. The road is vast, and I can't help but feel sad, and the dust ahead is melancholy, which makes me cry and ......"

The singing and the sounds of the fights downstairs mingle to form a wonderful movement.

Downstairs on the street.

Yan Zhendong has been holding back before, but if he doesn't make a move, he won't make a move, and when he makes a move, it will be a shock.

After he kicked one person away, his body suddenly rushed forward, raised his arm and swung his fist, and one punch was punched, and the entire face of the opposite person was knocked down, and without saying a word, he was killed. Then punched and kicked, like a mad tiger, slamming left and right in the crowd, and drinking violently.

"Bang bang bang!"

Everyone at the scene, no one could pick up his moves, but all the people who were hit by him were either dead or injured, just in a moment, seven or eight people were beaten and lay on the ground silently, and a few were lying on the ground and vomiting blood.

"I can't eat if I want to? This Foshan is not my own place, is there really no place for me?"

Yan Zhendong looked sad and indignant, walked up to the little boss who was slashing him with a knife just now, and said angrily: "You are so short of money? Do you think I am a bully? Your grandmother is dripping, the tiger is not powerful, you should be a sick cat!"

When he said that he was angry, he suddenly raised his leg and stepped down, and with a "click", one of the little leader's legs was trampled off alive: "You still wanted to kill me just now? You are so bold! You go to Shandong and ask, Yan Zhendong of the Yan family's iron cloth shirt, that is also the number one person! In Shandong, everyone has to give me three points of face! What kind of dog are you, and you dare to rob me of my land money!"

He stepped on it as he spoke, and in a moment he broke all the thighs on the ground.

In the wailing of these people, Yan Zhendong turned around angrily and went to the street to pick up his shirt and prepare to put it on. When he was performing on the street just now, he was shirtless, and he never wore a shirt.

Just as he was getting dressed and about to leave, a gunshot rang out from the short-legged leader of the Shahe Gang.

Yan Zhendong's body shook, screamed, and fell to the ground suddenly.

When he fell to the ground, he looked back and saw the little boss who had just stepped on his broken leg leaning against the wall, with a foreign gun in his hand facing him, and the muzzle of the gun was still emitting a trace of white smoke.

Yan Zhendong saw that the foreign gun in his hand was going to be put again, so he rolled on the ground a few times in fright, rushed into a nearby rice shop, and ran out of the back door in the reprimand of the rice shop owner.

When Li Xiake was about to return to Baozhilin after taking a bath, he saw Yan Zhendong lying in the corner not far from the street and being pointed at and dying.

Not far away, a group of people from the Shahe Gang were noisily coming to arrest people.

Li Xiake's face sank, and he strode in front of Yan Zhendong: "How did you become like this?"

Yan Zhendong's body trembled, his face turned pale because of excessive blood loss, and he barely opened his eyes to look at Li Xiake: "Master Li, are you here?" You say, why is it so difficult to be a good person?"