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With the teacup shattering and Pan Hu's angry shouting, strong men in black clothes rushed in around the villa, all with unkind faces, looking at Jiang Xiaofan viciously, as if they were going to grab him and tear him apart in the next moment.

Looking at the murderous crowd around him, Jiang Xiaofan was unmoved, and still sipped fragrant tea calmly, "It's good to be like this earlier! Why wear a mask to disguise yourself to play dumb riddles! I'm tired if you're not tired!"

"Your courage is admirable! In the face of the invincible strength gap, you can still sit calmly and drink tea! I admire you quite a bit at this point!" Pan Hu chuckled and said, "If you are willing to obediently leave it to me, it will be okay for me to hand over this Qinglong Gang to you in time!"

"Your Qinglong Gang?" Jiang Xiaofan laughed, "In my eyes, it's just like a chicken and a dog, and it's vulnerable." ”

"Hmph, the light of rice grains also dares to compete with Haoyue! You still have to think about how to write a will!" Pan Hu sneered, and for Jiang Xiaofan, the frog at the bottom of the well, the original good impression in his heart was instantly cleared.

"The light of the grains of rice, Haoyue, why does the villain love to say these things so much, can there be something new? Don't you know, saying this is equivalent to setting up a flag?" Jiang Xiaofan looked at Pan Hu with a smile, and his hidden momentum was ready to explode at any time.

"Hahaha! I have nothing to say about you weak chicken! Let's go! Leave him a dog's life, let my son finish him with his own hands!" Pan Hu waved his hand, and then turned around and went up to the second floor with Liu Xiulian, Pan Guowei, and Han Wu.

Forty or fifty men in black looked at each other, smiling at the corners of their mouths, slowly stepping forward with their teeth and claws, constantly rubbing their fists. In their eyes, Jiang Xiaofan is like a little sheep, which can be caught with one move.

Facing the man in black who was like a wolf and a tiger, Jiang Xiaofan directly ignored it and said indifferently: "Hey, let me tell you something, this Qinglong Gang doesn't have to exist in the future!"

Pan Hu smiled noncommittally, sat on the sofa in the corridor on the second floor, and quietly watched the big drama on the first floor.

The men in black all burst into laughter, looking at Jiang Xiaofan like fools. The Blue Dragon Gang doesn't have to exist? You stinky boy who doesn't know the height of the sky doesn't have to exist, right?

Jiang Xiaofan ignored everyone, got up and paced slowly, and walked straight to the stairs on the second floor.

Seeing Jiang Xiaofan so indifferent, the man in black was stunned, and for a while he actually got out of the way. When they had to pass through a few black-clothed people, they woke up and instantly surrounded Jiang Xiaofan.

Jiang Xiaofan was in the middle of the crowd, glanced at everyone coldly, and then continued to raise his feet and paced.

This kid dares to despise us! The man in black felt that he was insulted, and one by one he was furious, and immediately punched Jiang Xiaofan mercilessly, dozens of fists were as dense as raindrops.

Jiang Xiaofan didn't look at it, and snorted lightly: "Break!" didn't see Jiang Xiaofan make any moves, as the word "break" fell, all the black-clothed people in the hall were stunned like chickens listening to the magic sound, maintaining a punching posture.

Jiang Xiaofan paced slowly, and behind him, all the black-clothed people fell down in an instant, lying on their stomachs in unison, the scene was very spectacular!

"This!" Upstairs, Pan Hu was shocked, holding on to the railing, and looked at the subordinates underground in disbelief. "What are you doing! Don't get up and grab that kid!"

"Your subordinates don't work!" Jiang Xiaofan slowly went upstairs, smiling contemptuously at the corners of his mouth, and said sarcastically.

"You!" Pan Hu saw Jiang Xiaofan go upstairs, and he was so frightened that he retreated again and again.

"You're a human or a ghost! Don't come here!" Liu Xiulian exclaimed, and hurriedly hid behind the sofa, half-squatting and shivering.

"Dad, get him away! I don't want to see him!" Pan Guowei was shocked, and stepped back again and again on the sofa, looking at Jiang Xiaofan in horror.

"Yo, why are you so scared! Wasn't it majestic before, but now you know that you are afraid?" Jiang Xiaofan's eyes were half-narrowed, and the corners of his mouth were smiling.

Pan Hu retreated to the sofa, turned his head and said to Han Wu: "Ah Wu, hurry! kill this kid!"

"Okay, boss!" Han Wu responded, his fists touching his chest, his feet jumping briskly, and he threw several punches quickly. After warming up slightly, the waist is half bent, and the fists are placed in front of the jaw, and the offensive and defensive posture is assumed.

"Huh, boxer?" As soon as Jiang Xiaofan saw Han Wu's movements, a profession instantly flashed in his mind.

"Yes, I am the boxer champion of the southern region of Huaxia! I have defeated countless famous generals and fought Tyson for several rounds!" Han Wu looked proud, "You can lose under my fist, it's your luck!"

"Snort! low-end skills are also worth boasting about, and your achievements are only there!" Jiang Xiaofan sneered, his eyes unabashedly contemptuous of Han Wu.

"Say these things when you have your life!" Han Wu was not provoked, his eyes were fixed on Jiang Xiaofan, and his feet kept jumping, trying to find an opportunity to kill with one blow.

"Then let me learn your boxing!" Jiang Xiaofan withdrew his spiritual power and stood with his hands in his hands, quite like a fairy.

"Look for death!" Seeing that Jiang Xiaofan had no defensive action, Han Wu broke off his drink, rushed forward, and slammed a straight fist into Jiang Xiaofan's chest.

Seeing Han Wu move, Pan Guowei shouted again and again: "Go on, Han Wu, kill him! Kill him, I will reward you with 1 million!"

Jiang Xiaofan glanced at Pan Guowei, and Sen Leng Killing Intent instantly exploded. Pan Guowei sensed the chill and was so frightened that he hurriedly hid behind the sofa, revealing only half of his head.

At this moment, Han Wu's straight punch had already hit. Jiang Xiaofan was not in a hurry, and then took out a palm to meet Han Wu's straight punch.

"Click, look for death!" Han Wu knew that he could kill a cow with one punch, looking at Jiang Xiaofan's white and tender palms, it was obvious that he was a person who hadn't exercised much, and the result was obvious!

The fists intersected, Jiang Xiaofan not only did not retreat, but his palms did not break, but the five fingers of his palms firmly grasped Han Wu's fist.

"This is the so-called boxing champion, the strength is too weak!" Jiang Xiaofan shook his head, obviously disappointed.

Han Wu's eyes widened, full of incredulity, the thin person in front of him could actually catch his heavy punch with one hand, and there were not many people in the world who could! "You! You can catch my fist! Not many people can catch it! Who the hell are you!"

"Hmph, with such a weak attack, there are too many people who can catch it! You frog at the bottom of the well haven't touched it, so you are arrogant!" Jiang Xiaofan snorted coldly, his palm clenched Han Wu's fist like a pincer.

"I don't believe it! Come again!" Han Wu shouted angrily and struck an uppercut with his left hand.

Jiang Xiaofan's right palm came first, slapped on Han Wu's left forearm, and missed his fist. Han Wu was not flustered, as if he had expected it, his right foot suddenly kicked out, and kicked backwards towards the popliteal fossa of Jiang Xiaofan's left knee. Jiang Xiaofan's left foot flew quickly, and he fought the front. Poof, with a light sound of flesh and blood, Jiang Xiaofan was still as steady as Mount Tai, but Han Wu was shocked and retracted his feet.

"This is your strength, give you a chance, if you have any tricks, just come!" Jiang Xiaofan sneered, let go of his restrained hand, and took a step back.

(End of chapter)

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