Hong Guang picked up the gun and shot Zhou Xiaoxing one after another. He was very angry, but he was very profound and could not express his emotions and anger, which was a required course for people in his position.

"Hahaha, you can talk about it soon, okay, I will play with you, then, come here, you come and deal the cards, and I will bet with you."

"I don't gamble on cards."

"I'll do it." Seeing that the one-eyed man's treatment was effective, Dao Zai became concerned about Zhou Xiaoxing's situation. When he heard about the gambling, he volunteered.

"You, you're not good enough. Even if your master comes, I won't even bet with him."

The knifeman retreated.

With so many guns pointed at his head, he is self-aware.

Gambling on cards is not a problem, but gambling on heads is not.

When Hussein heard Hong Guang calling him, he took three steps at a time, stepped forward flatteringly, and stopped two or three steps away from Hong Guang.

"Hussein, Lord Hong, just call me Xiaohou. My Lord Qi often mentions you. It's better to be famous than to meet you." Hussein is not good at anything and is the best at flattery. I think back then, this rhetoric is still used today.

After the death of Chen Jincheng, the deed master, the latter was used very much.

As long as the flattery is good, Qi Ye can find it all over the street.

Hong Guang kicked Hussein and said rudely: "Comparing me with your gangster who is wanted all over the world, are you looking down on me?"

"Go away, what a star you are, you think I don't know."

This time, Hussein slapped the horse's leg with three or four kicks in a row, and Hussein rolled to the corner. He couldn't figure out whether his tone when speaking was wrong, his posture was not good enough, and his sentences were not clear enough. In short, it was miserable.

.

"Now, do you still want to bet?"

You kicked Hussein a few times and then you want me to bet. Are you thinking too much?

"What now?"

Hong Guang looked at Zhou Xiaoxing who was dismissive, and put the muzzle of the gun on Qimeng's head. Qimeng's body shook slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in the corner of her eyes. She was still useful to Hong Guang. Will Hong Guang kill him now?

She.

But what if?

Zhou Xiaoxing keenly caught Qimeng's slight fear. He clenched his fists and slowly raised his heels, preparing to grab the gun.

"I advise you to think clearly. I am old and my hands are not stable."

"Okay, I'll bet with you." Zhou Xiaoxing slowly leaned back. He was good at martial arts, but after all, he was not as fast as a gun. This is a fact and there is no argument.

It would be great if I could fly up in the air and cut off the gun in Hong Guang's hand.

Cut off your feet.

But he can’t?

He won't, but someone will.

Sir Huang.

While Zhou Xiaoxing was thinking, he saw Huang Bingyao among Hong Guang's younger brothers. He didn't leave. He went to work as an undercover agent.

Attacking from both front and back is a good idea.

But, what are the chances of winning?

Let’s take a gamble with Hong Guang first.

Bet, Zhou Xiaoxing won’t do it.

These thoughts swirled back and forth in Zhou Xiaoxing's head, and finally found an outlet: beat the old master to death with a blind fist.

Zhou Xiaoxing has made up his mind. Before gambling, he has one important thing to do. If he doesn't do it, he will not be able to eat well or sleep soundly in the future.

"However, before I bet with you, I have one important thing to do."

"If you don't want to tell me, do you want to go to the toilet?"

I have this idea, but it is really not the case now.

"Master Hong is joking, he is the one I want to do." Zhou Xiaoxing pointed at Hussein, who was holding his stomach and groaning.

"He, no problem."

As Zhou Xiaoxing slowly stepped forward, A Bao and the younger brother beside him followed suit. Zhou Xiaoxing gave Hong Guang a look.

You know.

Several guns were pointed at Abao and the others.

"If you don't want to die, it's best not to move."

He really understands.

Facing Zhou Xiaoxing, who was walking towards him step by step, Hussein was terrified. He had been beaten badly before, and if he came back now, he would definitely be dead.

He put his legs together and crawled towards Hong Guang on his knees: "Master Hong, help me, please help me..."

Hong Guang turned the wheelchair, leaving behind a lonely figure. He is a gambler, and he dislikes the most dirty tricks in his life. Not to mention Hussein, Chen Jincheng is here now, and Zhou Xiaoxing wants to fight.

He didn't say a word either.

Don't get me wrong, he still wants to kill Zhou Xiaoxing. Let the mouse have some fun before killing it so that it tastes delicious.

This idea is very... distinctive.

Zhou Xiaoxing waved his fist as big as a casserole, closed his eyes, and punched Hussein randomly, and returning my beautiful punch was nothing more than that.

Not very harmful, but very insulting.

The eyes of the people present were trembling slightly. Zhou Xiaoxing, you hit people really hard.

Especially Ah Bao, he was so frightened that he cried. He was also someone who had seen big scenes. When he saw Zhou Xiaoxing like this, he squatted down and drew circles on the ground.

Draw a circle and curse you.

The fight ended before it even started. There were only a few words in his mind at the moment: Good thing he didn't take action.

He wants to go home and find his mother.

Hong Guang has already put down the gun pointed at Qimeng. He has seen such scenes so many times that he feels like he cherishes talents.

He shook his head violently. What was he thinking? How could he have such thoughts?

But Zhou Xiaoxing’s beating was too shocking.

When Dao Zai saw this scene, his blood boiled. Why didn't he have such a chance? He had time to let Zhou Xiaoxing pass two moves.

He looked back at Xingzai. Xingzai had slowly woken up. The redness and swelling around his eyes had disappeared, but he could not open his eyes for a while.

The army on the side couldn't help but clapped, and the sound was soft. In this place, he has no weight at all and should not make a sound.

He played well, who told him to pay him so little?

At the same time, he secretly made up his mind: Zhou Xiaoxing is sure to be his big deal.

The camera returned to Zhou Xiaoxing. The fight was comfortable. He retracted his hand, opened his eyes, blew on his fist, and nodded with satisfaction.

Inadvertently, he saw the thing in front of him... It looked like a human but not very like it, it was probably a beast.

"Wow, what is this?"

He staggered back several steps, but the beast in his field of vision could still move. Its expression, demeanor, and movements were like a beast that could only exist in the sky, and could not be heard of in the human world.

"It's Hussein, you beat him like this, don't you recognize him?" Hong Guang really couldn't stand it, there is no such thing as beating someone.

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Hussein smiled sinisterly at the side, and Zhou Xiaoxing translated for him: It's me, it's me.

Let me teach you a lesson for free. You are not laughing. Strictly speaking, you are crying.

Don’t mislead passers-by.

"Ah this..." Zhou Xiaoxing was just playing for fun and didn't think anything of it. He looked at his hands subconsciously and said, "I don't blame you, I blame him for doing too many bad things.

Nothing wrong.

"Okay, you've beaten me too, so you can have a bet."

"Waiting for the formation."

"A little itchy again?"

"There is one thing left to do."

Hong Guang shook his head helplessly and waved his hand. He had watched such a wonderful show. He could wait any longer... Okay.

"Say, Meng Luo's IOU is in your side pocket?"

"Tell me, who is the real gambler?"

Daozai joined Zhou Xiaoxing's questioning team. Their purpose here was to break Hussein's money fraud plan.

"He can't do this. Give him a few more punches to help him."
To be continued...