Then he didn't even care about the spear that fell to the ground, and simply rushed towards Zhang Peng with his bare hands.

On the other hand, with Zhang Peng's charge to save Big and Little Tigers, the originally solid three-man formation naturally fell apart.

Kamba was a little better. Although he had little experience in street fighting, he was able to calm down the situation in a short time with his martial arts. But it was A Lang who was holding a long iron rod in his hand.

Seeing Zhang Peng step forward, A Lang also rushed forward with an iron rod. But as soon as he took a step, someone hit his calf with a stick, and his center of gravity tilted down. A Lang walked forward for two more steps.

He couldn't even take a step without stopping.

With a "thump", Alang, who had inherited Yi Da's ability to knock out the sap and replenish the Yin Dao eight, finally felt the feeling of being tricked and threw himself to the ground.

The moment A Lang fell to the ground, the men and horses in the south of the city were like sharks smelling the smell of blood in the ocean. Like vicious dogs grabbing shit, they crowded in front of A Lang and kicked him down.

"Crack!"

A Lang's black suit, which cost over RMB 10,000, was wrinkled and full of dirt.

Not to mention these, he does not have the awareness of self-protection that Dahu has learned from many experiences and lessons. If he is stepped on the ground, if he cannot protect his head, it will be a critical blow.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Alang's head hit the ground one after another, and his forehead turned red instantly.

Zhang Peng had already started a duel with Helmet, so he naturally had no time to pay attention here. Kamba glanced at A Lang who was being beaten, and had no choice but to knock down the opponent in front of him with a knife and pounce on him.

Kamba moved his long legs and struck out like lightning one after another, knocking down the young men who were attacking Alang the hardest one after another.

"Woo!"

But the good times don't last long. If you want to cover everything under heavy siege, it is absolutely impossible. A huge sound of breaking wind came from Kamba's ears, and he subconsciously tilted his head.

"Bang!"

A large solid iron rod hit Kamba on the back of the neck, forcing him to stagger forward several steps before he stopped.

"Don't stick close to him. This is the right way to fight. Just surround him and fight! As long as he attacks someone, the others will hurry up and say hello!"

The yellow-haired boy who succeeded in the attack shouted loudly while holding a big iron bar.

The advantage of being one inch longer and one inch stronger is also highlighted at this time, not to mention that Kamba's two fists are difficult to defeat with four hands. In this situation where the opponent has found the rhythm, he still wants to stabilize the situation by himself and protect Ah.

The comprehensiveness of the wave can be said to be difficult to reach the sky!

"Bang!"

Seeing Kamba throwing a rat weapon, the yellow-haired boy deliberately kicked Alang on the head. The pointed leather shoes were like a sharp blade. While killing Alang, it also severely stimulated Kamba's nerves.

"First kill this one on the ground! Then deal with this martial artist, one by one. Don't worry, we have plenty of time!"

Huang Mao had an evil smile on his face, and under his guidance, several people around him kicked A Lang.

"Holy shit!" Kamba is the fighting champion of the Seven Cities. No matter how good his skills are or how ferocious his killing moves are, in the final analysis he is still a young man in his twenties and thirties.

When his brother suffered all kinds of humiliation, he couldn't bear it anymore! He stamped his right foot fiercely, and his whole body rose into the air. He kicked Huang Mao's chest, and with great force, he fell down with Huang Mao, causing

Huang Mao hit the cement floor hard.

But if this twenty-three or four-year-old young man were to play with his brains, he was indeed no match for Huang Mao and others. The reason why he dealt with Alang was to anger Kamba.

The moment Kamba took a step forward, he actually fell into Huang Mao's trap. Although Huang Mao was stepped on by Kamba, his goal was achieved.

Kamba didn't have time to take action against Huang Mao who was stepped on.

"Bang bang bang...!"

Seven or eight large iron rods hit Kamba's back, shoulders, and neck at that moment, and one even hit him on the back of the head.

No matter how outstanding Kamba's ability to withstand blows is, he is still a human being in the final analysis. He is not the incomparable urban god of war who is invulnerable to water and fire. His whole body sinks downwards due to gravity.

“Bang bang bang!”

Kamba was so dizzy after suffering a heavy blow to his head that he was unable to dodge.

Killing you while you are sick is a must-have skill for beating a drowned dog. Several young men under Huang Mao seized the opportunity and swung the iron rods fiercely one after another.

If it were a wheel battle, it might not be a problem for Kamba to fight more than a dozen at a time. But due to his lack of street experience, he suffered from the calculations of the old oil man. No matter how hard he worked, he was still afraid of the loss of the kitchen knife, so he fell down with hatred.

Huang Mao, who had knocked down Kamba, got up from the ground, wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and gave a thumbs up towards the helmet that was fighting Zhang Peng not far away.

At this moment, Zhang Peng punched Helmet very close to the face. Helmet lost its yellow hair due to observation, and his cheeks quickly became red and swollen as he was unable to dodge.

But when he saw that the last person except Zhang Peng was knocked to the ground, he still couldn't help laughing and pointed at Zhang Peng and cursed: "Hahahaha, aren't you a jerk? I really want to see if you can do it alone.

Kill a hundred of them!"

Then he waved his hand towards the people who were gradually and completely surrounding him and said: "Whoever kills him, I will personally pay him 30,000 yuan to be the emperor for a week!"

"Brother Helmet is awesome!"

"If you do what you want, you will become the emperor!"

No matter how brave Zhang Peng was, the guys were raining down on him, causing him to stumble slightly. He was defeated like a mountain and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

"Fuck nm!"

Xiao Hao, who was pinned to the hood of the Civic by seven or eight people, never stopped trying to get away from the moment the scene broke out. At this moment, his throat was completely hoarse from shouting, and his whole body was subconsciously jumping up.

"Bang!" The helmet kicked Xiao Hao on the lower abdomen. Xiao Hao's face turned red instantly, as if he had something stuck in his throat and couldn't say it.

"What a dick thing. If it weren't for your father's status, I would have to bury you tonight. You have no ability. Why are you calling for a dick? You second-generation fucker!"

Originally looking at Helmet, who was in a good mood despite being beaten a few times, his eyes suddenly turned red with anger, and he pointed at Xiao Hao and cursed angrily.

The people next to me all looked confused, obviously unable to understand the change in mood of their eldest brother.

Then Helmet pointed at two cars with his hand and shouted: "These two cars were smashed by me! They will be afraid when they think of me in the south of the city!"

"Brother, who's in the car?" Huang Mao asked tentatively from the side.

The division of labor in the south of the city was clear. After Xingzi and A Ming withdrew from the battle circle, the incompetence of several team leaders led to Helmet and Huang Mao taking over the battlefield. Now, besides Helmet, the biggest player in the field is Huang Mao.

"Pa!" A sudden big mouth slapped Huang Mao's face, and the helmet's behavior was beyond everyone's expectations.

Huang Mao was in pain and covered the left side of his face, looking at the helmet in fear, but he didn't dare to ask, fearing that he would get slapped again if he wasn't paying attention.

"Snapped!"

Although Huang Mao didn't speak, his pitiful expression seemed to offend the helmet again, causing the big mouth to fall on his face again.

Helmet's fingers were about to poke Huang Mao's face and he cursed angrily.
Chapter completed!