How could that old man stand the kick of a strong black man? He fell to the ground.

Two young men followed behind him, very angry and negotiated with the two old foreigners in foreign languages.

The big old man came over and beat him, showing no mercy at all.

The skinny young man was knocked down again.

The white man fired a shot into the sky, and all the Tang people were frightened and stood there. Only two children rushed up and hugged each other's legs.

At the same time, four or five cars drove in, and some tall black and white men got out of the car. They walked to the children of the old men and women in a fierce manner, trying to shock the other party.

The little boy was kicked out again and his nose was bleeding, his face covered with blood.

That old man was so angry.

"I'll fight you guys, you bastards."

"I'll fight with you too and avenge my brother." A little girl rushed up, her eyes full of blood.

Several other children rushed up.

"It's simply seeking death. The dragon clan has a saying, "There is a way in heaven, and you will come to the hell without any way. Tomorrow is coming, it will be over. You still dare to be here." The foreign devils turned their fists as big as sandbags and were about to pass.

At this moment, a strong wind swept through.

A middle-aged woman cleaning came over with a broom.

He smashed the foreigners to the head and face it.

A foreigner had cramps on his neck and rolled around the ground with his neck covered, while another man was hit by a broom and covered his stomach in his chest and screamed on the ground.

But in the end, two fists are hard to beat four hands. The middle-aged woman who swept the streets was quickly subdued and slapped by the sheep devil.

"You bastards, dare to bully my wife." A middle-aged man ran over from a distance. His figure was not tall and his fists were not big, but when these foreigners faced him, they realized how fierce he was.

A big old black sandbag fist was blown by the opponent's small fist, and all the fingers of five fingers were broken.

Another white man holding a gun wanted to shoot, but was hit on his wrist by the woman holding a broom. The gun fell to the ground, and the woman stretched out and kicked the gun away.

More and more people came, and some people were holding sticks and brooms and surrounded by bricks.

But at the same time, the foreigners also sent signals to the outside world that dozens of big cars were used in it, and a group of black and white people with iron sticks got out of the car. These old, young, women and children with no power could be their opponents.

Those people were fierce and vicious, usually jumped out of the car and walked slowly towards this side, as if they were harvesting cabbage, and they did not regard these people on Chinatown as humans at all.

In their opinion, these people should have been cleaned up long ago and they should not exist here at all. Their country has been well built, and these people have already put in their efforts and should rush back after they have used up.

Just when they were trying to act violently, a big man from a pancake shop came out with a rolling pin. The rolling pin in his hand was very long, unlike the ordinary rolling pin, which was about 1.7 meters tall, which was about the same size as his.

"You bastards, you beasts, we will leave safely tomorrow. You dare to show off here, not even the elderly or children. I, Yang Zhentian, will teach you a lesson today." Yang Zhentian rushed into the crowd with a big rolling pin, and a rolling pin danced so hard that it was full of wind.

Yang Zhentian is the 59th generation descendant of the Yang family. He uses the Wulang Bagua stick. He rolls cakes every day and makes fried dough sticks every day. In fact, his kung fu is not wasted at all.

He had been tolerating for too long. If it weren't for the sake of his family, he would have been a lone hero and killed these beasts. Today he could no longer hold it back.

Suddenly, Yang Zhentian rushed into the foreigners like a tiger entering a pack of wolves.

"Td, can't you resist? Beat them to death." The white man in the lead got angry. He picked up the big iron rod and rushed directly towards an old man.

Before his stick could fall, the middle-aged woman's broom hit his arm. He suddenly felt that his whole arm was about to explode. The woman's strength was so strong. Why didn't she show it just now? He was very surprised at this moment.

He originally wanted to find a soft persimmon to pinch the majesty of some dragon people. Unexpectedly, this middle-aged woman broke out in a small universe and beat him to the point of losing consciousness with a broom.

"Beast, I haven't exercised my muscles for 15 years. I just warmed up just now, and now the show has just begun." The middle-aged woman rushed into the enemy group with her man and started a big melee.

Even the little boy and girl broke into the battle.

Wu Fan's heart was surging at this time. The blood of these dragon tribes has never been cold. But these children are really dangerous, so Wu Fan has many small stones in his hands. When those children are in danger, his stones will pop up, giving the foreigners a fatal blow.

The foreigners couldn't see clearly, and where the stones came from, they were completely confused. How could these cowards burst out with such great combat power? There were heavy casualties in a while. However, none of these dragon tribe members had major fatal injuries.

"Send a signal." The vulgar white man gritted his teeth, although he didn't want to do this. Because it was a sign of incompetence, he could only ring the big bell in the most critical moment. But at this moment, there was no need to think about it, otherwise they would be wiped out in Chinatown.

When the huge bell sounded, the whole city seemed to be shaking.

The deafening bells made the battle temporarily stop, and everyone listened to the bells, not knowing what had happened.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the foreigners supported each other, and some fled outside regardless of others.

This time they suffered an unprecedented heavy blow.

About three minutes after the bell rang, more than a dozen helicopters appeared in the sky.

Wu Fan was still watching, he wanted to see what kind of people were in the helicopter. Without any reaction, he wondered why Liu Tianming had not taken action yet? As the strongest force on this street, he should have the obligation to protect everyone's safety.

Ten people jumped out of the helicopter, and one person jumped out of each helicopter.

These people are very calm, with no joy or sorrow on their faces, and people of all kinds of skin colors are there.

Their bodies are very strong, and they are obviously people with special training. And they are definitely not mercenaries, but foreign martial arts masters, because the murderous aura and aura they carry are simply unmatched.

But the force of these people was only about 9,000. Wu Fan felt a crisis. He would never allow these dragon people to lose their lives in front of him.

Wu Fan had already protected them secretly just now. The reason why Wu Fan did not come out to help them was to inspire their blood. A nation that wants to save itself is a hopeful nation, and a group that wants to save itself is a truly combat-reading group.

But it is different at this moment. These people are extraordinary. They are human lives like grass, they kill people like numb, and they are completely emotional animals.

Just as Wu Fan was about to take action, suddenly 10 people came from outside.

The 10 people led by Liu Tianming are all very ordinary people on Chinatown. They are dressed very ordinary and cannot see any smell. But how could this be hidden from Wu Fan's eyes? Their military value is definitely higher than those people's. With them here to protect Chinatown, it will be safe.

But Wu Fan didn't understand why they had to succumb to those foreigners with such high military power? They could have taken action before the situation could develop so much.
Chapter completed!