The young man walked towards Wu Fan. He couldn't stand it anymore. This kid was too unreasonable. How could he treat a beautiful woman like this? That woman was already begging him in a humble manner. What kind of mistakes cannot be forgiven?

"Stand up for me!"

“I like sitting!”

"You tmd stand me up!"

"I like to sit!"

"If you are still a man, stand up and fight me."

"If you are still a man, sit down and fight me!"

I'm a carp!

The little one was a little fierce. He had never met a boy like this. It was such a weird thing to say to him. It seemed that he didn't need to discuss it with him just by looking for Xiao. He kicked Wu Fan to the ground with a bang. Wu Fan lies on the ground and has no intention of getting up.

It seemed as if he was lying there comfortably, as if the man was disdainful of him, there was no expression on Wu Fan's face, not even a painful expression, nor a fear expression like a stone, without any feeling.

"Have you up!"

"Why should I get up?"

"Because I want to cut you!"

"Then laugh, can't you peel it if you lie down?"

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

The body of Wu Fang was unable to move without moving with an iron fist, as if it was tickling. He did feel this kind of thing like it was tickling, and it was not as effective as a mosquito landing on his body.

Wu Fan had suffered a critical blow. The dozens of tons of weight hit him and the female devil, and they did not flatten them. Moreover, the hundreds of pounds of big fists hit him, which had no effect at all.

"Boss, hurry up and stop. Look, that boy has no movement. Was he beaten to death?"

“Uhhhhhhh…”

"You bastard is lucky. Today I have a good temper and feel good, and I will beat you to death today!"

The boy was frightened. He had never seen such a hob meat. He had been peeled for a long time and didn't even say anything. Did he really cut him to death? Was he going to be shocked? That's bad. If he beat someone to death according to the current legal system, no matter what the reason is, he would definitely be able to go to jail.

The boy said something and was about to run away, but the boy lying on the ground suddenly spoke.

"I can still hold on when I come back. With your strength, you dare to come out to live in society!"

The Wu Fan was lying on the ground and seemed to have a nosebleed. He looked at the other party with contempt and was teased by Wu Fan. Isn't this turtle really afraid of death? Just beat him up, break him, and then run away.

The boy turned around and punched and kicked him, but he didn't move. Wu Fan stopped moving. The boy was frightened. He thought he was really dead this time, and then Wu Fan, who was about to run to lie on the ground, began to say another sentence.

"You don't have any strength at all. Are you a woman? You said I'm sorry for women, I think I'm sorry for you!"

"I see you are so itchy and looking for death. I'll hit you now. I can't beat you to death. I won't call you Wang Jianmin!" The boy took out a big stick next to him, aiming at Wu Fan's head and hit me wildly. Wu Fan didn't even move on the ground, but let out his arms and slammed him, lying on the ground like a word too.

"Are you dead this time?"

"I'm fine. Your strength is pretty good this time, but your strength is still the same as a mosquito. I don't have the qualifications to help me with massage. Let's continue!"

"You... don't be arrogant. I can't beat you to death today. I don't call you Wang Jianming. I can't beat you to death today. I won't leave this place!"

The boy picked up the bench and smashed it down on Wu Fan's head. However, the lamp was shattered, but Wu Fan's head seemed to be cast from steel, usually unscathed, and the stool was shattered.

Why did Wu Fan's head look like this? The boy seemed to have thought about it and understood one thing. He originally wanted to use an iron tag to insert it into Wu Fan for a few moments, but he still held it back. He just used a wooden handle to punch and kick the stick and could no longer have a raindrop-like critical hit, but he found that this boy was really invulnerable.

The boy was already gasping for a long time, and he couldn't beat him anymore. He slowed down for a while and then continued to beat him, but Wu Fan, who was lying on the ground, had no intention of moving at all. In the end, the boy was tired and foamed at all, and almost vomited blood.

"Have you finished the fight?" Wu Fan said lazyly. He felt that I wanted to teach this little guy a lesson. Although he was brave, he didn't know what the situation was. He was a brainless guy like this. If he went out, he wouldn't be as good as he used to be.

So Wu Fan plans to teach him a little lesson so that such passionate young people can have more brains in the future. They don’t know what they have to do with you. People like this are likely to get into trouble, so they have to educate him.

Because this man's quality is not too bad, if he really wants to kill himself, he will use a knife, a bamboo stick, or a ready-made thing like an iron stick to his fallen parts to hit him without hitting his weak parts, which means that this family is still OK, and that he still has medicine to save, so Wu Fan planned to accept him.

The storm of fists and feet came again, but the boy was at the end of his strength. After the fight, he lay on the ground motionless. The first time he encountered such a thing, he was really crazy. The consequence of bravery was that he was so tired that he vomited. What's going on?

The boy was going to eat something more and wait and then fight, but he was not a fool either. He also understood that he had met a real master. If this master really fought back, he would not have been easily shot and killed by him.

"I said, hero, who are you? Why don't you fight back? Do you think my level is relatively low and don't know me like me?" The boy finally came back, but it was too late for the boy to come back because he couldn't think of teaching him a lesson. After he said it, Wu Fan took off a skewer on the ground, and bounced a piece of meat out, and smashed it on the boy's head.

With a dull "bang", a big bag suddenly appeared on the boy's head, his head was buzzing, and then another piece of meat popped out, and the same crosstalk hit the boy's body. The boy suddenly felt so painful that his bones were broken.

I am a master, and I can even use a small piece of meat to talk about this result. If he replaces it with a tongue or other hidden weapons like iron beads, can I still survive?

"Thank you, the hero, for mercy, it's because I'm not thinking carefully. You must have your reasons. I can't control this matter anymore. Goodbye!"
Chapter completed!