It was nothing more than trembling too much, and sweat beads as big as wind beans hung on their foreheads, shaking.

"You let go of the insect talk!"

A group of men wearing black short-sleeved shirts finally squeezed over, and more than a dozen people were each carrying a short steel stick in their hands.

"Ah..." Zhan Feng was stunned, and he was afraid to answer, so he could only let go of the insect words.

At this time, another strong man appeared in Geng Mo's light, who was the man who threw a short stick on the high platform just now.

This person has the peak strength of the Golden Dan Realm, looks fierce, has a face that is 1.8 meters tall, with round arms, and looks bigger than Ma Kun!

Regarding the hero club... Tianhu has already set rules. If someone causes trouble, they will prevent them from contacting the outside world as soon as possible.

If there are important people who are pleading with each other and cannot do it, it will damage your face if you don’t do it.

So treat everyone equally and beat them up first. Even if one day you meet someone you cannot mess with, he will bear it if something happens.

This person was named Fang Can. He walked to the front of the crowd and swept around, but stayed on Geng Mo for an extra second.

"Can...Brother Can, are you here?!"

Huangmao stood up tremblingly, her calves trembled and her eyes were already dodging... He really didn't want to be beaten, so he could only speak first, and he forced himself to say something without any trace of water in his mouth: "Well... Brother Can, my family runs a slaughterhouse, it's a slaughterhouse in the suburbs. My father used to be with Boss Qi, and I didn't do it just now."

More than a dozen people had surrounded the two groups, without any gaps, so the man named Can Ge looked over.

"Also, my father called the third brother to the third brother." Huangmao quickly added.

"Bang..."

Fang Can didn't think about the words in Huangmao's mouth at all. He raised his thick legs and kicked Huangmao back to the sofa. He used his force so hard that he could even see the rebounding movement. How powerful was it?!

Fang Can said domineeringly: "Who in the pass has never been mingled with the old man's butt? Who doesn't care about the third master's call for third brother?...Fuck, beat me up!"

"Crazy...!"

These men were prepared for a long time. When they heard the order, they raised their iron sticks and ruthlessly smashed them at the two teams. Their arms were swung, and the first one was that the girl brought several people and did not dare to fight back. The only way was to hold their heads in their hands and was hit to the ground, making a heart-wrenching howl.

These people rushed over to the sofa. Everyone was moving exactly the same, holding their heads with both hands and enduring the storm with a sad face.

Zhan Feng was quite generous and immediately threw Zhao Qian under him.

"Bang bang!" The sound was endless, and it was shocking to see.

Some timids have turned their heads around, and the scene is too terrible.

A man had just walked around the coffee table and had long seen Geng Mo, who had not held his head and was sitting firmly on Mount Tai, didn't like him. He raised his iron stick early and rushed straight to his forehead.

"Brush..." Geng Mo suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the stick with his palm. His downward movements were just buffering.

The man was stunned and wanted to pull the stick back, but his hands were pressed hard but found that it was not moving at all, as if it was being welded together.

I heard the duke say, "They are my friends and can't move!"

It’s not about negotiation, it’s about asking, it’s about orders!

Fang Can, the number one general under Tianhu, some people say that half of the missing hooligans in the world were from his hands!

In front of him, except for being less mental and overall view than Tianhu, the person in front of him is not as cruel as the slightest, and in some senses it is even more than that.

Of course, the so-called mind and overall situation are relatively similar. The prime minister of a big country is more wiser than the king of a small country. If he is placed in the sword city, he will be a straitor.

As soon as Geng Mo said this, he immediately attracted Fang Can's attention.

Brother Can’s face can scare ghosts when he is pressed at the door, and can scare people when he walks on the road.

His eyes gradually narrowed and he looked at this young calf seriously again.

In fact, from the beginning, he had noticed that those who came here to consume were people wearing suits and ties and had not had time to change their clothes after get off work.

But the aura of those people is very different from Geng Mo!

Aura, this is a very metaphysical word spoken from Fan Wu’s mouth, but no one can refute it.

The ruthless man who has killed people is naturally different from the thieves and thieves, and the temperaments of Confucian businessmen and nouveau riche are also different.

Geng Mo gave him the first impression that he was a fellow fellow, but he didn't look like him. Brother Can, who had seen countless people, could not see which level he belonged to for a while.

Looking at the clothes he wore, the price was not jaw-dropping, but it could still be at the level of elegance.

The man didn't wait for Brother Can to speak, and he didn't dare to move around for a moment. He turned his head blankly, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Are you talking to me?"

Brother Can asked slowly, unable to hide a hint of violence in his tone. He reached out to grab the short iron stick in the hand of the person next to him and walked over.

There are a small venue like Junshang Club that can squeeze in about a hundred people. Besides, here, you can look cute and cute. Sometimes you don’t do it to vent your anger but to show it to outsiders. If you have a wealthy man who dares to make trouble here, then the heroic international cannot be called "Yang!"

"You have no problem with your approach, but they are my friends."

Geng Mo met the gaze, neither humble nor arrogant, and even a faint smile flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that Brother Can was about to take action, the men around him gradually stopped their movements, and looked at Geng Mo without any kindness, as if they were about to attack him.

There was no difference between the seriousness of their actions just now. The yellow-haired man had been smashed to tears, grinning but not daring to make a sound.

Zhan Feng's back was so painful that he spasmed, and he could no longer have a calm expression on his face. He felt that there was no heavy blow on his back, so he slowly straightened his waist.

Zhao Qian was not stupid either, knowing that the momentary impulse had caused serious consequences.

At first, he was looking forward to Zhao Dezhu's rescue, but when he started to do it, he realized that with Tianhu's behavior, even if he came over, his small body would have to shed his skin and his face was pale. When he heard Geng Mo talk, he looked over helplessly.

I began to worry about the calf beside me, and I spoke to stop the ravines that were not enough to fill the fear. However, seeing his sitting posture while he was still moving, I felt a little safe.

"Boy, sometimes it's a good thing to be willing to stand up for your friends, but it's easy to get yourself in Ang if you don't overestimate yourself." Brother Can had already walked in front of him, and there was a warning in his words.

"What can you do to me?"

Geng Mo raised his head and continued to smile lightly.

"Okay, OK, the last time we Fang Can took action was a year ago..." Before he could finish his words, he had already swung the semen iron short stick in his hand and rushed straight to Geng Mo's head, cutting through the air and making a buzzing sound, full of force.

Geng Mo looked stern and could catch those men's tricks with bare hands. He didn't dare to be careless about Fang Can, so he quickly moved to the side, and the iron short stick hit the table, thundering like a drum!

But Fang Can did not stop, and also took a step to the side and continued to hold the sperm-iron short stick and smash it on his head.

"Bang bang bang!"

Brother Can smashed it three times, Geng Mo flipped it three times, everything happened in the light of light, it was very fast, and it made people frightened!

Those customers no longer know whether to worry about Geng Mo or should be applauding Brother Can's speed.

The sofa has reached the edge, and on the side is a low wall for decoration. Geng Mo has no way out, and Brother Can is still chasing him.

Suddenly, this calf stopped hiding, and the black iron halberd appeared in his hands instantly, blocking the origin of the sperm-iron short stick!
Chapter completed!