"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and rush forward and beat him to death! Take action together! He can't prevent so many people from attacking at the same time!" Wu Zhiyang reminded sternly.
"Yes! Attack together!"
The remaining bodyguards recovered and said that they could not resist the number of people with two fists.
With so many people coming out at the same time, how could Ye Fan beat him with just his hands?
So, the remaining bodyguards waved the sticks in their hands and rushed towards Ye Fan.
"Ha, I really think if there are too many people, I will win?"
Ye Fan grinned, and then his body quickly moved.
"Swoosh-Click!"
The next second, Ye Fan dodged very quickly, and before the few people could react, they were hit hard on their arms.
Ye Fan grabbed a person's wrist with his left hand, broke his arm, and then hit another person's chest with a palm, knocking the other person away, and three ribs were broken.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan punched a person in the abdomen, knocking him back several meters away, almost vomiting blood!
"Bang bang!"
"Bang bang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
......
Ye Fan was as if he was possessed by the God of War, and his fists fell on the faces and temples of these bodyguards again and again. As long as he was hit by Ye Fan's punch, his nose bridge would collapse, his cheekbones would be damaged, and even fainted directly.
After a while, the bodyguard was still a lively bodyguard just now.
Now he is lying on the ground, covering his stomach and wailing, some are still vomiting, and some even fainting.
Ye Fan walked up, patted their cheeks, and said coldly: "Tsk tsk tsk! Brothers, you are so cowardly, I didn't even sweat a little when I beat you! You disappointed me so much!"
"hateful!"
The bodyguards were so frustrated that they wanted to cry. They had never encountered such a shame in their lives, but they were defeated by this seemingly weak guy. It was so embarrassing.
At this time, Zhao Dehai saw Ye Fan fighting so many bodyguards alone, but nothing happened, and his face suddenly turned pale!
He asked nervously, "Brother Wu, why is this kid so strong in physical fitness? What should we do?"
Wu Zhiyang's face was not very good either, and he did not expect this would be the case. He originally thought that he had a lot of people here and would definitely beat Ye Fan, but in reality, he often did not play according to the routine, and Ye Fan's skills were really good.
Too powerful, all the people I sent were defeated!
This made him feel very depressed!
However, Wu Zhiyang was not too panicked. After all, the strength of those bodyguards was still much worse than that of him.
Even if he takes action, he can fight a dozen or so alone!
He waved his hand at Zhao Dehai and said lightly: "Mr. Zhao! You don't need to panic. Although this kid is a little powerful, he is still much inferior to me, so just look at it with confidence.
I will take action, no ten moves! This kid will definitely die!"
"real?"
Zhao Dehai asked half-doubtedly.
Wu Zhiyang said confidently: "A real man, one word is like a catastrophe! Since I said that if I have to kill this son within ten moves, I will definitely kill him within ten moves!"
"Very good!"
After hearing his words, Zhao Dehai felt a little more comforted.
Because he just saw Ye Fan's skills were so powerful, he was a little worried, but when he heard Wu Zhiyang's confident statement, he completely relieved.
Maybe Wu Zhiyang is supporting him, so Zhao Dehai's confidence in speaking has become full of confidence again.
He provoked Ye Fan and said, "Boy, don't think it's great if you know some martial arts. Let me tell you that even if Jesus comes today, you can't save you! I said!" This chapter has been completed!