Lu Xiaozhan, who was confused about the situation, was a little surprised and said: "The business of this medical clinic is so good?" Judging from the plaque, this acupuncture medical clinic should be opened by Chinese people. Lu Xiaozhan, who is also Chinese, naturally feels a bit proud.
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Li Yanzhen said calmly: "They are here to cause trouble."
Lu Xiaozhan took a closer look at the dark crowd. Those people were standing at the door of the medical center with weapons such as sticks in their hands. Once anyone approached, they would yell and drive them away. Sure enough, they were not here to see a doctor, but a standard
Lu Xiaozhan looked like a gangster. The pride in Lu Xiaozhan's chest soon turned into annoyance. Just as he was about to push the door and get out of the car to complain, he suddenly realized: "Miss, you arranged this group of people?"
Li Yanzhen shook her head: "No, they are not members of the Doomsday Society."
Lu Xiaozhan wondered: "Why are there other gangs in Korea?"
Li Yanzhen glanced at him: "The Doomsday Gang is just the largest gang in Goryeo, but it's not the only one." Then she pushed the door and got out of the car, "Follow me in."
Lu Xiaozhan could not help but want to help the compatriot who opened the traditional Chinese medicine clinic. Since those people were not doomsday sects, there was nothing to worry about. At this time, Zheng Hyunchong also parked the car and rushed over, and
Lu Xiaozhan walked towards the door with Li Yanzhen behind him.
Seeing someone approaching, a man with a mustache flashed out from the group, stretched out his hand to stop him and shouted: "Stop!"
Lu Xiaozhan followed the principle of courtesy first, then attack, and smiled politely: "I'm sorry, please give way."
Mustache looked at Lu Xiaozhan and the other three, waved a baseball bat in his hand, and asked arrogantly: "What are you doing?"
Lu Xiaozhan responded: "We..." He was stunned for a moment, then turned to Li Yanzhen and asked, "Miss, what are we here for?"
Li Yanzhen didn't pay attention to the group of people at the door at all, and said calmly: "Looking for someone."
Lu Xiaozhan turned back to the man and said, "Look for someone."
The man rolled his eyes: "Who are you looking for?"
Lu Xiaozhan subconsciously replied: "Looking for..." Suddenly he came back to his senses. The guy took his politeness as a blessing. It seemed that he really couldn't give them a good look. Thinking of this, Lu Xiaozhan glanced at the person who asked the question.
, also rolled his eyes, "Who do I have to do with you? A good dog doesn't block the way, get out!"
He translated this Chinese proverb into Korean and almost choked the mustache to death. His eyes widened: "Are you looking for death?" The baseball bat in his hand hit Lu Xiaozhan on the head.
Click!
Before the mustache could clearly see what was going on, he suddenly felt a huge force on the stick, and his whole arm was numb. When he came back to his senses, he realized that only one section of the baseball bat was left.
The short wooden handle was still held in his hand, and the young man in front of him, who looked elegant and thin, was slowly retracting one of his raised legs to rub the tip of his nose.
Zheng Hyunchong could see clearly from the side that the baseball bat was smashed down with the sound of wind. Lu Xiaozhan did not dodge, but just raised his leg and did a standard high kick, hitting the middle part of the baseball bat quickly and powerfully, so the baseball bat
The front half of the stick flew high again with the sound of wind, and I don't know where it landed.
Usually, the other foot is needed to cooperate with high kicks. When jumping up, the force can be exerted to the maximum through the upward momentum. Like Lu Xiaozhan, he can hold a baseball bat as thick as a cup in the hands of others while standing still.
How much skill and explosive power does it take to break a kick?
Bang bang bang...
As a standard martial arts fanatic, Zheng Hyunchong couldn't help but clapped his hands. His eyes were full of admiration and adoration, and he looked at Lu Xiaozhan with watery eyes.
Lu Xiaozhan stretched out his hand to dust the uppers of his shoes, and smiled at the mustache whose face was turned pale with fright: "I'll say it one last time, please give way!" After saying that, he didn't care what the mustache's reaction was, and walked in on his own.
There were about thirty or forty people surrounding the door, but no one dared to make a sound at this time. Seeing that gentle and thin boy easily kicked off a baseball bat with one kick, whoever has the courage to block him was the one who dared such a master.
, I didn’t have the guts anyway. With this thought in mind, everyone moved to both sides, automatically making way for Lu Xiaozhan.
Although the people around them were still holding sticks tightly in their hands, Lu Xiaozhan and Zheng Hyunchong completely regarded them as nothing. As a gangster princess, Li Yanzhen didn't take them seriously. The three of them just walked in as if nothing had happened.
The corridor in the medical center was empty. It must have been cleared out by the group of people a long time ago. It seemed extremely quiet. Lu Xiaozhan was walking at the front when he suddenly heard a sneer coming from the clinic at the end of the corridor: "Old man, now you
There are only two ways in front of you, one is to work for us, and from now on you will be a member of our YK Group."
As soon as Lu Xiaozhan heard this tone, he knew it was not good. He quickly quickened his pace and came to the door of the consulting room to look inside.
The clinic was not small, but it was filled with a group of people. Lu Xiaozhan glanced at it and saw that there were about twenty people, and each of them held something like a stick in their hand, which seemed to be for the convenience of smashing.
At the front of the group of people was a middle-aged man with small eyes and a flat nose, who was looking at the ceiling with disdain. Opposite him and the group of people, stood an old man in a gray coat with a thin appearance.
, looked indifferent, and seemed not to take the group of people in front of him seriously.
Someone else translated the middle-aged man's words in broken Chinese. Before he could continue, the old man suddenly raised his hand to stop him: "Don't say it, I won't agree."
His voice was deep and deep, but his attitude was extremely firm.
The middle-aged man withdrew his eyes from the ceiling, glanced at the old man gloomily, and waved his hand: "Hit!"
Lu Xiaozhan was shocked. The old man was slightly paralyzed by the more than twenty sticks. Just as he stood up and planned to go in to help, he saw the old man's momentum suddenly changed. He leaned slightly, narrowed his eyes, and swung towards
The group of people with sticks rushed over.
boom!
Just as a person hit him with a stick, the old man suddenly stretched out his bony palm, passed under his raised arm and slapped him on the chest. The man's forward figure suddenly rebounded backwards, wiping behind him.
The person's head flew out and fell hard to the corner of the consulting room. His body twitched a few times and stopped moving.
Before anyone else could come to their senses, the old man was walking gracefully among the crowd. He seemed to be weak, slapping his hands here and kicking him there, but everyone he hit seemed to be hit by a huge force.
In the middle, one by one flew out and fell to the ground, and no one could get up again.
In just one minute, only the middle-aged man was left in the entire consulting room, dumbfounded. The men he had brought with him had all fallen to the ground, but the old man was still standing calmly.
In front of him, his expression was indifferent.
Lu Xiaozhan blurted out and exclaimed in Chinese: "Holy crap! This old man is so awesome!"