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A young gangster who rushed towards him tripped him to the ground with a hook, and then kicked his right leg in a tornado. There was a harsh sound in the air and a scream. In the blink of an eye, two people were casually beaten by Zhuo Yifan.
Solved.
With the backing of local snakes like the bald man, the gangsters were not frightened by Zhuo Yifan, and continued to attack Zhuo Yifan one after another.
Zhuo Yifan turned around with some boredom, and then hugged Wang Yan'er, who was grabbed by the gangster's arm and kept screaming, in his arms. His short black hair drew a graceful arc in the air, and an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Wang Yaner was so frightened that she could hardly breathe. She felt Zhuo Yifan put one arm around her waist and spun rapidly. In an instant, five or six people who were about to approach them were kicked away fiercely.
Xiao Huangmao saw it from a distance and muttered: "It's this move again." Then he suddenly felt cold all over. He looked up and saw that Zhuo Yifan seemed to be looking at him, with his sinister eyes like a real knife blade.
The wound on his own made him shiver involuntarily, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back again.[
Zhuo Yifan seemed to be dancing casually while punching and kicking, but the ground was filled with gangsters, all of them wailing.
Only half of the fifty or so people who rushed towards Zhuo Yifan were left at this moment, and no one could make a move under his hand.
Huang Mao couldn't help but wonder, this Zhuo Yifan was so powerful and his origin was unknown. Ordinary people might just have to deliver food.
It seems that only the real boss can cure this arrogant guy.
But what if even the boss can't subdue Zhuo Yifan?
Huang Mao looked back at the bald man with some horror, and found that the bald man's expression was also very serious, and he felt even more uneasy.
At this time, Zhuo Yifan had already knocked a large number of people to the ground, and was holding Wang Yan'er, who was so frightened that her face turned pale, in his arms, like a hero saving the beauty.
"How's it going? Are you coming again?" Zhuo Yifan asked Wang Yan'er to stand up, and then looked at the few gangsters who had not fallen down in a teasing tone.
They were all in a very embarrassed state, with hunched backs and pale faces. Under their feet were the little gangsters who had been kicked away by Zhuo Yifan. They were all holding the place where they were beaten and moaning.
"Bring them all back to me!!"
The bald man finally couldn't stand it anymore. How could so many people deal with an unarmed boy and still be wiped out? It made him feel like his face was so bare. "I raise you all for nothing!"
When the gangsters surrounding Zhuo Yifan heard what the bald man said, they all ran back quickly. The ones rolling on the floor also stood up hastily and limped towards the bald man.
"No fighting?" Zhuo Yifan said in a weird voice, "Then my Yan'er and I will go home first. You can take your time and play with your men."
Then he held Wang Yaner's hand and tried to take a detour.
"Slow down." The bald man said at the moment they turned around, "It seems that you are no ordinary person. Let me, Zhang Hui, teach you your skills."
Zhuo Yifan paused, then looked back at the bald man not far away.
I saw the bald man's fat body slowly leaning forward, his hands slowly placed on the floor, palms down, lying on the ground like a toad, breathing heavily in his mouth,
Even one eye was squeezed into a slit by the hanging flesh from his forehead.
