Zhou Ting roared angrily: "Brothers, come on and teach this little bastard a lesson!"
After hearing this, more than twenty thugs came forward aggressively. (Latest chapter first released) Three dumbfounded guys rushed to the front, waving short sticks in their hands and greeted Zhuo Yifan.
Looking at the formation with an expression of indifference, this group of people was simply vulnerable in his eyes! Not even bothering to hide, Zhuo Yifan quickly raised his leg and kicked the first person in the chest.
The speed is not even a fraction faster than them, there is no comparison at all.
Then he punched the second person in the chest, and then kicked the third person directly in the stomach with a sideways roundhouse kick. After three screams, the three people fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. The remaining people suddenly
Startled.
"It's too inexperienced! And your movements are too slow, and your strength is not enough. It's like you haven't eaten! How does your boss feed you? He doesn't even give you food?" Zhuo Yifan looked disdainful.
said.
"Mom Cao! Kill him for me!" One of the bald men was furious when he heard this. He yelled at the remaining brothers and took the lead in charging forward.[
Zhuo Yifan shook his head. Since he was looking for death, he had no choice but to help them. Without further ado, Zhuo Yifan got busy while being surrounded by more than 20 people. But his speed was too fast.
After swinging the stick for a long time, it didn't even touch the corner of his clothes. The thugs couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and they shouted one by one, wishing to cut Zhuo Yifan into pieces.
Zhuo Yifan grabbed a man's wrist with one hand, and then pushed it hard with his knee. There was a click and the sound of his arm breaking, and then the man screamed. Then he flew away.
He kicked the other person in the back with a roundhouse kick, and then used his backhand to grab the hand that was waving a stick towards him, and punched the other person's ribs hard.
Zhou Ting and Wang Ran stood outside the venue with expressions of disbelief on their faces, as if they had seen a ghost. In less than three minutes, more than 20 people were already lying on the ground, and no one could get up.
"I told you, you are here to beat me today! You have to be beaten by me before you will accept it." Zhuo Yifan stood in front of Zhou Ting and Wang Ran like a god of war. Before they could react, his face changed.
There was a burst of burning pain. Both of them were slapped to the ground. There was a bright red slap mark on the left side of each person's face.
"Next time, remember to find someone you can fight with!" Zhuo Yifan said a word and left without looking back.
Zhou Ting and Wang Ran got up with ugly expressions and looked at Zhuo Yifan's back, a little unbelievable. Zhou Ting took out his mobile phone, dialed a number and said: "Hey, Chief Duan! We failed!" The call was made.
For Ouyang Xinyan.
"What did you say? Didn't I give you 10,000 yuan to find someone?" Ouyang Xinyan had obviously gone berserk!
"No, Chief Duan! That guy is so powerful! All the twenty or so thugs I hired from Feilang Bar were beaten down by him! What should we do now?" Zhou Ting was crying at this time.
I have all my thoughts.
"You bunch of losers! You can't even handle such a small thing! What do you do for a living?" Ouyang Xinyan cursed and hung up the phone.
Looking at the more than twenty people lying on the ground, Zhou Ting and Wang Ran looked at each other.
