Black Tiger yelled "Ah!" and a fist as big as a casserole hit Zhou Ming's face.
Heihu is very confident in his fists, and his reputation in this area is not just based on his tall body.
At the same time, the adults behind with various controlled knives also rushed over.
But Lin Yufeng and others did not move. Before they came, Zhou Ming repeatedly told them not to come without his order. Lin Yufeng knew the boss's temperament, so he had to watch anxiously.
But Zhou Ming dodged the mighty fist lightly, and a seemingly weak palm had already touched the neck behind Heihu's head, but he pinched it hard, pressed it down, and at the same time pushed his knee, firmly
Knocked on the chin of the black tiger.[
Without giving Black Tiger any chance to breathe, Zhou Ming clenched his other hand into a fist and punched Black Tiger's face more than ten times at an incredible speed.
Everyone in the Internet cafe only heard the wailing sound of the black tiger.
These were all matters in the blink of an eye. Before the adults behind him could run over, Zhou Ming had already taken out a pen from his pocket. The tip of the pen was pointed at Heihu's throat, and his other hand was grabbing his
hair.
All the adults stopped and looked at Zhou Ming fiercely.
Shunzi, who was watching the whole process from the side, was even more surprised. He knew that Zhou Ming's skills had improved to a higher level than before. Is this still the same boy who was bullied in the sewer? Shunzi thought like this again.
Hei Hu was dizzy after being beaten by more than ten punches. He couldn't believe that the weak-looking young man had such terrifying explosive power, and the power of his fists was no less than his own!
Black Tiger's mouth and nose were dripping with blood, dripping on the ground. His eyes were full of horror, especially after seeing the murderous pen tip.
Somehow, he seemed to be able to feel that the young man in front of him dared to stab his throat!
This young man's body was exuding a terrifying aura. Even the experienced black tiger couldn't help but tremble in his legs and feet. He felt that in the hands of this young man, he was like a dying ant, being kneaded by others.