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Chapter seven hundred and seventy-eight flying knees

"Killing people!"

Someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.

Several security guards immediately ran over and said angrily, "Who did this!"

"I!"

Next to him was a young man wearing a white stand-up collar, dyed yellow hair, and cold eyes. He was holding a bloody samurai dagger in his hand and looked indifferent.

"Take it!"

The security captain gave the order and rushed towards the opponent first, followed by several security guards, and several rubber rollers violently hit the opponent's head.

However, this young man had a relaxed look on his face. When the rubber rollers were about to fall on his head, the samurai dagger in his hand suddenly swung forward fiercely.

Swish——

A flash of silver light flashed, and several bodyguards instantly fell to the ground. Each of them had a bloody gash on their chest, and their flesh was rolled out. It looked extremely terrifying!

The people next to me were startled, but after they reacted, many people yelled, "Who the hell are you!"

"There is no royal law for committing crimes in broad daylight!"

Anyone who can come here to participate in the land auction today, any one of them is a real estate tycoon, and they will definitely not be frightened by this small scene.

The young man faced everyone's accusations, but he had a slight smile on his face. While gently wiping the blood on the samurai's dagger, he mocked, "A bunch of rubbish."

"What did you say!"

This sentence immediately angered the people next to him.

The young man raised his head, looked around at everyone, raised his eyebrows and said, "Listen to me, I'm telling you, you are all a bunch of rubbish!"

"It's too much to bully others, come on!"

A group of people shouted angrily.

These tycoons are naturally accompanied by bodyguards.

Suddenly, dozens of bodyguards rushed toward the young man from all directions.

The young man had a look of disdain on his face. After giving a cold smile, his body movement suddenly moved like a bolt of lightning among dozens of bodyguards.

Swish--

One after another silver light flashed, and every time the silver light flashed, someone would definitely fall.

In less than half a minute, there was a piece of it lying on the ground!

Everyone was either given a bloody cut or a bloody hole. It is estimated that at least half of them must have confessed on the spot!

But the young man still had a faint smile on his face, and the white stand-up collar didn't even have a drop of blood on it.

"Now, it's time for you to admit that you are trash."

The young man glanced at the crowd again, with contempt and ridicule on his lips.

This time, none of the surrounding real estate tycoons dared to continue clamoring.

For people like them to be able to get to this point, they have seen big storms.

But I have never seen anyone with such great skills and such vicious attacks!

And, more importantly, this is the entrance to the Land Resources Trading Center. This person injured dozens of lives here, and he looked calm and calm!

In this case, there are only two explanations. First, this young man has a very strong backing, so he dares to act so boldly.

Second, he is a madman.

In short, no matter what the reason is, these real estate tycoons will not get into trouble at this time.

"If you want to report to the official, don't hide it, report it casually."

"If there are still people who don't admit that they are trash, just stand up!"

The young man mocked.

These words made everyone around them gnash their teeth, but no one dared to speak out.

These rich people are different from ordinary gangsters. If ordinary gangsters are passionate, they might rush over and fight for their lives.

Anyway, it's a life-threatening situation, no matter how much you love it.

However, these rich people had a hard time getting to the glory and wealth they have today, and they are more afraid of death than anyone else.

"Young man, let me give you a piece of advice."

At this time, a strong voice suddenly came from the side.

A burly middle-aged man wearing a tan suit slowly walked over.

When everyone saw this person, they quickly said excitedly, "Master Hong, you are here, this kid is too much to deal with!"

"Master Hong, you must help us out with this tone!"

A group of real estate developers seemed to see a life-saving straw.

This man known as Mr. Hong is no ordinary person. He has a tough hand and an extraordinary way of doing things. He can enjoy both black and white.

He has unshakable prestige in the real estate industry. Everyone who sees him has to respectfully call him "Hong Ye".

As long as Lord Hong comes, this young man will definitely be in trouble!

Mr. Hong walked forward with his head held high, looked at the young man, and said calmly, "It's understandable that young people are energetic, but don't be too arrogant, otherwise it will bring unnecessary trouble to yourself."

After hearing this, the young man laughed and said, "You are still called a young man if you are not full of energy. What's the matter? Don't you admit that you are trash?"

The corners of Mr. Hong's mouth twitched slightly. No one had dared to talk to him like this for many years.

"Bolen!"

Mr. Hong shouted sharply!

Along with this voice, a Dai man with wheat-colored skin, a strong build, and fierce eyes suddenly walked out from behind him.

This Dai man's elbows and knees are one size larger than ordinary people. You can tell at a glance that this person is a Muay Thai master!

"Bolen, kill him!"

"Bo Lun, deal with this boy hard!"

The real estate tycoons nearby became emboldened one after another.

Because they all know what kind of existence the Bolun next to Master Hong is.

This was the famous King of Muay Thai back then, a top master who had won 77 consecutive international competitions!

Later, he retired from his career because he accidentally injured someone while drunk and was sued.

Then Mr. Hong spent a lot of money to network with him and became a personal bodyguard.

Bolun has been following Mr. Hong for many years. Although he has never killed anyone, he has injured countless people.

Anyone who has ever fought against him has been permanently disabled.

Because Bo Lun was too ruthless, Master Hong would not usually use him. Now that he was called out, it showed that Master Hong was really angry this time.

"I will give you one last chance to apologize for what you just said, and then kneel down and kowtow ten times to everyone. I don't care about this!"

Mr. Hong said in a deep voice.

For people at Master Hong's level, face is more important than anything else.

However, the young man smiled contemptuously and said, "Old man, I think you are old and confused. Have you ever seen someone apologize to a pile of garbage?"

"Destroy him!"

Master Hong's anger finally broke out.

At the same time, the Muay Thai master known as Bolen suddenly kicked off the ground with his left foot, raised his right knee high, put his hands on his chest, and made a standard Muay Thai starting gesture.

"Oh, rubbish."

The young man didn't even look at Bolen.

This attitude also made Bolun furious. He shouted angrily, kicked his left foot hard on the ground, and his whole body flew into the air.

At the same time, the right knee suddenly bent up in mid-air, and the whole body hit the young man like a flying tank!

This move is called flying knee in Muay Thai. It is extremely fierce and known for its ruthlessness. If it is hit hard, it will not be as simple as injury!

"Haha, not bad, the movements are quite skillful."

The young man smiled playfully, his eyes suddenly turned cold, "In that case, how about you try my flying knees!"

After saying that, his body suddenly jumped up, and he fiercely attacked the opponent with the same flying knee posture!


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