"Ah!" Li Shaofeng suddenly exclaimed. The one-armed general actually opened his ferocious eyes, opened his sharp teeth and bit Li Shaofeng's arm fiercely. Li Shaofeng immediately became angry, and he turned his fists towards the one-armed general.
The general was punched in the face, one punch after another. The one-armed general bit Li Shaofeng's arm tightly and refused to let go, as if he had no intuition.
Hiss...
The people watching in the audience immediately took a breath of cold air. Damn it, is this still a human being? This is simply a beast. Even when he was dying, he didn't forget to bite the opponent. Such a person should never be left alive.
It is a scourge. If it is not eliminated, it will definitely seek revenge tomorrow.
"Male Gobi!" Wei Li dropped the machete in his hand and replaced it with his favorite water pipe. He directly swung the water pipe and hit the one-armed general on the head once and twice. Finally he let go.
He opened his mouth. The guy was beaten unconscious by Wei Li. Wei Li hurriedly asked: "Madman, are you okay?"
"Damn it, it seems that the title of madman has been given to this bastard!" Li Shaofeng spat at the one-armed general and cursed: "You idiot, you are just a mad dog, he will bite everyone you see!"
"Okay! Continue the trial!" Wei Li roared angrily. He took the one-armed general by his collar and threw it in front of the stage. He picked up the machete he just dropped from the stage and raised it high, as if he was about to chop it down at any moment.
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It was as quiet as ice below the stage, and everyone held their breath. This is a life. The underworld is the underworld after all, and killing is a shady matter. However, Wei Li actually killed someone in front of so many people. Could it be that he really
Aren't you afraid of death? It's only right to kill someone to pay for your life. Isn't he afraid?
"Kill!" Wei Li roared angrily and threw down the machete in his hand. However, no one noticed that a strange light flashed out of the corner of his eyes. Just as Wei Li threw his hand away, a message passed from the table.
Come roar: "Stop!!"
Compared with the silent scene under the stage, this roar seemed so harsh. Everyone looked at the figure. This person was short and wretched. He wore a felt hat on his head, a leather jacket, and pedals on his feet.
Wearing a pair of leather boots, he looked like an American cowboy. He took off his hat, and there was actually a scab on his head.
