"I would rather spare his life, but he doesn't seem to agree."
The head of the motorcycle looked at Leng Lintian coldly. The BMW had been beaten to pieces.
Circles of motorcycles nimbly passed by the BMW, and everyone held an iron bar in their hands and smashed it hard everywhere on the car body.
Front cover, roof, windows, rear trunk...
Everywhere that could be beaten was in tatters.
After a while of maneuvering, Leng Lintian stepped on the accelerator hard, but the car stalled.
Damn, I'm out of gas at this point.
A wisp of blood flowed from Leng Lintian's forehead. He had already called someone to transfer someone, but now he was just playing around with time.
Plan failed...
He pushed open the door and got out of the car.
Weird screams filled the sky, and the motorcycle men held up sticks one by one and circled around him and the BMW, proudly declaring their victory.
Leng Lintian wiped a trace of blood that flowed from his forehead to his eyelashes, and suddenly reached out quickly and grabbed an iron rod that was coming towards him.
The man on the motorcycle didn't expect that he would be able to catch him, and he was almost taken off the motorcycle, so he had to give up the stick.
Leng Lintian held the stick with both hands, like hitting a baseball, and hit a passing motorcycle hard.
Bang!
The iron rod hit the helmet cap hard, and the motorcycle swerved toward the sidewalk and hit the guardrail.
Leng Lintian stepped on the front of the car, looked at another speeding motorcycle, and hit it with a stick.
The motorcycle driver frowned and put Jing Jiaren down from his shoulders: "This guy can hit you twice."
"..."
"I'll go meet him."
Leng Lintian is agile and can shuttle between the encirclement and suppression of motorcycles, rolling, jumping, flying and doing tricks.
Iron rods collided, and Leng Lintian struck every time without leaving any room.
One locomotive after another overturned.
Buzz, buzz!
The sound of motorcycles merging amplified in the quiet night, and pedestrians passing by on the roadside would immediately run away in fright.
Jing Jiaren stood on the side of the road, watching helplessly and unable to help.
Even though Leng Lintian was very powerful, when he was fighting, he was still taking care of him with stick after stick.
The iron rod hit him on his body, back, head, hands...
Every time his body received a blow, Jing Jiaren seemed to be hit in the heart.
"Leng Lintian, I don't need you to save me, just leave!"
"Leng Lintian, if you don't stop, you will be beaten to death..."
Leng Lintian was hit hard on the back of the head with a stick. He fell forward and fell on the road. Blood flowed more than ten centimeters along his head.
The head of the locomotive fiddled with the stick and smiled coldly: "Boy, have you tasted the pain?"
"..."
"You, the flower protector, are really dedicated and dedicated. It seems that you are going to become a 'flower protector of the deceased' tonight!"
Leng Lintian's vision became blurry for a while, and the five fingers lying in the pool of blood moved.
"You still have energy, brothers, greet him!"
The locomotives roared around him one after another.
Leng Lintian got up in slow motion, supported the ground with one metal hand, and shook his chaotic head.
Another stick was thrust at him, but he sidestepped and grabbed the opponent's stick to pull him off the motorcycle.
The locomotive, which lost control, flew out and fell to the ground.
Leng Lintian did several forward somersaults to break out of the encirclement. Each time he was almost killed by the wheels, so he picked up the motorcycle that had fallen to the ground and rode on it.
boom--
As soon as he stepped on the accelerator of the motorcycle, Leng Lintian's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty light, and his purple lips were stained with blood, and he knocked the person who was dragged to the ground away.