The violent scene was still going on. The long-haired young man did not dodge and was grabbed by the middle-aged man's arm. He tried hard to break away, but his sleeve was torn. He was so angry that he punched the middle-aged man on the chest and cursed.
Said: "You country bumpkin, you dare to fight back, I will destroy you..."
Just when a group of people gathered to watch, five or six young men quickly ran over, dragged the middle-aged man to the street, and beat him indiscriminately. Their fists and kicks fell on him like raindrops. In a moment,
He knocked him to the ground and kept beating him.
These people were obviously the accomplices of the long-haired young man. While inflicting violence, they cursed viciously: "You country bumpkin, bumpkin, if you dare to cause trouble on Haocheng Street, I will destroy you..."
"You damn |mother|, you really need to be dealt with..."
How could the middle-aged man withstand the beatings of these people? He covered his head with his hands and rolled on the ground, howling, "Oh my God, stop fighting. I don't want the money... I just ask you not to hit me."
Spare me..."
There were many people watching, probably nearly a hundred or so, but they all watched indifferently, and no one said anything to stop him. They were all accustomed to this scene, and they were just waiting to see how the middle-aged man would be beaten in the end.
Chen Yunling trembled with fright when she heard the piercing howl. She pulled Ximen Lang's arm and whispered, "Brother Xiao Lang, let's leave quickly. It's too scary."
Ximen Lang looked at the scene in front of him and cursed in his heart, your grandma, being a thief is nothing, I don't care about your business, but you are so arrogant after being caught and want to beat someone to death? He opened his eyes gently
Chen Yunling's arm said: "Wait for me for a while..."
The long-haired young man looked at the middle-aged man's misfortune with great pride, and said in relief: "Brothers, beat him to death. If anything happens, I will take care of you..." Before he could finish his words, he spotted a figure.
He flashed in front of him like the wind, and hit him hard on the left eye socket with an iron fist, causing him to take a few steps back with a groan.
After the guy nicknamed Shrimp Head turned his left eye into a panda's eye, he took three or four steps back before he could stand still. He looked over and saw that the person who punched him was a black guy wearing a torn camouflage uniform. He couldn't help but get furious.
"Damn it! Who are you? You dare to hit me... ah..."
He only felt his eyes blurred. He was kicked hard in the chest. Three of his ribs were broken with a crackling sound. He fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. He howled: "Damn it, it hurts."
It kills me..."
Ximenlang's eyes turned cold, and he looked at him in a deep voice and said: "Asshole, you are a thief more vicious than a robber. Please return the money to me quickly?"
Chen Yunling in the crowd opened her mouth in surprise. Unexpectedly, Brother Xiao Lang actually stood up for the middle-aged man who was being beaten. At this moment, Ximen Lang, who was wearing a torn camouflage uniform and yellow rubber shoes, looked so majestic and tall.
When the other six young people saw that someone came out to fight against the injustice, and actually hit the shrimp on the head, they were all stunned, and then they all rushed towards Ximen Lang with their teeth and claws bared.
"You brat, whose crotch was not covered and let you out?"
"Are you looking for death..."
The shrimp head covered his chest, which was in pain to the bone, with a ferocious look in his eyes, and cursed: "You bastard, if you dare to hit me, I will make you walk around without food. You guys, just kill him for me..."
Suddenly, a tall young man rushed out of the crowd and kicked Xia Tou in the stomach. He kicked him again, making him scream. Then, this man rushed towards the people who were fighting with Ximen Lang and grabbed one guy.
With his arm, he made a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw, slamming the man to the ground.
"Ah... you little brat, you threw me to death..." The guy was thrown to the point where he couldn't move, and he lay on the ground screaming and cursing.
Ximen Lang's skills were more than enough to deal with these street gangsters. He punched and kicked without mercy, knocking down four guys in the blink of an eye. The remaining one was just about to escape when he was hit by a left hook from the tall boy.
He was hit in the cheek and fell to the ground.
In just three or two minutes, all the criminals who committed crimes were brought down to the ground. The number of onlookers increased to hundreds. They all lamented that the fun just now was not in vain. It was more enjoyable than a martial arts movie. At the same time, they were also impressed by the two
Everyone expressed their appreciation for the young man's courageous efforts and started talking secretly.
"These two are very skilled. They both seem to know martial arts."
"It's amazing. I actually beat up the shrimp head that was running rampant on this street. It's amazing."
"These two young men have a sense of justice. There are not many people like them nowadays..."
However, none of them noticed that just now, Xiatou, who was lying on the ground, took out his mobile phone and made a call.
Ximen Lang looked at the young man who came to help and saw that he was in his twenties, handsome and energetic. He smiled and said, "You are quite skilled."
The young man also looked at him carefully, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, and smiled, "Both, your kung fu is also very domineering."
Ximenlang stepped forward, bent down and took out the black wallet from Xiantou, and then took out a dozen stacks of money from the guy's pocket, which amounted to about two or three thousand. He stood up and turned around to hand it to the guy who had just stood up with a bruised face and a bruised face.
The middle-aged man held it in his hand and said, "Uncle, you've got your wallet back, put it away."
The middle-aged man hurriedly took the wallet and thanked him repeatedly, "Thank you, young man. Thank you so much. I don't even know what to say."
Ximenlang also put the collected money into his hand and said, "You can take this money too."
The middle-aged man hurriedly said: "No need, that money is not mine. I would like Amitabha to get my own money back."
Ximenlang said: "Put it away, the money will be regarded as the medical expenses paid by these bastards to you, and you should get out of here quickly to avoid their revenge."
When the middle-aged man heard this, he became much more nervous. He put the money in his pocket and said hurriedly: "Okay, I'll leave now. Young man, you should leave quickly too."
Ximenlang nodded and said, "I will."
The middle-aged man thanked the young man for helping again, and then hurried away.
As soon as this man left, ferocious shouts came from outside the crowd, "Get out of my way..."
"Damn it, why are you so stunned? Get out of the way..."
"If you don't let me go, I will stab you..."
The crowd began to become panicked and dispersed to both sides. More than 20 guys holding steel-pipe watermelon knives and other murderous weapons came over. Some of them were wearing vests, some had their shirts open, and many of them had tattoos or tattoos on their bodies.
It's a green dragon, or a fierce tiger, or other ferocious beasts, as if this represents their profession, hooligans.
When Xiatou saw this group of people approaching, his face showed joy and he immediately shouted: "Brother Biao..."
The leader was short and thick, with a flat head, triangular eyes, and a ferocious face. He frowned at the shrimp head lying on the ground and couldn't get up, and asked: "What's going on? Who beat you like this?"
Xia Tou pointed at Ximen Lang and the young man who were showing no fear in the field, and said bitterly: "Brother Biao, these two little bastards beat me up, and my ribs were broken. I can't let them off lightly.
"
The guy named Brother Biao looked at the two young men with ferocious eyes and said fiercely: "You are very courageous. Anyone who dares to hit me doesn't know that I, Qi Biao, cover the shrimp head?"
Ximen Lang snorted coldly, "What the hell, Brother Biao, I've never heard of it." He turned around and asked, "Brother, have you heard of it?"
Seeing that there was no fear on the faces of these people, the tall boy replied with a smile, "I haven't heard of it, and I don't know who the bastard is."
Seeing the two of them insulting the boss unscrupulously, the guys holding weapons on the opposite side yelled indignantly: "Little bastard, who the hell are you talking about?"
"Brother Biao is the boss of this area. Have you ever heard of him? Do you have long ears?"
"I will have to break your legs soon..."
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