As soon as he got off the car, Ning Fan saw a lot of people gathering on the roadside, including many young ladies standing on the street.
They were all looking at the people passing by with bad eyesight.
Ordinary tourists would not dare to come to such a place, especially at night, as it is common for them to be robbed.
Ning Fan's oriental face caught their attention.
Several street gangsters came up, one of them was holding a butterfly knife in his hand, swinging it around.
"Boy, do you have any money on you? Can you please spend some money?" the leader of the gangster asked with a smile.
Ning Fan was naturally fearless when facing this situation and said: "Get out of the way, otherwise you will regret it."
"Haha... Orientals, I heard that you know how to seize your husband, yo yo yo."
The gangsters also gestured to Bruce Lee's signature moves. In their eyes, Asians are good at martial arts, but they can't defeat them in martial arts, with a sense of ridicule.
"Kung Fu, drink, drink, drink..."
He gestured like a gangster who was still learning to box, preparing to punch Ning Fan a few times in the chest.
As a result, Ning Fan quickly grasped the opponent's two fingers and pinched them backwards.
"ah......"
The gangster immediately knelt on the ground and cried out in pain.
"Asshole!" Several people hit him immediately.
Ning Fan grabbed the gangster's butterfly knife and started playing with it with one hand.
Boo hoo hoo!!!
Suddenly, several people were dazzled, and screams were heard one after another. The butterfly knife hit their faces and left a wound on their wrists.
The gangsters took several steps back, their faces looking ugly.
Ning Fan said: "You don't deserve to see real Kung Fu, get out!"
He kicked the man out of his hand and threw the butterfly knife out, piercing the gangster's pants and almost killing him.
Several people knew that they couldn't afford to offend the man in front of them, so they quickly got out.
Ning Fan waved his hand and walked towards the bar not far away.
Many people saw the scene just now. Several groups of gangsters who wanted to rob did not dare to act rashly, but there were many young ladies standing on the street walking toward Ning Fan.
"Young handsome boy, are you interested?"
They thought Ning Fan might be a big shot in some gang, and if they got involved with such a big shot, they would become famous.
"Not interested in!"
Ning Fan walked straight into the bar.
But not everyone can enter this kind of bar, only local gangsters can enter.
Two men wearing wallets blocked Ning Fan's way.
"People like you are not allowed here."
"What kind of person can do that?" Ning Fan asked.
One of them sneered, grabbed Ning Fan's shoulders, and said, "People like me."
But Ning Fan was completely indifferent. Instead, he felt like he was holding a piece of metal.
"Understood!"
Ning Fan took action very quickly, grabbed the opponent's hair, pushed down his knees and pushed them up.
boom!!!
The strong man fainted immediately.
The other person swallowed his saliva and said: "Please!"
There is no need to talk nonsense in a place like this. Strength is the last word. Ning Fan walked in smoothly.
It was even more chaotic inside, with men with guns walking around, all looking menacing.
Ning Fan came to the front desk and asked: "Is your boss Clay here?"
As soon as he said he wanted to see the boss of the Black Hand Gang, everyone around him pointed their guns at Ning Fan. They thought it was someone from an international organization who came to investigate their boss.