Jiang Zhihao had no idea about these gangsters, but the other party mistakenly thought that Wang Yingjun was afraid of them.
One of them directly picked up the vase next to him, weighed it in his hand, and sneered: "Ms. Wang, your friend is a bit crazy. Has he never been beaten?"
What Jiang Zhihao dislikes the most is being threatened. The last person who threatened him has now lost his head.
He had just carried out a killing spree in the villa, and the anger in his heart had not completely dissipated. At this moment, he was provoked by two gangsters, and the cold and biting breath suddenly burst out from his body.
Wang Yingjun only glanced at him and knew that this man had murderous intentions. Her heart skipped a beat and she quickly shouted to the two gangsters: "You guys leave quickly, otherwise I will call the police!"
"Haha, who are you calling the police to scare? We didn't do anything. Besides, it's not like we brothers have never gone in before. This kid is a bit too arrogant. If I don't beat him up, I won't feel happy." The gangster holding the vase
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Another person smiled strangely and said: "Maybe Miss Wang, you can just have fun with us, and you can let him go for the time being."
As soon as Wang Yingjun finished speaking, she felt a gust of wind rushing out from beside her before she could speak.
The gangster who was talking was like a rag doll. Jiang Zhihao grabbed his neck and pushed him down on the table. With the huge sound, he was knocked dizzy.
When the man next to him saw that Jiang Zhihao dared to take action, he immediately threw a vase at him: "Are you looking for death?"
Jiang Zhihao ducked sideways and the vase fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
The gangster raised his foot and kicked him. Jiang Zhihao dodged again, and at the same time grabbed the opponent's ankle and lifted him up with force.
The gangster couldn't stand upright. Just when he tried to hold on to the table, Jiang Zhihao kicked him to the ground.
His head hit the ground, and he grimaced in pain. The next second, a loud scream kicked him hard in the nose.
There was a crisp "click" sound, and the gangster's nose bone was simply broken. He screamed and was kicked hard by Jiang Zhihao like a violent storm.
Another gangster had just regained consciousness. Seeing that his companion had been beaten so badly, he quickly stepped forward to help.
Jiang Zhihao grabbed the opponent's arm, pushed it into his arms, and hooked his feet, causing the opponent's body to turn over.
He clamped the man's head firmly between his legs, and smashed it down like raindrops with his fists.
It was a very standard Wing Chun clamping sheep horse and phoenix eye punch. The beating made the man scream in agony and tried to cover his face, but the back of his hand was hit so hard that it almost split.
Snot, tears, and blood were mixed together and flowed down. It looked so miserable.
In the end, it was Wang Yingjun who pulled Jiang Zhihao away and said, "Stop hitting him. If you hit him again, you will kill him!"
Jiang Zhihao took a few deep breaths, his right hand trembling slightly.
Wang Yingjun saw the scars on his finger bones and couldn't help crying out in pain.
The gangster who was kicked by Jiang Zhihao until his face blossomed, climbed up holding on to the door frame, pointed at Jiang Zhihao and said harsh words: "You, don't leave if you dare, I will have you killed right now!"
As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.