Under the dim street light, Zhang Ruoyu stood with his legs crossed, holding a black belt in his right hand, showing a strong aura.
Han Shixiao put Brother Zhang's vintage watch in his pocket, but he didn't dare to look at it.
Chen Qing led a dozen of Na Ye's disciples to take action, roaring towards him like jackals, tigers and leopards.
In that battle and that scene, Han Shixiao was obviously standing quite far away, but at this moment he was a little tempted to take a few steps back.
Afraid of being splashed with blood.
"Brother Zhang, give us your strength!" Han Shixiao let out a wolf howl, clenched his hands into fists, and shouted to help.
The only thing my uncle can do is howl.
Snap!
In the night sky, a whip sound suddenly sounded.
Because the nightclub street was too quiet, this sound pierced the air and was frightening.
Bang!
A senior disciple was whipped away and hit hard on the floor. His face was bruised and bruised, which was shocking.
The burning pain and oozing blood made the disciple want to scratch his face, but he didn't dare to. He was lying on the ground rolling, twisting and wailing. The scene was very ferocious.
Phew! Phew!
Wind blew under the feet of the two disciples, and the soles of their shoes rubbed against the floor with a sharp sound. They suddenly approached Zhang Ruoyu.
Snap!
Zhang Ruoyu held the belt with one hand and twitched the two of them on both sides, as if taming animals.
One person was slapped on the waist, and the other was slapped on the thigh. The belt, which was obviously plain and simple, was beaten to pieces, including the clothes and skin.
When Chen Qing saw Zhang Ruoyu looking like a tame animal, he whipped a fellow apprentice away with his whip. He became so angry that he kneed Zhang Ruoyu in the air and hit Zhang Ruoyu on the head.
Snap.
Zhang Ruoyu reached out with his left hand and with a flick of his hand, he knocked down Chen Qing who was flying into the air.
Then with a bang, he pushed him to the ground hard.
Snap!
A whip struck Chen Qing's face, leaving half of his face bloody and torn.
Chen Qing's face was burning, and his whole body felt like it was falling apart. Blood was spurting from his mouth. He probably suffered internal injuries the moment he was pressed to the ground.
More than a dozen of the master's disciples, Zhang Ruoyu knocked them all to the ground in just three or two minutes.
The methods are not fancy, but they are fierce and domineering.
Seeing this scene, Han Shixiao's face was full of horror.
Even a little scared.
He knew that Brother Zhang must have something, but he didn't expect that there were so many things...
That night, if he had forced his way into Zhang's house, Brother Zhang wouldn't have thrown him directly from the sixth floor?
No wonder Tang Sihai is so afraid of Brother Zhang...
After all, those who have been beaten will feel the pain.
The man's brows also frowned.
How powerful is a Beimang cook?
More than a dozen master disciples who have been trained by their own hands are actually helpless and are broken into pieces at a single touch?
Especially Chen Qing, who was his proud disciple, he didn't expect to be killed without even being able to meet him face to face.
There are dozens more disciples and disciples who want to take action.
Many people even took out short swords and iron bars.
Hundreds of people surround one person. If he doesn't capture it, his reputation will be ruined, and his disciples and disciples, who have been showing off in the market, will not be able to see anyone.
"Come together!"
The crowd surrounded Zhang Ruoyu with ferocious looks, and a murderous atmosphere filled the entire place.
In a corner where no one was paying attention, Han Shixiao squeezed out of the crowd, fearing that he would be accidentally slapped by Brother Zhang who had red eyes.
When the belt is pulled off, it hurts.
Uncle's tender skin and tender meat, without being smoked.
Dozens of people surrounded and suppressed Zhang Ruoyu, using both fists and feet. All kinds of weapons emerged in an endless stream. In addition to guns, all that could and should be used were used.
But when all the disciples and disciples of that master fell down, no one could hurt Zhang Ruoyu at all.
Everyone is basically broken into pieces at the first touch and has no power to parry.
Even the belt in Zhang Ruoyu's hand was broken, covered in blood, and turned into a red belt.
Han Shixiao was frightened and his eyelids kept twitching.
He finally believed what Brother Zhang just said.
He didn't strike lightly, so he used a belt.
If you directly use hands and feet, these disciples and disciples will not just scream and scream, but at least half of them will die.
The master's gang of disciples and grandsons all came in dozens and dozens. The reason why there were not hundreds of them came together was that there was really no space for them, for fear of a stampede.
About twenty minutes later, the spacious and open nightclub street was filled with people lying everywhere.
The wailing sound was like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, so terrifying.
The old Binhai Jianghu man who was originally full of aura no longer has the aura of a big boss now.
Three hundred for one.
Zhang Ruoyu only spent twenty minutes.
What's the difference between chopping melons and vegetables?
The man frowned, and in addition to anger, there was hesitation in his eyes.
He could tell that Zhang Ruoyu didn't kill him.
Several times he subconsciously wanted to kill his apprentice, but he always stopped at the last moment and avoided the fatal point.
This guy is definitely not a cook!
He is hiding and enduring, and he is not even used to this method!
I can imagine that if this is not a public fight, if he leads a group of the most elite disciples to intercept it privately, find trouble, and even intend to kill.
These disciples who were lying on the ground and still had the strength to scream were already a pile of cold corpses!
Who is this uncle Han?
There was a sinister look in the man's cold eyes.
Tonight's gang fight was so big because he wanted to embarrass Uncle Han and let the whole Binhai know that he had offended Lu Shaoqing, so he was beaten and had one of his legs disabled.
But judging from the current situation, it is difficult to achieve his goal.
Not only him, but perhaps even the Lu family could not have imagined that the man who came out of the army could not defeat a mere uncle from the Han family, the Beimang cook!
That man became the last fortress.
He can't lose, and he can't afford to lose!
That man's reputation in Binhai must continue forever. If it is interrupted once, it will be completely ruined and no one will believe in him anymore.
"I have a rule too."
Zhang Ruoyu threw a cigarette into his mouth, and his uncle rushed up and lit a cigarette for Brother Zhang.
Brother Zhang tilted his head and lit his cigarette, then took two puffs: "Whoever wants to break my legs, I will definitely put him in a wheelchair."
Exhaling thick smoke, Zhang Ruoyu glanced at the man, his dark eyes filled with emotion: "Lianlian?"
After hearing this, the man slowly took off his hat.
Hidden in the hat is a retro hairstyle, jet black braids, and a slender waist.
"How many years have passed since the fall of the Qing Dynasty, and you are still doing this?" Zhang Ruoyu glanced at the man coldly and strode closer.
"If I take action, I won't break your leg."
That man was like a spiritual snake in the abyss. His ups and downs seemed to have afterimages, digging straight into Zhang Ruoyu's heart.
His nails were long and shaped like sharp claws, and they glowed coldly under the dim street lights!
