Looking at the guards surrounding them, He Zhenzhong and the other three did not change at all, they just looked at each other.
"Look at it?"
"Whoever loses, please drink."
"good."
Someone could understand Chinese, and as soon as they translated, all the guys around them became angry. These three guys didn't take them seriously at all. After all, they also had forty or fifty people, all holding
The baton can't deal with three people?
Also, these Chinese people really bully people too much. First, the God of Death caused trouble and caused a bloodbath in Geneva, which is known as the capital of peace. Now three more guys have appeared. Damn it. Are the Chinese people going to do it?
The rhythm of conquering Switzerland?
Therefore, they must teach these guys a profound lesson. They do admire the Chinese God of Death, but not every Chinese is a God of Death, huh.
"Do it."
As He Zhenzhong's voice fell, the three of them moved in unison in an instant, dividing into three directions and rushing towards them.
call.
A police baton hit him head on.
He Zhenzhong didn't have the slightest intention to dodge, he just slammed his right foot on the ground, as if it was equipped with a spring, his body rose into the air, he lifted his right foot, straightened it, and swept out.
call.
boom.
Click, there was a terrifying sound of bone cracking, the guy's right hand dropped instantly, and the baton fell to the ground with a clang.
That guy had a look of horror on his face. What were his legs made of? He actually dared to hit him head-on with the baton, and nothing happened. Moreover, the force was probably too strong, and he actually hit his arm directly.
It broke.
horrible.
terrible.
Before he could retreat, there was a snap, and a big hand reached out like lightning and grabbed his neck. He was not allowed to resist at all. A huge force surged in. In an instant, his feet staggered, and his body collapsed.
Arriving in front of He Zhenzhong.
He grabbed the guy's waist with his left hand, and He Zhenzhong easily caught the guy. Then he slipped his right hand, grabbed his feet, and threw him.
"Ah~｀."
Amidst the screams.
The guy flew out and directly hit several guys who were rushing over. With a bang, four or five people fell to the ground, screaming, and struggled for a long time without getting up.
Whoosh.
A harsh sound broke through the air, and two guys rushed in from the left and right, and the heavy baton hit He Zhenzhong's head.
Zi.
With his toes touching the ground, He Zhenzhong's body swayed, and the two batons fell against his body. However, they couldn't fall as soon as they reached halfway, because they were already caught by He Zhenzhong's hands, and they pulled hard.
Deng Deng Deng.
The two guys who had no time to let go rushed over, but their reactions were pretty good. In an instant, they raised their left fists and struck with all their strength.
Dong Dong.
What?
The two guys almost stared out their eyes. Is this guy still a human? Both of them are strong men with a height of 1.9 meters and a weight of 200. They have also served as soldiers. How powerful is this full blow? This guy
Surprisingly, nothing happened. Instead, their fists felt a painful sensation, as if they had hit a steel plate.
At this moment, they even doubted that He Zhenzhong was no longer a combat robot. Otherwise, how could his body be so hard?
However, He Zhenzhong didn't give them a chance to think too much. He punched the two guys. His hands slipped from their arms to their waists, grabbed their crotches, and lifted them up.
"ah."
"ah."
Two frightened voices sounded.
Gulu, Gulu.
The guys around were all swallowing their saliva, their eyes were wide open, their faces were dull, and they looked like they had seen a ghost. A thin and weak Chinese man was holding a strong man who was 1.9 meters tall and weighed 200 with one hand.
Lifted it up? This scene was so shocking that it made them feel like they were watching a movie.
"go."
As He Zhenzhong's voice sounded, the two dancing and struggling guys flew out in both directions, and the speed was not slow.
Boom.
Boom.
Don't hit the guys on both sides. Their expressions changed greatly. They thought that catching them was the limit, but when they were hit, they realized that they were wrong. It was not that they were hit. This feeling was clearly...
It was like being hit by a high-speed car.
There was a scream, and more than a dozen guys fell to the ground, with pain on their faces. Looking at He Zhenzhong standing there, his body was shaking, and there was no trace of blood on his face.
The hands of those guys who were standing a little further away and who were not affected by the impact were shaking constantly, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. Is that Chinese still a human being? He is not afraid of being hit by a baton, but he is not afraid of being hit by a fist.
It can move easily, and it can be picked up easily, and it can be easily lifted up and thrown over to hit people. Once it is hit, it will be a large piece.
Moreover, how long had it been since this gang fight started? In less than a minute, about twenty of them were destroyed, lying on the ground, screaming, obviously dying.
This is not a human being at all, it is simply a humanoid murder weapon.
Situ Lingfeng and the hermit also glanced back. When they saw the situation, they couldn't help but look at each other and cursed two words in unison, ".‖**." They felt depressed. Up to now, they had just lost each other.
There were only five people to turn over, and He Zhenzhong had already killed half of them. Obviously, this test was over just after it started.
Although only five were thrown over, those guys were scared to death. They were not ordinary people. They were all ex-soldiers. They were thrown over like chopping vegetables. Do you still dare to continue?
?
Deng Deng Deng.
Those guys wisely chose to retreat. Although there were still about twenty people left, they were like a group of little rabbits in front of the big bad wolf. They didn't have the courage to take action anymore.
He Zhenzhong and the other three clapped their hands and ignored the guys lying on the ground, walking side by side towards the inside.
As their footsteps moved, the guards could no longer control their feet and kept retreating, backing behind the gate step by step.