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Kick, kick, kick.
I remembered the sound of dense footsteps, and those guys quickly surrounded He Zhenzhong, with sneers on their faces, and they kept beating the wooden sticks and steel pipes they held in their hands.
If an ordinary person were surrounded by these tall black men with dark blue tattoos, they would definitely tremble with fear and turn pale.
Unfortunately, He Zhenzhong is not an ordinary person.
"What, you want to bully the few with more?" He Zhenzhong's expression did not change at all.
"Wrong." The leading guy raised his right hand, shook his middle finger, and laughed, "This is a one-on-one challenge. A group of us are challenging you. Do you understand? Chinese monkey."
"Hahaha."
"Beat him."
"Chinese, go back to your China."
The group of gangsters all laughed unbridled.
"I understand." He Zhenzhong nodded and smiled, "It's good to challenge one on one, I like it."
Boom.
After saying that, he stamped his feet on the ground, and then his body shot out instantly.
Those American gangsters were all stunned. Surrounded by more than a dozen people, this thin Chinese man not only refused to get around, he actually dared to make the first move?
For a moment, everyone was angry. Did that guy think he was the reincarnation of Bruce Lee? Humph.
call.
He Zhenzhong made a fist with his right hand and a heavy punch roared past.
"**." The current black man looked angry, raised his fist, and smashed it. He was very confident. His body was as strong as a cow. Could it be that he couldn't beat this thin Chinese?
boom.
The two fists, one big and one small, collided together, making a dull flesh-sounding sound.
Click, the terrifying sound of bone cracking came to mind, and the guy's originally protruding knuckles flattened instantly.
"Ah." I remembered the shrill scream. The black man retracted his hand, his face was full of pain and ferociousness, and his eyes were wide open. His strength was no match for that thin Chinese man?
He Zhenzhong didn't hesitate at all. He succeeded in the attack, turned his body to avoid a steel pipe coming from behind, then raised his right hand and hit him hard backwards.
Elbow.
boom.
Poof, the guy who wanted to sneak attack He Zhenzhong from behind suddenly had his chest dented, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out. He screamed, stepped back a few steps, bent over in pain, and fell to the ground.
On the ground.
In just an instant, the two guys lost their fighting power.
In the car, the middle-aged man's eyes were wide open and his face was solemn. However, he did not see at all that He Zhenzhong was using fighting moves in the army, but purely violent. Yes, using a violent way to solve those problems.
The gangster is completely crushed in terms of strength.
When did yellow people have such good physiques? The middle-aged man was confused. Logically speaking, when it comes to strength, white people and black people should have the absolute advantage.
Could it really be Chinese Kung Fu? He felt heavy in his heart. In the United States, there are many legends about Chinese Kung Fu, such as flying over roofs and walking over walls, smashing boulders with one's mouth, etc.
"superior."
"|Destroy him for me."
"Don't be afraid of Chinese Kung Fu. If it were really that good, would they in China be killed so miserably by the Japanese back then?"
The leading guy kept shouting.
The gangsters around him rushed over without fear of death, waving steel pipes and machetes.
call.
On one side of He Zhenzhong's body, a steel pipe passed against his body.
call.
There was a harsh wind behind his head. He Zhenzhong leaned forward suddenly, twisted his waist, let out a sigh, turned his body sideways, and at the same time raised his right foot and kicked it out.
boom.
A guy who was chasing after him got kicked in the face, his head tilted, and his body fell sideways with a thud. Half of his face was swollen like a pig's head, and he lay there, screaming.
call.
boom.
A steel pipe hit He Zhenzhong on the shoulder, and the look on the face of the young gangster became even more ferocious. Did this Chinese guy really think he was invincible? Humph.
However, the sneer on his face froze in an instant, and He Zhenzhong didn't even move his body after being hit hard by the steel pipe.
Looking at He Zhenzhong, who turned around slowly with a dull expression, he thought, "Gulu, that guy's Adam's apple moved, he kept swallowing saliva, and his right hand holding the steel pipe was shaking a little. Is this guy still a human? He got a hard blow, and he actually..."
His face didn't even change?
"Yeah" he roared to embolden himself, then he raised his right hand and hit the heavy steel pipe hard again.
call.
Snapped.
He Zhenzhong grabbed the steel pipe and pulled it.
Deng Deng.
The guy's expression changed drastically and he took two steps toward He Zhenzhong.
call.
boom.
A sharp pain came from his stomach, and the guy's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, his eyes widened, and then his body flew backwards.
Dong Dong.
Behind them, two gangsters who were rushing over were hit hard.
The faces of the gangsters around them all changed. The confidence they had before had long since disappeared, replaced by deep fear and vigilance.
"Get out of the way and let me come." |
The leading guy roared loudly, carrying a heavy mountain ax, and rushed towards He Zhenzhong, like a running rhinoceros, carrying a powerful momentum.
"good."
"Boss, you are so fierce."
"Kill the Chinese."
All the gangsters around shouted.
Deng Deng Deng.
"ah."
The guy rushed in front of He Zhenzhong, flexed his feet, jumped up high, held the mountain ax tightly in his hands, and slashed down suddenly.
call.
A cold light suddenly appeared.
It seemed that even the air was about to be cut through.
Deng Deng.
He Zhenzhong did not retreat, but instead accelerated sharply and rushed towards the guy. Then he stamped his foot, his body rose into the air, and he kicked out with his right foot.
boom.
The leading guy only felt a black shadow flash in front of his eyes, and then his eyes completely darkened. It seemed as if something was broken, and the ax he was holding in both hands lost control.
Gulu.
hiss.
The gangsters around him kept swallowing their saliva and gasping. In this flash of lightning, the guy's feet landed directly on their boss's face, and the soles of his feet pressed down firmly.
No one expected that when they rushed over with such force, they would end up with such a result. The gap was really too big.