Lao Xian caught one leg on the railing and fell directly to the ground. The four people behind him rushed over in the blink of an eye.
"fuck your mother."
Hassan sat in the car, stared and cursed, then suddenly accelerated, swung the steering wheel, and drove the front of the car diagonally.
"Hula la."
When the four of them saw the car hitting them, they instinctively stepped back. Taking advantage of this moment, Hassan shouted: "Get in the car, brother Xian."
"flap."
The old immortal suddenly jumped up, stretched out his hand and ran towards the car door to grab it.
"We can't let him go."
The Scorpion youth suddenly shouted, and a man next to him held a spatula and jumped forward.
"Puff, bang,."
The front tire of the Lexus was directly punctured, causing a loud explosion.
"Hassan, get out of the car."
When the old immortal saw that the tire was worn out, he stopped walking back to the car.
"Bang."
Hassan pushed open the car door with one hand, grabbed it randomly in the handle, and pulled out a swing stick. This Lexus is almost always used when we go out to do errands. There are no weapons in it, only a swing stick. , it was He Zaizai who threw it in.
"Wow."
After getting off the car, Hassan swung his stick and stood side by side with Lao Xian. The two were leaning on each other's shoulders, sweating on their foreheads, and nervously looking at the four people opposite.
The four people opposite, two holding scrapers and two holding short knives, were also looking at Lao Xian and Hassan.
The two sides looked at each other for three or four seconds, and then started fighting.
"Have you chopped to death."
The young man who was carrying the mountain was chopped down with a knife.
"Fuck you."
The old fairy leaned back against the car door, raised his foot, and suddenly kicked on the young man's stomach. Then, with the security door key between his index and middle fingers, he rushed towards the outside with his sharp head, raised his fist, and ran towards the young man very fiercely. Swing it on your face.
"Bang bang bang."
In the blink of an eye, Lao Xian punched the young man three times in the face. Although his physical fitness was extremely high, he had been around longer than me after all, and from the time when he was working with Zhang Jun, he had been able to swing out and fly out of the sky. Judging from that, he still has a little bit of courage.
The young man retreated with his face covered in blood, and almost at the same time, two military thorns were pierced into the old immortal's stomach.
"Snapped,."
Hassan suddenly reached out with his left hand, and directly reached out to grab the opponent's blade. Blood trickled down. Then he turned around, swung the stick roughly, and hit the Scorpion youth directly on the neck, beating him immediately. A stagger.
"brush."
The old immortal ducked sideways, and another military thorn missed his target, but cut his thigh.
"Bang."
Hassan opened the Scorpion youth with a stick, and then grabbed him by his hair. The old immortal beat him until his face was covered with blood. He kept swinging the stick one after another.
"Dang, Dang,..."
Hassan swung the stick six or seven times in succession, knocking the man down directly. However, after hitting the stick three times, it bent. After six or seven swings, it broke directly from the second section, and his head suddenly flew off.
"Pfft."
The old immortal suddenly pulled Hassan, but it was too late, and Hassan was slashed in the back.
"Tap."
After a violent fuck, the two sides retreated again. Blood was pouring from Hassan's back and hands, and the pants on Lao Xian's right leg were also fucked open. The two stared at each other with wide eyes.
"Fuck you. Damn it, I can't fix you anymore."
The scorpion youth cursed angrily again and charged again with the knife. Hassan stepped forward and swung half of the stick, only wiping the scorpion youth's forehead.
"Bang bang."
The other two people on the other side, one by one, suffocated the old immortal with one kick, and then thrust a spatula with a cold light into the old immortal's stomach.
"brush."
Hassan threw away half of the stick, suddenly bent over, his body was arched, his arms directly hugged the legs of the man who was about to stab the old immortal, and then his body rushed forward.
"Plop."
Hassan pulled the person by his legs and threw him out.
"Bang,."
Hassan turned around and punched the Scorpion youth in the face.
"Pfft."
The scorpion youth stabbed Hassan in the leg.
"Boom."
Hassan ignored the knife stuck in his leg and used his body to protect the old immortal. He raised his head and knocked the other man in the face directly.
"Pfft."
The man staggered after being knocked, and he turned back and slashed with a knife, directly on Hassan's head.
"Si,."
Blood spurted from Hassan's head. He took a step back and was about to step on the old immortal's face with his foot. He stopped immediately and instinctively raised his head.
"Fuck you, mom, I'll let you block."
The last person, clutching the spatula, ran directly towards Hassan's bucket, but Hassan looked up just in time, his glasses were blurred with blood, and he couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly.
"Pfft."
When the knife arrives, time seems to stand still.
The other party was stunned, and Hassan stood there like a statue. He had three knives stuck in his body, one on his leg and one on his head. on Hassan's left eye, stabbed in the eyeball.
"L."
Blood was flowing down the corner of Hassan's left eye. The three people standing on the other side looked at Hassan blankly.
"You, mother, B."
Hassan felt that his left eyeball was dark, there was no pain, he just felt cold. He stammered a curse, pinched the other person's neck, raised his left leg, kicked the other person's stomach, and then he fell down with a thud. , hit the old immortal’s body.
"The police are over here."
Suddenly someone shouted in the distance.
The Sanren who was standing on the other side suddenly trembled when he heard these words.
"How to fix it."
Someone asked the Scorpion youth.
"Let's go first, let's go."
The Scorpion youth glanced at the two people on the ground, and then he and the other two people helped up the man who had been fucked by Lao Xian and Hassan, and hurriedly ran towards the Jetta, and then the car quickly disappeared.
"Hula la."
The workers in the hotel, as well as the waiters and the boss, ran out together.
It was the boss who called the police. He was a big help. Because he kept silent, someone would probably die in front of his house.
"You two are fine."
The boss asked the two people on the ground.
"Pfft."
The old immortal pushed Hassan away with great effort. He was not injured, but he was already weak.
"Brother, what's wrong with my eyes? Why can't I open them?" Hassan was still quite awake at this time. He sat up and lowered his head and asked.
"brush,."
When the old immortal turned his head, he saw the scraper stuck in Hassan's glasses at first sight, and then he was stunned.
"Brother, what's wrong with my eyes?"
Hassan reached out and grabbed his right eye.
"Snapped,."
Lao Xian grabbed his wrist, his voice was excited, and he shouted incoherently to the boss: "Do you have a car? Do you have a car? Help me take my brother to the hospital, please."
Five minutes later, a van carrying vegetables rushed towards the nearest hospital at a very fast speed. At the entrance of the hotel, there was blood that had not dried yet. Hassan completed his mission as a driver here, and his left eye was His life was in extreme danger, but he saved the old immortal's life and at least took four or five knives on his behalf.