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Chapter 540 Yakuza can also fight casually?

Yakuza was good at coercion and intimidation, and Zhou Qingfeng was also good at confrontation and suppression. He glanced around and saw a total of seven people in front of him. Most of the opponents' weapons were baseball bats, but the little boss was holding a gleaming sword in his hand.

This thin and sharp blade was held by the little boss with both hands, quite like the sharpness of the old Japanese samurai.

"To be honest, seeing you guys wearing crotchless pants makes me want to laugh. I really don't know why you have this hobby? And your large tattoos, in my eyes, only idiots do that.

." Zhou Qingfeng did not dodge, but took two steps forward towards the blade.

"Ignorant reptile, you have to pay the price for provoking a powerful opponent." The little boss on the opposite side was immediately furious. He exerted force with both hands, raised the blade and slashed with the force, and shouted loudly: "Fight the wind with a sword flow, break!"

Break..., break..., break...!

The sound really lingered around for three days without stopping.

As soon as the little boss said the word "break", Zhou Qingfeng, who was forced to come closer, kicked him in the crotch. There is really no one in the world who can beat him in terms of speed. In this world, no one can break the strong martial arts, only the fast can't break.

In terms of agility, he is far superior to ordinary people.

This kick to the egg was extremely fast. As soon as the sword reached the top, the little boss stooped like a lobster. He flew up with a bang and fell back with a sound of wind. But he fell in the right posture.

Sitting on the ground, I slid for a few meters and then stopped steadily, and then...

The little boss still maintained the posture of holding the sword high, but his eyes were as wide as a dead fish, and he could stuff a fist into his mouth when he opened his mouth. He was kicked by Zhou Qingfeng and was holding his breath in his chest. His face was already red, and what was even more terrible was that

I have no feeling in my lower body and cannot move.

"Apart from the great momentum, the rest is not worth mentioning." Zhou Qingfeng curled his lips disdainfully. His kick was fierce and cruel. The thugs on the left and right watched helplessly as their leader flew backwards.

This effect made everyone who saw it couldn't help but tighten their legs, and felt the soreness and numbness in their crotches, as if they had also been kicked.

After a long while, the little boss, who had already broken his eggs, held back a sentence, "Baga, are you just going to watch like this? Kill that bastard for me!"

Yakuza has a strict hierarchy, and the status of superiors and subordinates is clear. As soon as the little boss spoke, several other thugs immediately shouted and rushed towards Zhou Qingfeng, holding up their sticks and smashing them randomly. A burst of ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong was heard from the front desk.

There were violent noises, broken glass, and people screaming, but it stopped within half a minute.

Under normal circumstances, such a one-sided fight cannot last long. The weaker party either runs away like a lost dog, or is knocked to the ground and continues to be insulted and beaten.

The geisha who acted as the receptionist heard that the fighting outside seemed to have stopped, so she came out from hiding under the stage. Just when she came out, she saw a bleeding head leaning on the glass panel in front of her stage. The nose of this head

His jaw was crooked, his jaw was dislocated, there was a black mark on his eye, and he was weakly moaning in pain.

Elegant butterfly!

The geisha at the front desk was frightened by this bloody scene and screamed. She took several steps back until she hit a screen. Only then did she see clearly a bunch of people groaning and screaming outside the front desk. Several short tables fell over and the ground

It was messy. Some people were even beaten badly. They hit the window and broke the glass. Half of their body was still stuck in it, and they were screaming for help with trembling hands and feet.

But in this chaotic scene, the man in sunglasses who should have fallen the most was fine at all. He was carrying a shoulder bag and holding a document bag in his hand and walked over again and asked: "Where is Kitagawa Joji?"

"Your Excellency Kitagawa is not here." The geisha at the front desk was also frightened to death. She was afraid that she would be beaten to death if she didn't say the right thing.

"Then where are the signing files of the artists in your agency?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

The geisha shook her head and cried with tears: "I'm sorry, I don't know, please let me go."

"I also think you don't know." Zhou Qingfeng nodded, turned around and dragged over the guy who used the 'Fengfeng Yidao Style'. This guy with all kinds of ghost tattoos has now lost all his fierce flames.

He grabbed his ears and dragged him forward, screaming all the time.

Zhou Qingfeng picked up the sword and stabbed it into the palm of the little boss's hand. The knife was pierced to the end, and blood flowed like a stream. The little boss was in so much pain that he wanted to struggle but did not dare to move. He could only keep yelling. As a result, Zhou Qingfeng

Holding the handle of the knife and twisting it, the original punctured wound completely split open, and even the tendons and bones were separated.

Zhou Qingfeng pulled out the sword and pierced the other hand of the little boss. He snorted and asked with a sneer: "Do you want to do it again?"

This man is so fierce!

"No, no, I give up. Your Excellency is brave enough, but I am not as good as me." The little boss was so painful that he couldn't breathe out. He lay on the ground and could only plead, "Whatever you want, just ask us. We will definitely

satisfy."

"There is a girl named Hashimoto Na who signed a contract with you. I hope to terminate this contract." Zhou Qingfeng said in a deep voice.

"Okay, the contract is in the safe in the manager's office. You can get it by asking someone inside." The little boss couldn't hold on any longer and fainted after saying this.

This place is the headquarters of the Nitta Group and the Beichuan Office. In addition to a few Yakuza who are looking after the facade, there are more than twenty office employees working inside. When they heard the sound of fighting outside, these people

They all hid and waited for the situation to subside, but the evil spirit came to visit.

"Hurry up and find Hashimoto Na's contract." Under the threat of Tai Dao, Zhou Qingfeng forced several Japanese employees to work non-stop. The ordinary employees here seemed to be serious and well-behaved.

After repeatedly questioning whether he had any legal ties, Zhou Qingfeng left the firm with two contracts. People in the firm looked at the scene of destruction and were dumbfounded - someone came over single-handedly and didn't care.

Picking up seven vicious Yakuzas with one hand. This kind of thing has never happened before.

"This level of combat power is so terrifying!"

"It's really shocking. This mysterious man broke in like a Tyrannosaurus rex."

"Your Excellency Kitagawa will definitely be furious. Even if he can't find this man, he will definitely take revenge on the girl named Hashimoto Na."

A bunch of employees were talking about it, but they were not as shocked as Li Xiang who was standing outside. According to this little girl with a round face, the final outcome of the mysterious "Lin Sang" is just to escape in embarrassment. Maybe she can't even escape.

, was thrown out.

After all, Yakuza violent groups like the Nitta-gumi are not easy to mess with. Their office is a stronghold, and there must be people stationed there. It would be great if 'Lin Sang' could escape unscathed if he entered alone, but he didn't dare to think about others.

But in fact, not long after 'Lin Sang' entered, he heard a burst of shouting from upstairs, followed by the clatter of people and broken objects. Hearing this chaotic noise, pedestrians passing by nearby left in a hurry.

But at the end of the sound, a glass window on the third floor was broken. A man with a face covered in blood knocked out of the window and screamed at the window. Lixiang thought that the man was 'Lin Sang', but in the end

Found out to be a Yakuza with tattoos.

After a while, Zhou Qingfeng walked out happily wearing a hat and sunglasses, and saw Li Xiang hiding behind a street corner and looking at him in surprise. "Okay, you don't need a lawyer, you don't need too much."

Time. Now that the contract is in hand, we can leave!"

"Hey...! Lin Sang, you got Nai-chan's contract? How did you do it?"

"Just give them a good beating."

"Hit..., beat..., beat..., your way to deal with Yakuza is to beat him?" The round-faced girl stuttered, feeling that her world view was about to collapse. If Yakuza could just beat him,

Is that still Yakuza?

"


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