The first thousand three hundred and eighty-nine chapters
This red Ferrari was Zhu Xiaoling's car. She was really shocked when she saw someone trying to smash her car, but she quickly calmed down because she knew that the little man next to her would never sit idly by and ignore this guy's other abilities.
It's hard to say, in a fight there would be no one in Macau who could be his opponent. Just when he thought of this, the little man next to him had already rushed out with a roar, his movements as vigorous as a cheetah pouncing on prey.
There was wind at Xu Qing's feet, and with a whistle, he rushed to the tall and thin man who was about to smash the car. The two guys just raised the iron rod over their heads, and were startled by Xiao Xu's classmate who appeared in vain, and they all froze.
Became a statue.
One of them, a tall and lanky man with a cobra tattooed on his shoulder, was the first to come to his senses. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "I'm so scared of you, I'm going to get out of my way. Get out of the way!"
Another tall and shirtless man has tattoos on his armpits. He holds a stick with both hands above his head, just exposing his armpits. The tattoo on this guy is actually a black four-legged snake. He is really messing with the good skin given by his parents.
Son.
The one with the four-legged snake tattoo was obviously more powerful than the one with the cobra tattoo. He came back to his senses, swung the iron bar down, hit Xu Qing on the shoulder, and cursed: "You don't know how to die, you big circle boy.
You dare to stop the He'an gang from doing things, and I'll be a slave to you!" This guy was full of black and white words, and Xu Qing understood that it was not a good thing to say that he was a slave to you.
Bang! The iron rod hit Xu Qing's left shoulder firmly. The tall and thin man holding the iron rod felt as if he had hit a ball of black cotton. It went soft without even shaking, followed by a loud and loud bang.
The mouth slapped him in the face, causing him to fall to the side, a standard slow motion drift.
Plop! The tall and thin man was hit and fell two meters away on his back. While he was still drifting, he spat out a mouthful of bloody foam mixed with broken teeth. He landed like a broken sack and passed out without even a single bullet.
.This slap seems random, but in fact it is a bit particular. Xu Qing deliberately slapped the person to a place where there is no car, using the principle of directional whipping.
Only then did the man with the tattooed cobra realize that he had encountered a thorn. He picked up the iron rod and shouted loudly: "I'll kill you!" This guy deliberately raised his voice an octave in order to let his companions not far away hear.
Come on, facing such a ruthless person who can slap people away, his heart is like a row of hollow bottles, there is no bottom!
As the saying goes, if a dog doesn't bite, it looks scary. This tattooed cobra obviously wants to scare people. He raises the iron stick above his head but doesn't swing it down. If there is a thunder in the sky at this time, I'm afraid the stick above his head will be stunned.
The lightning rod will be effective.
Xu Qing didn't care who he was, the An gang or the Nian gang. Before the other party could think about where to land the stick, he raised his big mouth and greeted him. Bang! Hit the target with a loud slap, and whipped the cobra into pieces.
After eating the shrimp, he spun around twice and a half, then fell straight down to catch the breath. A broken front tooth actually slipped out of the nostril, proving once again that the mouth and nose are connected.
After cleaning up the two people who smashed cars, they immediately attracted the attention of the He'an gang not far away. This group of people was quite loyal, and none of them deserted. They all rushed over waving the iron bars in their hands, and took a few mouthfuls of snow-white
Their front teeth were shining brightly in the night. A few guys who were not weak in their momentum slowed down their pace and shouted loudly: "He'an is helping you to do things, crawl away if you don't want to die..."
A group of very arrogant gangsters, they smashed the windows of more than a dozen cars openly and dared to use the guys to ‘hack their friends’. This courage is indeed commendable, but it’s a pity that today they encountered a real thorn.
Xu Qing didn't want to see these gangsters at all. He didn't dodge or evade. He picked up an iron rod with his toes and lifted it up. The stick flew up flat. He easily grabbed one end with his palm and weighed it.
, it is as heavy as five kilograms. This thing is good for smashing glass and hitting people on the head, but I am afraid that if the hand is not strong enough to hold it, it will cause a concussion or something.
Two members of the He'an gang have fallen, and there are still about a dozen left. The iron rods in their hands are still coated with a layer of zinc. They are bright and eye-catching. Anyone who is not born with a weak mind and a short-sightedness can spot this gang.
People are not good at making trouble, and it is because of this inner mischief that no one came out to stop them from smashing cars.
Sometimes compromising is a good idea. Taking a step back will open up the world. But sometimes compromising is a bad idea in the extreme. It harms oneself and encourages the arrogance of bad people. These car-breaking bastards are raised because no one cares about them.
With this kind of virtue, a dozen gangsters holding iron rods are not scary. What is scary is the indifference of people's hearts. They ignore matters that have nothing to do with themselves. In the end, they will only harm others and themselves.
Not far away, Zhu Xiaoling's heart tightened. A dozen men with fierce looks surrounded Xu Qing. The boy seemed to have a strong interest in the iron rod in his hand. He just lowered his head to study, ignoring the group of men standing beside him who were ready to attack.
He really didn't pay attention to these little bastards, just these few ingredients. He just wanted them to get together and order a pot of stew, which would save time and effort.
Among these gangsters from the An gang, there were some who had seen the world. The calmness and calmness shown by Xu Qing made him feel unsure. The fierceness with which this man slapped one down just now fell into his eyes.
, as long as you put your mind on it, you will shudder involuntarily. I wonder if a dozen brothers are enough to entertain people with big mouths?
A big man with a pimpled face pushed the iron rod to his lower back, and poof! He poked a hole in his fine long johns, and one end of the iron rod came out half a foot from the hole. He looked like a big male monkey with a stiff tail.
, or the kind that is prepared to push the head behind the female monkey’s butt.
Regardless of the holes in his pants, this guy strode forward and bowed his hand to Xu Qing in a serious manner, and said in a deep voice: "Is this a friend of the Daquan Gang? If the buck-toothed horse of the He'an Gang is offended
I will definitely set up two tables and have a drink to apologize to my friends some other day, and ask my friends to give me face."
Xu Qing finally stopped studying the iron rod in his hand, slowly raised his head and glanced at the big man opposite, grinned and said: "Buck-toothed horse? This is a good name, but you guessed wrong, I am not a big circle helping a small circle.
Help, there is no need to give you any face. In short, if you want to smash my car, don’t blame me for smashing your people."
One person and one stick can still have such confidence when facing a dozen gangsters holding iron rods. Buck-toothed Ju didn't think that the other party was bragging. His lips trembled twice, revealing a set of big and uneven buck teeth. No wonder he would
He was given such a nickname. The gangsters around him couldn't stand Xu Qing's arrogance. They swung their iron rods and were about to hit him violently. Unexpectedly, the buck-toothed horse stretched out his hand and blocked several angry men.
Xu Qing smiled indifferently, stretched the iron rod in his hand, and held the end with both hands. However, in front of the buck-toothed horse, he slowly bent and twisted the iron rod... At this time, it seemed that what he was holding in his hand was not an iron rod.
It was not an iron rod as thick as an arm, but a piece of old, fermented gluten. In his hands, he easily twisted it into a strip of cannabis flower, which required a pot of smoking boiling oil.