Hei Huzi was showing off under the cockscomb head's compliments. Hearing Fu Yang's use of Internet language to ridicule him, he was already very angry and was about to get angry.
In the end, I didn’t expect that this young-looking boy would actually do it as he was told! Damn it!
With such a big beer bottle, if you say you hate chrysanthemums, you will hate chrysanthemums. There is no ambiguity at all.
Poor "Society Tiger Brother", before he could get angry, he felt a sharp pain coming from behind his buttocks, which was simply unbearable.
You know, the kind of glass beer bottle Fu Yang is holding. The beer caps are made of metal with gear-shaped edges. If you stick such a thing in, it is probably no lighter than the catfish, cactus and other things that Mr. Xiong likes to use.
…
So as expected, the black tiger let out a shrill scream.
"Ahhhh!!! Damn! It hurts so much. My anus is broken."
He was in pain, but also extremely angry. The last few words were almost shouted out!
Fu Yang was extremely happy.
Gu Jianyang laughed heartily, Qin Mei also looked stunned, and then laughed.
As for Fu Yang himself, he patted the table and said with a smile: "Hahahaha. It seems that the Internet is all a lie. Isn't it said that in society, Brother Hu is a fool? Opening the bottle cap of chrysanthemums and so on. It seems that they are all lies.
It's human. Just poke it and it will be broken."
This guy!
It seems that he has been led astray by Mr. Xiong.
"You guys are still just doing knitting? Are you all filled with shit in your head? Come on! Come on. Beat these two men to disability on the spot, and then pull the woman back and throw her into the back of the car.
Box. Let’s take it back directly after dinner.”
Hei Huzi yelled crazily at his subordinates. He covered his butt with one hand and pulled out the beer bottle with great effort, causing blood to flow freely.
Cockscomb Head was the number one boy under his command, and of course he rushed the hardest. He picked up a chair and was about to throw it at Fu Yang...
Fu Yang's heart suddenly moved, and he had a strange feeling when facing this scene.
He smiled and said to Qin Mei: "Do you still want to experience the memories of your college days again? You don't need magic, just go head-on and fight with these damn scum of society."
Qin Mei was stunned.
Then he said softly: "Let's put it this way, I am a weak woman anyway. You can play whatever you want, as long as you are happy."
Of course, Gu Jianyang followed his master's orders and immediately let Zhao Feng return to his body. He was ready to fight!
He was originally a gangster, and he grew up in such a fantasy world. When it comes to street fighting, he is much more powerful and experienced than Fu Yang, a master.
It's better to strike first!
Gu Jianyang picked up two beer bottles and smashed them on the table with two bangs, exposing the sharp edges. Then he pulled them horizontally towards the few gangsters who were surrounding them.
The sound of cutting with sharp glass edges was heard, and a deep blood mark appeared on the chests of these gangsters, dripping with blood. They immediately screamed and retreated in fear.
Staring at Gu Jianyang with a ghostly look!
They didn't expect that this boy, who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, would be so ruthless and sophisticated. The eyes flashed with a viciousness that was completely inappropriate for his age.
Gu Jianyang's lips curled up into a sinister smile: "You guys are scum! When I came here, you were still nursing."
Then he threw away the half glass bottle in his hand, took off a chair leg from the chair under his buttocks, held it in his hand and rushed towards the crowd in front...
This thing is really crazy!
As for Fu Yang, the rooster-headed man picked up a chair and threw it towards his head and face.
Even if he directly blocks his magic power and doesn't use it, he still practiced Sanda for several years when he was an ordinary person! His reaction ability is very fast.
So he rolled back with a swish, avoiding Cockscomb Head's chair attack.
Then support the ground with both hands and rotate hard.
Both feet kicked out and accurately hit the cockscomb head's abdomen.
Ouch!
The chair in this guy's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he covered his stomach with his hands and screamed in pain. Fu Yang was just about to give this guy another hard blow.
As a result, several gangsters nearby had already followed Gu Jianyang's example and gathered around with broken sharp beer bottles. They were ready to give Fu Yang a few hard blows.
"Damn it! Disciple, you see these guys are all imitating you."
Fu Yang hurriedly avoided the broken glass bottle while complaining to Gu Jianyang.
The other party had just used a chair leg to beat the head of a young gangster in front of him until blood flowed out and he passed out. He turned his head with a wronged expression: "Master, didn't you tell me to work more passionately? Now you blame me..."
All right.
Fu Yang shrugged and continued to fight with these damn guys.
He also picked up a complete beer bottle, saw the right moment, and circled it with his arms.
Bang bang bang bang!
There was a continuous sound of glass bottles breaking.
The half-section beer bottles held up by the gangsters who gathered around were swept past by Fu Yang. All of them shattered with a loud sound, and sharp glass shards flew everywhere. The hands of these gangsters were even cut.
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"Ah! Damn, my hand was cut by the glass."
"It hurts so much! This dog looks gentle and gentle, but he can be quite ruthless in a fight."
"Go! Fight this guy to death. If you dare to hurt my hand, his arm will be disabled today."
The few gangsters who besieged Fu Yang were probably considered to have relatively high combat effectiveness. At this time, they also showed their fierce looks, bared their teeth, and said some very pretentious and cruel words.
But the words just fell.
Fu Yang used his left foot as the center of the circle and suddenly exerted force, driving his body into the sky in a spiral shape. He kicked his right leg out.
Bang bang bang!
There was a continuous muffled sound. The faces of these gangsters were all kicked by Fu Yang's heavy force. They all swelled up like pig heads immediately and fell to the ground, twitching and foaming at the mouth.
But, after all, there are more than thirty people on the other side!
Although the two masters and disciples Fu Yang and Gu Jianyang were brave, if we look at the physical condition of ordinary people, they had only defeated a dozen people, leaving more than half of them.
At this time, the boss, Hei Huzi, had woken up from the pain of having his chrysanthemum exploded and planned to go into battle himself.
He actually took out a slightly curved knife from his waist!
From the complicated patterns on the scabbard, Fu Yang could tell at a glance that it was actually a Damascus steel sword!
This kind of knife is very sharp. In ancient times, it was a very famous magical weapon in Eurasia. Even in modern times, it is not ordinary people who can get one. It seems that this black tiger is indeed very powerful on the road.