Clang!
The shutter door was suddenly closed.
The other three underlings felt something was wrong and immediately took out their daggers and machetes.
Ah Wu also pulled out his machete, but placed it on Qin Lang's neck, and shouted at the other three underlings: "Put down the knife!"
While the other three underlings were hesitating, more than a dozen gangsters with machetes rushed down from the pharmacy and surrounded them.
The situation was very clear.
Qin Lang said to the three underlings: "Forget it, they have a lot of people, just drop the knife."
The three underlings listened to Qin Lang and had to throw the knife and dagger on the ground.
"Ah Wu, right? Why did you do this? "Qin Lang deliberately pretended to be angry.
"Very simple, for money!" Ah Wu said in a matter-of-fact tone, and then said to the big man standing behind the counter, "Brother Bull, I have brought the person to you."
Bull nodded: "Yes! From now on, you will follow me! "
"Thank you brother Bull, thank you!" Ah Wu felt that with Bull's protection, he would be much safer. Otherwise, as a traitor, even if he got the money, his future life would not be good.
Bull's eyes fell on Qin Lang: "Kid, you know how to cure arsenic poison?"
Bull seemed to not believe that a student could cure arsenic poison.
"How about you eat a bag of arsenic, and then let me try to detoxify it for you." Despite the machete on his neck, Qin Lang was still calm.
"You have courage!" Bull sneered, "Unfortunately, I don't have arsenic on hand, or I will put it in your mouth to try!"
"It's useless for you to stop me." Qin Lang said calmly, "If I don't go back, Brother Qiang will go to the hospital."
"He can't go to the hospital! We have someone to hold him! " Bull coldly said, "Seeing that you are still a student, I will give you a little lesson today, to let you know that the matters of the underworld are not something a student like you can casually meddle in! Ah Wu, make him stretch out his left hand, I want to feed his little finger to my Tibetan mastiff! "
"Did you hear that?!" Awu used the knife to threaten Qin Lang, forcing Qin Lang to put his left hand on the counter. Awu then pressed Qin Lang's left hand. "Damn it! Give me your little finger! If you don't, Big Brother Barbarian Bull will not only want a finger of yours! "
Qin Lang was still very calm. This calmness completely enraged Barbarian Bull. He waved his machete and ruthlessly chopped off Qin Lang's little finger!
Han Sanqiang's three underlings were so scared that their faces turned pale! They could foresee that it would be their turn soon!
"Ah!"
A blood-curdling scream rang out.
The strange thing was that the scream didn't come from Qin Lang, but from Ah Wu!
Barbarian Bull's knife actually cut off Ah Wu's left little finger!
Whether it was Barbarian Bull or Ah Wu, they didn't expect such a result.
Ah Wu had never seen Qin Lang fight, so he didn't know how powerful Qin Lang was. He didn't even figure out how Qin Lang got rid of the suppression and sent Ah Wu's left little finger to Barbarian Bull's machete.
Ten fingers were connected to the heart. Ah Wu suddenly had one of his fingers cut off. Of course, he was in so much pain that the machete in his right hand fell to the ground. Then he quickly clenched his teeth and pressed on the wound to stop the bleeding.
"F * ck –"
Barbarian Bull roared and chopped at Qin Lang's right shoulder with his machete.
Barbarian Bull was also a senior gangster. He knew that the bottom line of being a gangster was not to kill people, so he was very careful with the position of the machete.
But Qin Lang was calm. His body gently slid backward, easily avoiding Barbarian Bull's machete, and arrived at the center of the pharmacy.
Barbarian Bull jumped over the counter and chased after him.
He knew that if he let this kid slip away, not only would he lose his face, but his boss would also not let him go.
Qin Lang faced a total of 18 people, including Barbarian Bull with his bare hands, but he was not afraid at all.
Because in Qin Lang's eyes, these people were just gangsters, not real martial artists. Even if they had machetes in their hands, it was in vain.
Qin Lang stood next to the pillar in the center of the pharmacy in the posture of Dragon Subduing Stance. Suddenly, he gave people a feeling of being rooted to the ground, indomitable, and unshakable.
This kind of feeling and bearing could only be seen from a true martial artist.
Barbarian Bull also felt the change in Qin Lang's momentum, but he did not believe that a middle school student like Qin Lang could block the attack of 18 machetes with his bare hands. It was absolutely impossible!
But at this time, Qin Lang hooked his hand at Barbarian Bull, making a provocative gesture.
"F * ck!"
Barbarian Bull shouted and took the initiative to swing his machete.
At the same time, Barbarian Bull's underlings also surrounded Qin Lang from all directions.
"Ha!"
Qin Lang exhaled and suddenly punched the pillar next to him.
Although the pillar's exterior was painted with a layer of wood grain, it was actually made of reinforced concrete. But when Qin Lang punched it, it actually made a dent in the pillar, and also made a few clear cracks!
Barbarian Bull and his underlings were immediately stunned –
Breaking the cement pillar with one punch, this guy's strength was too amazing!
"Peng!"
At the moment when Barbarian Bull was shocked, Qin Lang took a step forward. The strength of this step was so amazing that the floor tiles under his feet cracked. Then, Qin Lang's other foot flew up and hit Barbarian Bull's abdomen.
Barbarian Bull only felt a huge pain in his abdomen, and his whole body flew up and then heavily hit the medicine cabinet. Even the wooden medicine cabinet behind him was smashed.
"Ouch … .Chop him to death!"
Barbarian Bull's bones were like falling apart, but his ferocious nature was completely stimulated.
The rest of the underlings quickly waved their machetes at Qin Lang.
"F * ck! Damn that old poisonous thing! "
There was a reason why Qin Lang scolded the Old Poison at this time, because the Old Poison did not teach Qin Lang even half a move. Most of the time, he let Qin Lang learn the Poison Technique and Poison Scripture. In terms of martial arts, he only taught Qin Lang the Dragon Crouching Stance.
The Dragon Crouching Stance was of course a good thing. It could easily twist a person's strength into one. When fighting, it could condense the whole body's strength into one point, achieving the effect of using the least amount of strength to hit the greatest power. An ordinary person's punch could at most exert 20 to 30% of their whole body's strength, but a real martial artist who had practiced Strength Training Stance could exert 70 to 80% or even 100% of their strength. This was the reason why Qin Lang could kick Barbarian Bull flying.
But the key was that so far, Qin Lang had not learned any moves, so he could only use the simplest and most primitive fists and feet to deal with these gangsters and the machetes in their hands.
Qin Lang was not invulnerable to swords and spears, nor did he have an indestructible body. Therefore, he could only dodge.
Fortunately, there were a lot of medicine cabinets in the medicine shop, giving Qin Lang space to dodge. Moreover, his body was strong and his steps were light and steady. He fought and retreated at the same time, so he was not at a disadvantage for a while. On the contrary, those gangsters were accidentally punched by Qin Lang and immediately felt the pain in their bones.
However, at this time, Barbarian Bull had gradually recovered. At this time, Barbarian Bull stared at Qin Lang, his eyes were about to spit fire, but he did not immediately attack Qin Lang. Instead, he whistled and shouted, "Black Tiger!"
Ow!
At this time, a black Tibetan Mastiff jumped out of nowhere, jumped more than a meter high, and directly rushed toward Qin Lang's chest.
This Tibetan Mastiff was extremely fierce. If it bit him, Qin Lang would definitely be injured, not to mention that there were more than a dozen machetes coming toward him.
Barbarian Bull grinned, thinking, "Kid, no matter how fast you run, you can't be faster than my Mastiff!"
Qin Lang also felt that he was in big trouble. If he lost to a beast today, wouldn't it become a big joke!
"Could it be that I can only use poison?" An evil thought flashed in Qin Lang's mind. As the successor of the Old Poisonous Monster, Qin Lang certainly had a super strong poison on him. As long as it touched him, he would die immediately!
But if he did that, there would be endless trouble in the future. Even the Old Poisonous Monster might be implicated!
Seeing that the Mastiff's sharp claws were about to land on Qin Lang's body, the scene of the blood mantis fighting the huge snake this morning suddenly flashed in his mind. He felt that the blood mantis's two "machete claws" seemed to contain a profound martial arts technique. Qin Lang understood something and naturally used his palm as a blade. His right palm blade accurately chopped at the Mastiff's nose.
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking rang out. The Mastiff's nose was actually chopped off by Qin Lang's palm blade!
With its nose broken, the Mastiff's mouth was naturally unable to open. Qin Lang took the opportunity to throw it to the ground, and it was unknown whether it was dead or alive.
Succeeding in one move, Qin Lang's confidence was greatly boosted! Brandishing his palm blade again, he chopped the wrist of a hooligan.
Pa!
The hooligan's wrist joint fell off, and he cried out in pain. The machete in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
Qin Lang attacked consecutively. His two palm blades were as swift and accurate as a mantis hunting its prey, and they hit their targets with one strike!
Screams and the sound of machetes falling to the ground lingered in the air.
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