"You're courting death!" Brother Kui snorted. Two of his men immediately rushed over to Qin Lang, waving their fists.
Pah! Pah!
Qin Lang slapped them in the face twice, and the two men spun around on the spot. They couldn't even tell what was going on in South Africa.
Brother Kui snorted. He had looked down on Qin Lang, but when he saw Qin Lang's moves, he realized that this middle school boy was not simple. Otherwise, Senggum wouldn't have deliberately arranged for him to come here.
"Boy, I'll f * ck you up!" Brother Kui put on a boxing posture. First, he punched a few times in front of Qin Lang, and then he suddenly lifted his right foot and kicked at Qin Lang's heart. This was Brother Kui's unique skill, called "Three Consecutive Kicks". This was his trump card, and it had been tried and tested many times.
Seeing Brother Kui's "unique skill", several of his men began to get excited.
But soon, their excitement turned into horror, because Qin Lang didn't move at all. His stance was rooted to the ground. Just when Brother Kui raised his right foot, Qin Lang used his palm as a knife and chopped at Brother Kui's thigh with his "hand knife".
Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!
Qin Lang's "hand knife" heavily chopped at Brother Kui's thigh, and accurately hit the "tendons" of his ankle, calf, and thigh.
It seemed that Qin Lang's "hand knife" did not have much strength, but every time it hit Brother Kui's leg, it was as painful as being cut by a real knife. This was the power of Qin Lang's three years of pole-standing. Once he made a move, all the strength in his body could be twisted into a force. Even if he only used his finger to poke his opponent, the force would not be weaker than his fist.
This was the difference between those who practiced and those who didn't!
If standing on a horse was really useless, those religious sects would let their disciples do it for a few years.
Brother Kui's tightened leg suddenly felt numb, and he lost all his strength. He couldn't continue after the first kick, and even found it difficult to stand still!
Pa!
Just when Brother Kui's attack was thwarted, Qin Lang seized the opportunity and slapped Brother Kui hard in the face. Qin Lang slapped Brother Kui with all his strength, and the slap sent Brother Kui flying. Brother Kui hit the cell door heavily!
The few hooligans were completely dumbfounded. Never in their dreams would they have thought that the famous "Iron Fist Brother Kui" of Summer Yang City would be sent flying by Qin Lang in just one round. Moreover, he was sent flying by a slap!
In fact, Qin Lang wanted to use his fists, but he suddenly realized that this was a prison cell. Fighting here was a common thing, but if he crippled Brother Kui, the nature of the fight would be different. He would definitely be convicted of intentional injury! Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, Qin Lang turned his fist into a slap. But with Qin Lang's Kung Fu foundation, this slap was enough to calm Brother Kui down.
Although Brother Kui was only slapped by Qin Lang, his whole face was swollen, and the corner of his mouth was cracked, like a pig's head.
After a few minutes, Brother Kui's head stopped buzzing. At this time, his arrogance and spirit were all gone.
As for the other hooligans, they didn't have the courage to fight with Qin Lang at all.
"Kneel down!"
Qin Lang coldly snorted, and the six underlings of Brother Kui immediately knelt on the ground.
Brother Kui was still strong, and he didn't kneel down.
"Brother Kui, right?" Qin Lang snorted, "You just said that you want to f * ck him until he's dead. Since you like f * cking so much, it seems that you also like being f * cked. You six, take off his clothes and pants! "
"What?" One of the hooligans said blankly, thinking that he had heard it wrong.
Pa!
Qin Lang reached out his hand and slapped the hooligan, sending him flying. Then, he looked at the other five people and said, "Listen carefully this time!"
Although the other five hooligans were also afraid of Brother Kui, they were more afraid of Qin Lang now. Qin Lang's slap was too fierce, and no one wanted to be slapped again. So, the five hooligans rushed to Brother Kui together, and one of them said, "Brother Kui … I'm sorry!"
Although Brother Kui was also a fierce character, Qin Lang had just hit him so hard that he couldn't use any strength in one of his legs, and he had also been slapped by Qin Lang. His strength and momentum were far less than usual. At this time, he was held by the five hooligans, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of them.
As for Qin Lang, it was like he was watching a show. He said, "Brother Kui, you have to work hard, or you will lose your clothes and pants!"
When Brother Kui heard that, he didn't care that these people were his hooligans, and directly greeted them with his fists. After all, Brother Kui didn't want his clothes and pants to be taken off. Who knew what Qin Lang would do to him next?
The other hooligans were originally a little afraid of Brother Kui, but when Brother Kui punched them fiercely, they didn't care about the bullsh * t loyalty, and directly fought with Brother Kui. Then, with the advantage of their numbers, they really took off Brother Kui's clothes and pants, not even leaving his underwear!
"That's enough." Qin Lang signaled the six hooligans to stop for a while.
After he got up from the ground, he roared and rushed at Qin Lang again. But this time, he was just like a cornered beast. It was impossible for him to defeat Qin Lang. As usual, Qin Lang slapped him in the face.
After being slapped again, Brother Kui finally calmed down. He seemed to realize that Qin Lang was going to do something new, so he subconsciously slipped to the door of the cell and shouted, "Prison guard! Police! Help! "
There was no response from the police!
There were only excited cheers from the other cells.
Brother Kui knew that the prison guard was deliberately not here at this time, so that he could have time to deal with Qin Lang. But Brother Kui and the prison guard did not know that it was Qin Lang who was dealing with them at this time!
"Brother Kui, it seems that you still don't understand." Qin Lang sneered and ordered the six hooligans again, "Drag Brother Kui over here and press him to the bed!"
The six hooligans were much more obedient this time. They directly pressed Brother Kui to the bed.
"Brother Kui, didn't you just say that you want to f * ck him?" Qin Lang sneered and said, "There is a saying that 'f * ckers will be f * cked by others.' Your six men are waiting here. Which one do you want to f * ck? "
Brother Kui completely collapsed at this time. He suddenly realized that Qin Lang was not only good at martial arts, but also cruel. It was a pity that his old chrysanthemum, which he had been guarding for more than 20 years, was about to be f * cked. Brother Kui really wanted to die at this time.
"Since Brother Kui doesn't want to choose, then the six of you can take turns to f * ck him." Qin Lang's words scared the six hooligans. Although they usually said the words "f * ck" and other words, they were just saying it. The six hooligans were all normal, and none of them really wanted to f * ck Brother Kui.
"Brother Qin … Please … Please let me go …" Brother Kui completely collapsed.
Qin Lang acted as if he did not hear Brother Kui's words. He stretched out his hand and patted the back of a hooligan, "You first."
"Brother Qin, I can't, I really can't … I … I am impotent!" The hooligan was so scared that his face turned pale, and his body was trembling.
"What about you?" Qin Lang patted the shoulder of another hooligan.
"Brother Qin … I … I can't … I have premature ejaculation!"
"Damn it! All six of you can't f * ck him? "Qin Lang scolded," Since you can't f * ck him, I will let Brother Kui f * ck you! "
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