Not long after, a terrifying scene appeared.
Wang Suhong couldn't help but be frightened and hid behind her husband.
Because from all directions, groups of people quickly ran over. Some of these people were carrying bricks, some were carrying pickaxes, and some were carrying kitchen knives.
They surrounded Luo Zhentian and the others in the middle. Looking around, there were more than 200 people.
"Who blew the whistle?"
A two-meter tall man wearing a black leather jacket walked out with a cigarette in his mouth and asked coldly.
"Six, Brother Six!" The red-haired Xiao Wei spurted out blood and said vaguely, "They, they, rubbed (beat) me."
"Soldiers?" The man called Brother Six raised his eyes and glanced at Luo Yufeng and the others, "Instead of staying in the military camp, you came to our Young Master Han's territory to show off?"
"Hmph, he hit my friend. I'm already being merciful by not killing that red-haired guy."
Luo Yufeng said without any trace of politeness.
"Since that's the case, then all of you can stay. If you touch our people, leave one hand behind. "Brother Six waved his hand, indicating that he was going to make a move.
"Who dares to touch Deputy Commander Luo!"
The guard immediately pulled out his gun and pointed it at Brother Six, "Anyone who dares to hurt Deputy Commander Luo will be killed!"
When the guard pulled out his gun, the hooligans were immediately dumbfounded.
These people could usually use knives to chop people, but when had they ever seen a gun as a killing weapon?
"What's wrong with Deputy Commander!" Brother Six was also stunned for a moment, but he quickly smiled and said, "Our Young Master Han is also someone with a background. Moreover, you only have one gun and a few bullets. And we have a few hundred people here, and they are all hooligans. If we can drag a Deputy Commander down with us before we die, our death will be worth it. "
With that, he took a step forward.
"Stop!" The guard reflexively wanted to shoot. But as Brother Six walked forward, the surrounding 200 people seemed to be led by him and all took a step forward, causing the guard to be somewhat shocked.
Indeed, he only had one gun, and the gun was only equipped with one bullet. Who should I shoot this time?
The gun in the guard's hand began to swing from side to side, and his eyes kept wandering around the gangsters.
Brother Six laughed in disdain. After all, he was a soldier who had never been on the battlefield. Just this little bit of aura was enough to scare him.
"Little Wang, steady yourself."
Luo Zhentian also noticed the panic on his guard's face and reminded him.
"Yes, Chief!" The young officer responded and began to take deep breaths.
"Leave this to me." Qin dynasty walked over at this time, reached out and patted the guard on the shoulder, then stood in front of him, "I'm the best at dealing with these gangsters. Go protect my father-in-law. "
The words' my father-in-law 'caused the expressions of the people present to change.
Of course, Luo Qinglin's face was filled with embarrassment, while Luo Zhentian's body trembled. But when he saw Sun Xueyuan and Sun Yan hugging each other, the old man could only silently sigh.
Wang Suhong frowned, as if she was dissatisfied with the shamelessness of the Qin dynasty.
"Another one who took the initiative to die." Seeing Qin dynasty walk out, Brother Six spat out a mouthful of smoke and asked disdainfully, "Kid, who are you messing with?"
"Me? I'm with Li Baishan. "Qin Chao stood there, casually pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.
"Li Baishan? Who is that? "
The group of hoodlums looked at each other in dismay.
"Brat, do you think you can fool me with a random name?" The flesh on Brother Six's face twitched, "When I came out, you were still playing with God knows where!"
"Heh heh …" Qin dynasty laughed coldly, not caring about Brother Six's words at all.
With just a glance, he could tell that the majority of these two hundred people were here to join in the fun. Although there were a lot of people, it was far from the time when he was protecting Liao Shasha and was chased by a group of real gangsters.
"Brother Six, right?" Qin dynasty suddenly raised his head and carefully looked at the giant man in front of him.
"That's right, but Brother Six's name is not something you can call. You brat, you have to call me Master Six. "
"No matter what you are. When you cry to your master, remember to say my Qin dynasty's name. "
With that, Qin dynasty threw the cigarette butt on the ground and used his foot to extinguish it.
"You really don't know life from death!" That Brother Six twisted his neck, making a cracking sound. Then, he lifted his right leg and kicked twice in the air, making a sound like an explosion.
"Look, look, Brother Six's Tan Tui!"
All the hoodlums were suddenly excited.
"Brat, even if I die today, I'll let you die knowing."
That Brother Six kicked twice, then bent his knees, standing on the ground with one leg, making a pose that he thought was very cool.
"Although I, Master Six, am from the underworld, I'm different from these ordinary hoodlums. I, Master Six, have practiced Tan Tui, a former disciple of the Northern Shaolin Temple. Brat, it's your honor to die on my leg today. "
Qin dynasty looked at this giant man who was a bit playful and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He could only shrug his shoulders and give him two words, "Psycho."
"Motherf * cker, I think you're sick of living!" When that Brother Six heard that this guy still dared to scold him, he immediately became angry. Without thinking, he raised his leg and whipped it toward Qin dynasty's head.
This kick could be said to be majestic. The kick cut through the air, making a piercing sound.
Brother Six's original name was Di Liu. When he was young, he did learn martial arts in the Northern Shaolin Temple for a period of time. But because he loved to fight bravely, he was often scolded by the abbot. Once, when the abbot was asleep, he hit the abbot's head with a brick. If this abbot didn't practice Iron Head Kung Fu, it was estimated that his bald head would have been split open.
Then, Di Liu was chased out of the Shaolin Temple and wandered around to Zhongchuan City, becoming a small hooligan. Because he knew some Tan Tui martial arts, it was easy for him to bully ordinary people. Therefore, he was recognized by the underground boss of this area, Young Master Han, and promoted to the leader of this area.
Di Liu's reputation had always been well-known. In this area where urban and rural areas were mixed, he had never met an opponent.
But today, he met the most terrifying enemy in his life.
Slap! Qin dynasty just reached out gently and grabbed Di Liu's leg from the side of his head, then pinched it.
"Ah!" Di Liu originally thought that he could kick this pretentious guy over, but he didn't expect that he would be the one being restrained in the end. Moreover, his ankle seemed to be clamped by iron pincers, and he couldn't move. And when the other party used force, his bones felt like they were about to break.
"You, you, you … let go, let go!"
"You dare to come out and make a living with such little skills?" Qin dynasty chuckled and increased the strength of his hand.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Di Liu felt a piercing pain in his bones, and he couldn't help but scream in pain. The surrounding hooligans were so scared that their faces turned pale. One by one, they looked at the man in front of them in horror.
"What are you all standing there for? Damn it, hurry up and save me!" When Di Liu saw that the hooligans under him were all scared silly, he couldn't help but scold them.
"Yes, hurry up and save Brother Six!"
"Damn it, let go!"
"Kill him!"
A group of hoodlums immediately rushed forward, scrambling to chop Qin Chao's head and snatch the credit in front of Brother Six.
"Everyone, hide behind me." Luo Yufeng quickly formed a triangle with the guards and Qin dynasty, protecting everyone in the center. He wasn't afraid of fighting more than one person, because with so many hooligans, even if there was a sea of people, they were all trash in his eyes.
However, because Linlin and the others were behind him, he was afraid that these people would be hurt unnecessarily, so protecting them was the most important thing.
As for Luo Zhentian, he threw away his military coat and took two steps out.
"Old man, what are you doing?"
Luo Zhentian's action was so scary that Wang Suhong was shocked.
"Old? I'm not old yet! " Luo Zhentian laughed, clenched his fist, and said, "I'm the dignified King of Killers of the Independent Regiment. If I can't even deal with a few hooligans, how can I face my brothers when I go down!"
With that, the old man waved his fist and cleanly sent the hooligan in front of him flying.
The hooligan's nose was bleeding, and he was lying on the ground, groaning.
Luo Zhentian shook his fist and said with a smile, "They're all a group of trash who have been hollowed out by wine and women. If I were 20 years younger, I could have smashed his face with this punch. "
Everyone was speechless.
"Uncle is indeed a treasured sword that hasn't aged!"
Sun Xueyuan's eyes were full of admiration. The old man was already more than 60 years old, but he was still so agile. Looking at himself, he was so young, but he had become a waste.
Even Wang Suhong looked at her husband in a different way.
"Hehehe, that's for sure." Luo Zhentian's face was filled with pride, "Dealing with these hooligans is a piece of cake. Look at my flying kick! "
With that, the old man kicked one of the hooligans in the chest.
The hooligan immediately fell to the ground. Before everyone could admire him, Luo Zhentian suddenly pressed his waist, and his face was covered with cold sweat.
"Aiya … My, my waist … My waist is twisted."
Qin Dynasty was covered in cold sweat. In the end, he was an old man, and his body was still weak.
He grabbed Di Liu's leg and lifted him up. Like a human stick, Di Liu danced in the air.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Heavy crashing sounds rang out. Those hooligans were all sent flying by Di Liu's body.
Di Liu was knocked silly in a short while, and his eyes were filled with little stars.
This Qin Chao made full use of his body, hitting left and right, very happy. Moreover, the most sinister thing about Qin Dynasty was that he pressed a layer of primordial energy on Di Liu's body. In this way, although Di Liu was in pain, he would not be injured. The other hooligans who were hit by Di Liu were not so lucky. As if they were hit by an iron rod, their bones were broken, and blood splattered everywhere. They fell to the ground.
What was the feeling of being hit by a metal baseball bat? Their bones were broken, and they could not get up for a long time.
In a short while, the ground was filled with hooligans groaning. Although they had a lot of people, the weapons in their hands were too short. Whether it was a kitchen knife or a pickaxe, none of them were as long as Di Liu's body.
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