Those niggas don't care whether Zhuo Yifan and Ryan have brain problems. If they don't eat the fat meat delivered to their door, then they are really in trouble. At that moment, someone came to his senses and pulled out the stick from his waist.
Following the machete, they rushed towards Zhuo Yifan and Ryan.
"***, I didn't expect you two brats to have the guts to come back! I asked you to run away before. I'm here to help you bleed now!" One of the niggas roared angrily, using the one-foot-long machete.
He greeted Zhuo Yifan over his shoulder.
Zhuo Yifan did not show any signs of dodge. Instead, he stood motionless on the spot, his eyes calm, like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples. However, seeing the seriousness of the nigger in this scene, he thought that he was completely frightened.
Stupid, became Ren Zi
A slaughtered lamb. Thinking in his mind that Zhuo Yifan would have to remove at least one of his arms after this knife strike, the nigger was particularly excited. The bloody light burst out from his eyes, as if he had seen Zhuo Yifan.
Fan was already bleeding and fell under his own knife.
It's a pity that the ideal is very full, but the reality is too skinny. The nigger was in the excitement and pride a second ago, but then he found that his right hand holding the machete suddenly stiffened, and he could no longer cut it.
At this time, the blade was only less than an inch away from Zhuo Yifan's shoulder. The black man was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little confused. But he soon widened his eyes and showed a ghostly look on his face.
. Not only him, but all the big black men who rushed to the side were stunned by what they saw in front of them.
The reason why the gleaming blade was blocked from falling was entirely because of two fingers. No one would believe that Zhuo Yifan, a seemingly thin Chinese man, could actually clamp this man with two fingers.
The big nigger slashed with all his might, even without blushing or breathing.
His expression was still as cold as water. What's even more exaggerated is that those two fingers were like a pair of pliers, biting the blade tightly, making it impossible for the nigger to move at all. What kind of force was this?
?Something you can do with just two fingers?
Just when everyone was stunned for a moment, an even more incredible scene happened. Everyone's expressions suddenly became wonderful.
It turned out that Zhuo Yifan's two fingers holding the blade moved. After slowly turning in one direction, the steel blade actually followed those two fingers, twisted and was bent.
The big black man holding the machete widened his eyes, and his mouth was so big that he could almost swallow one of his fists. Suddenly he felt that his hand was empty, and Zhuo Yifan had already washed away his machete effortlessly.
He casually threw it on the ground aside.
"Kung Fu, this guy knows Chinese Kung Fu. I've seen it on TV!" At this moment, one of the niggas suddenly reacted and looked at Zhuo Yifan as if he had seen a ghost, panicking.
He yelled loudly. Obviously, this nigger regarded Zhuo Yifan as a hero in those Chinese martial arts movies who could fly over walls and walls, and kill people from a distance with just one slap!
"You, what do you want to do?" Seeing Zhuo Yifan and Ryan walking upstairs step by step, all the big black men looked surprised and uncertain.
Zhuo Yifan and Ryan had no time to deal with these little guys. The former went directly upstairs, while the latter knocked out all the dozen black men downstairs as quickly as possible, and then locked the bar directly.
Chapter completed!