"Viagra? Haha, is it back to him? Indian magic oil? Since you know who is the real master, it's easy to deal with it. Boy, call out your Viagra and let's talk in person." Li Ji waited for his words, pressed the recording pen in his pocket, ended the recording, slowly straightened up, and suddenly awe-inspiring divine light shot out from his eyes, and his momentum suddenly changed. He stared at the little hooligan like a tiger rushing to eat, and laughed wildly.

"You..." The little hooligan didn't expect that he would suddenly become so arrogant. He was forced by his aura and could not help but take a step back. However, his own group of brothers were watching, and so many people were surrounding him, but they were still scared by him. His face couldn't help but feel a little confused. "□□, I'm still so arrogant when I die. I still want to talk to us Viagra? Talking about your head, fuck him!" The little hooligan roared angrily, waving the steel pipe in his hand and was about to pounce on it, but after a step, he found that the brothers around him did not respond, and they were still standing in place, looking at the left and right around in horror.

"Why are you still standing there? Come on for me." The little gangster roared at his brothers, suddenly raised his head, and his body immediately shuddered, and his footsteps were also frozen there, and he didn't dare to move any more.

I saw that in front of me and behind me, forty or fifty people had already surrounded them in black, surrounding them, standing quietly in the night. Each of them was a young man with fierce spirits, each of whom was over 1.8 meters tall, holding sticks made of pure steel, and staring at them with disdain in their eyes, just like a group of lions looking at a few weak sheep. Not to mention anything else, just this calm and sturdy aura was enough to crush them psychologically.

The little hooligan's body shivered, and the steps that had already taken had immediately shrank back. He looked around in horror. How dare he pounce forward?[

"Haha, aren't you going to fuck me? Come on, why don't you come?" Li Ji took out a cigarette slowly and lit it. He took a deep breath, spit out a thick smoke, grinned at the little hooligan and smiled. The smile fell into the little hooligan's eyes, which looked particularly gloomy and terrifying, just like the smirk in front of the man-eating demon who came out of hell.

"Ah? You, who are you?" The little hooligan reacted at this time and asked with a thorn intent.

"I am your grandfather! Take action!" Li Ji shouted angrily, and ran over with two big steps. The little hooligan just raised the steel pipe to hit, but Li Ji grabbed it. When he lifted his legs, he was a pussy foot, which directly supported him more than a meter away. He couldn't even get up even if he lay on the ground.

A "bang" sounded in unison, and the sound of forty or fifty sticks shook at the same time was neat and uniform, just like the crisp big whip that the coachman in the past swung. The brothers next to them had already been in groups of five and ten people, and they rushed over silently but solemnly. A beautiful cut interspersed, and they had already circled these little gangsters who could only fight with the wind into several small gangs. The sticks were swung up and hit the body, making a "bang" sound. They did not need to show mercy to deal with these little gangsters who did all the bad things. As long as they were not beaten to death, they would be punished as much as possible.
Chapter completed!