"Get back and stay calm, there's nothing you can do." Xiao Ping's head pointed at them and shouted angrily. The bad men and women immediately retracted their necks, and they didn't even dare to look at them, for fear of causing anger.

"Our ancestors, you dare to smash my shop. You are so brave." Zhou Zheng was about to go crazy. He pointed at Xiaoping's head and cursed, took out a Mongolian slash from the counter, and slashed towards Xiaoping's head with one knife. He had been rampant on this street for six or seven years. How could he have suffered such a big loss?

Xiao Pingtou smiled coldly, flexibly avoided, grabbed his wrist, pulled him out, pulled him out and threw him on the ground, kicking him hard in the stomach.

With a dull "bang", Zhou Zheng lay there, his mouth full of blood, and he bent like a shrimp, and he could no longer stand up.

At this time, there were crowds of people outside, and more than a dozen untidy men rushed over, holding swords, guns, sticks and rods in their hands, and rushed into the house.[

"No one left, all of them are piled up." Xiao Pingtou shouted angrily, and kicked it out through the glass door with bare hands.

The one-centimeter-thick glass door was kicked to pieces by him, and the rest was endless. Through the meniscus of the thick man in the center of the door, there was a crisp "bang" sound, and the meniscus was kicked to pieces by this fierce kick. The guy couldn't help but lie forward, and he had already faced the punch that Ma Tao swung, and was in the middle of his eyebrows. Without saying a word, he had bleeding from his nose and fell there.

The other young men roared angrily, and only a neat "bang" sound was heard. Each of them opened a steel stick. In groups of three, they rushed out like a tiger that had already fallen down the mountain.

The hooligans Zhou Zhengyang were quite inferior to those of Zhao Weiguo. They only knew how to shake their arms and bright tattoos to scare some young students. How could they be the opponents of these young people who specialize in martial arts? They were all put on the ground in just a few strokes. However, a group of young people were ruthless and ruthless. They would still beat them even if they lay down. They swung the stick and slapped them hard, slashed them hard, and even if they were hit in a thick place, they could throw their skin and flesh off. In an instant, blood flowed all over the ground.

"Don't, stop beating..." Zhou Zheng in the room was so scared that he was so scared that he didn't expect that six against fifteen would pile up his subordinates so easily, and he was so cruel. Where did they come from?

"Go to you!" Xiao Pingtou, who was standing in front of the glass door with his arms held, looked at his subordinates who were cruelly tortured the bastards with expressionless expression. When he saw Zhou Zheng standing up shakingly, his eyes turned and turned around to have a high whip leg, his legs were so beautiful. Fortunately, Zhou Zheng was born in the martial arts world and had two strokes under his hands. Subconsciously blocked his arm. With a "click", his arm was kicked off on the spot and hit the bar. He also knocked a huge bag on his head. Fortunately, this guy's nerves were tough enough, so he didn't faint. He just hugged his arms, and blood foam was flowing in his mouth. He looked at the group of evil spirits in front of him and beat his subordinates to death. He never dared to stand up or speak again.
Chapter completed!