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Chapter 241: The Chinese Have No Cowards

Zhao Fanchen was thrown to the ground by Hongyi. He felt the blood and blood in his chest surging violently. The pain in his body was already a little numb, his whole body was sore, and his throat became sweet, and he couldn't help but see a trace of blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth.

Blood dripped along the corner of his mouth on the table, and a sudden burst of turbulent abdomen was rumbling. A severe pain instantly spread throughout his body, and it hurt like the pain was as uncomfortable as the intestines in his stomach were stirred together.

Hong Yi's subordinates and those who were afraid of the world's chaos all went crazy after seeing Zhao Fanchen being thrown by Hong Yi's back! They were all crazy about their cute cohabitation relationship! They were excited and blushed and shouted. Countless people pointed at Zhao Fanchen and rushed forward, shouting sternly, "Kill him! Kill him! Hong Yijun, kill him! Kill this kid! Twist his neck! Twist his neck..."

These boiling sounds from the outside world came into Zhao Fanchen's ears, and there was a little blurry distortion. Zhao Fanchen could only hear some sounds in a vague way. His eyes were a little dissipated and his eyesight was blocked by blood. He saw that the faces of the people below the stage became ferocious, and even gradually distorted and deformed in the air. The sounds from the outside seemed to be far away to Zhao Fanchen. He tried hard to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, but the blood was still flowing, and the sounds from the outside had become blurred in the distance.

With great efforts to open his eyelids, Zhao Fanchen could only vaguely see blood from the corner of Hongyi's mouth. This was a hideous and bloodthirsty smile, and slowly walked towards Zhao Fanchen step by step. Then, Zhao Fanchen wanted to get up and twisted his neck hard. He saw that in the noisy and chaotic stage, Mr. Xiong was sitting there, his face was silent, his mouth was tightly pursed, his fists tightly clenched the armrest of the chair, and his sharp eyes stared at Zhao Fanchen lying on the ground. However, Zhao Fanchen immediately saw these people, these familiar faces were getting farther and farther away from him, and their voices became blurred in his ears.

"Stand up? Brother Xiaofan, stand up, you can't fall down, you can't fall in front of the Japanese?" Behind Master Xiong, all the strong young men coaxed their eyes, their faces flushed, and they shouted at me.

These guys looked excited, all staring at Zhao Fanchen lying on the stage with nervous expressions. Some were even more anxious. Then Zhao Fanchen felt a hand pushing him hard. When he turned his head, he saw Robin rushing to the stage. He was sweating heavily, with red eyes, and tried hard to slap the floor on the stage, shouting excitedly. Unfortunately, what was he shouting? Zhao Fanchen heard the sounds a little blurred. The excited and manic crowds under the stage were even more crazy at this time. Their noisy sounds fell into Zhao Fanchen's ears, and it seemed that they had turned into a "buzzing" sound, which shocked his head and kept trembling.

At this moment, Zhao Fanchen's agility in practicing boxing over the years has once again played out the effect. Although others were thrown a little dizzy, when danger came, he still felt it keenly and reacted subconsciously. Zhao Fanchen saw a foot that had appeared in front of him quickly. It was Hongyi. He raised his foot and wanted to step on Zhao Fanchen's head. At this critical moment, Zhao Fanchen felt alert and dodged first and rolled out on the stage. Bang, Hongyi's foot trembled suddenly. Zhao Fanchen fell to the ground when he was thrown out by Hongyi. The bones in his body seemed to be severely sore. He wanted to struggle to stand up, but he tried several times but couldn't do it.

I saw Hong slowly walking towards Zhao Fanchen with the samurai knife in his hand, with a grim smile on his face. At this moment, the guy's voice was clearly heard in Zhao Fanchen's ears: "Cowards, you are all useless cowards, cowards, are you just the ability? If you have the ability, stand up and cut off my neck? Come on? I said I want to kill you, and I will definitely kill you. I will use this knife to cut off your throat until I see your blood flowing dry?"

"Brother Xiaofan, get up quickly?? Quickly?" The young and strong men behind Mr. Xiong were all red in their eyes, shouting desperately to Zhao Fanchen.

"Hongichijun, slaughter him, use the family's samurai sword to cut his neck and cut his neck?" Some of Hongichi's subordinates and the Americans in the gang were shouting loudly?

Hongyi sneered, stared at Zhao Fanchen lying on the ground, then raised the samurai sword in his hand and smiled sarcastically at Zhao Fanchen: "After all, you are cowards, cowards, cowards?"

At this moment, Zhao Fanchen, who was lying on the ground, finally woke up. He looked at Hongyi's hideous face, and Hongyi's words just echoed in his mind: "Coward?? Are you a coward?? Coward?"

Just as Hong Yi raised the dagger in his hand and wanted to assassinate Zhao Fanchen's throat, his body suddenly stiffened in the air, and his whole body suddenly stiffened. The corners of his eyes were beating violently, his face changed instantly, and his hand suddenly stiffened in the air and could not move. His face was extremely painful, and a crisp sound of broken bones came from the back of his body.

Seeing this guy's movements stiff in the air, his face changed suddenly, and his face was a little distorted and deformed. Zhao Fanchen realized that the opportunity had come. The kick that had kicked Hongyi in his heart finally played a role. This kick was a heavy hand, and he kept giving in to it was accumulating momentum. When he raised his body just now, Zhao Fanchen's previous kick had already cracked his spine. Hongyi's move just now happened to make the bone cracks on his spine increase at one time. I am a big star.

Just when he was not allowed to break this moment, Zhao Fanchen, who was lying on the ground, suddenly jumped out like a fish jumping out of the water, and his body jumped up from the platform.

At this moment, Hongyi's eyes suddenly shrank. He wanted to take action, but just now, the kick left by Zhao Fanchen in his heart made Hongyi's movement stiff and slower. It was still too late to stop Zhao Fanchen. No one had any chance. The knife in his hand stabbed the sky. Zhao Fanchen jumped up and suddenly a strong chill appeared in Hongyi's heart. At this moment, one hand of Zhao Fanchen, who was bounced up from the ground, had already grabbed Hongyi's back neck. When the other hand jumped up, he had already made a very special move. His right hand was clenched into a fist shape and his middle finger was protruding. This was a must-have trick. Generally, Zhao Fanchen would never use it easily.

He grabbed the hand on the back of Hongyi's neck, and with this force, he took Zhao Fanchen's body and jumped to Hongyi in an instant. With a swish, a crisp sound of broken bones came.

When Zhao Fanchen was leaping up, his right fist hit Hongyi's Adam's apple hard. Hongyi's Adam's apple was directly shattered by Zhao Fanchen's completely protruding middle finger, and a large piece of his Adam's apple sank.

"Ah?" A last wail broke out, heart-wrenching. His body trembled suddenly, and then the warrior knife in his hand fell to the ground. His arms were spreading hard, as if trying to struggle backwards. He suddenly covered his already sunken Adam's apple with his hands. It was completely broken. However, before he finished his movement, his body had fallen backwards. When he fell to the ground, he kept spraying blood out. Then he saw that his throat covered with his hands was also spraying blood out differently. His hands could not cover him at all, and his whole body was already twitching!

No one expected that the situation would reverse so quickly in an instant, and the situation would take a sharp turn. Hongyi was actually smashed by Zhao Fanchen's move and collapsed on the platform with a bang. He covered the Adam's apple tightly with his hands, and his body was trembling and twitching.

At the moment when Hongyi fell down, when he was struggling on the stage and pulling out, this sudden change instantly made the screams and shouts that were almost boiling in the audience were cut off by an invisible scissors! Almost at this moment, the whole audience fell into a dead silence. The noise just now all the audience was silent. Those who wanted to shout, the boss who opened their mouths could not make any sounds, as if their Adam's apple was also cut off in an instant. Everyone in the audience was stunned and stared at everything that happened on the stage. No one dared to make any sound.

After Zhao Fanchen landed on the ground, he slowly stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Hongyi was not dead at this time. He wanted to speak, but his Adam's apple was shattered by Zhao Fanchen and could not make a sound at all. His whole body was still twitching, and his fingers covering his neck were constantly gushing out. He struggled desperately to get up, but he couldn't do it after trying for several years. He just stared at Zhao Fanchen with unwilling eyes and hatred.

Zhao Fanchen slowly walked to Hongyi's side. At this time, everyone in the audience looked at Zhao Fanchen with surprise. The Japanese wanted to rush up, but were immediately blocked by the strong boys behind Xiong. Zhao Fanchen turned his head and saw that many people's faces were full of shock. Hongyi's subordinates were red with their eyes, with unwillingness and shameful expressions. They held the guy in their hands tightly. Zhao Fanchen twisted Hongyi's hair and looked at him.

Just now, Hongyi was still arrogant and shouting that he wanted to kill him, and those American gangsters who wanted to mess up the water roared: "Are you mute? Didn't you shout just now? Didn't you say you wanted to kill me? Didn't you all want to see how Hongyi cut my throat? Scream! Keep shouting! Don't you want to kill me? Come? Come on? Come on? Are you all fucking scared? "

Then Zhao Fanchen stared at Hongyi's subordinates and asked, "Why don't you talk anymore? Do you want me to kill him? Is it? Talk, do you want me to kill him? You are talking fuckingly!"
Chapter completed!
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