On Dafei's side, both of his younger brothers were dead, and there were three foreigners left besides himself.

A gentle and gentle person with a metal box in his hand. Looking at his gold-rimmed glasses, he should be an accountant in charge of money. The remaining two people were tall and big, with bulging muscles, and they almost couldn't hold their vests. They must be thugs or bodyguards.

"It's you, you're not a student."

Dafei recognized Zhou Xingxing, raised his gun and threw the pistol at him in a hurry.

Bang!

"oops!"

Cao Dahua was unfortunately shot and had a big bag bulge on his forehead.

"Ajie, come first."

Huang Sir waved his hand and asked the youngest Liao Wenjie to choose one first.

When he was young, the No. 20 person could not get close to him, so he made his reputation with his foot with his life-threatening scissors. Although he is old and has sprained his foot due to a car overturn, it doesn't matter if he really wants to fight.

"Well, I'll choose...it's him."

Liao Wenjie pointed and finally chose the accountant.

"Ajie, it's better to leave this guy to me to deal with it."

Cao Dahua raised his hand and called to stop, and said seriously: "You are still young and don't know the dangers of the world. This ghost guy is gloomy and he looks like a ruthless character. You can't play with him."

"Uh, I'm fine, just be happy."

Four to four, Liao Wenjie and Zhou Xingxing faced two muscle-strong men, Huang Sir faced Dafei, and the accountant was chosen by Cao Dahua.

“Boy,ce on!”

The strong white man shook his neck and put on a standard boxing posture. His eyes looked at Liao Wenjie with a very contemptuous look.

The mental state is as follows: white and clean, weak and can be ridden, this is stable.

Liao Wenjie shrugged, and did not show any stance, and walked straight towards the white man.

It doesn't matter if you haven't learned fighting and can't fight. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to exert force. He has passive skills, and the game is over.

"hehe……"

Seeing Liao Wenjie approaching without any precaution, the white man's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and he tapped his left hand to flick his fist, and at the same time, his right hook was ready to go, and he ejected quickly.

Bang!

The powerful and powerful fist hit Liao Wenjie's cheek directly. Two seconds later, the smile in the white man's eyes gradually disappeared.

Liao Wenjie's expression remained unchanged, and his eyelids did not blink. He raised his hand and patted the fist in front of him, and raised his chin slightly: "I want to hit someone with such a little strength, don't you eat?"

The white man's fist is strong, but in terms of his tricky and ruthlessness and fist speed, he is completely different from the Muay Thai man.

This kind of fist is not something Liao Wenjie boasts himself. He can keep the white strong man alive to death.

The unwilling white strong man punched again. Like the Muay Thai man, he fisted his full strength and had a fierce attack. He wanted to end the battle in a wave, so he would not give Liao Wenjie a chance to breathe.

Liao Wenjie did not respond because he didn't need it, his fist was lightly as if he was brushing his feathers by. He would lose if he gave him some reaction.

No, itchy.

After about ten punches, Liao Wenjie remained motionless. Feng Qingyun's calm posture scared the strong white man. He took two steps back and his eyes gradually drifted.

Looks ready to run away.

"Ajie, hurry up, you're just silly, are you in love with the ghost guy?"

Huang Sir shouted beside him, his nose was blue and swollen under his feet, and he was doubting the flying life.

One thing to say is that Dafei is good at fist and kicking. He has made double flower red sticks for people before, and one hits five.

But who is Huang Sir? Dafei is like this. Not to mention twisting his feet, even if he tied his feet together, Dafei is not his opponent.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Zhou Xingxing stopped his feet and his opponent leaned down to the ground.

Two of them have ended in the four singles matches. Except for Liao Wenjie being beaten, Cao Dahua is the same. He was beaten by a gentle accountant and couldn't find him.

"Uncle Da is so powerful. He can see through the dangers of the world at a glance. He is ashamed of himself and ashamed of himself."

Liao Wenjie sighed and turned around and his opponent pulled out a steel stick from the car and set off again.

"The guy on the other side, do you want to help?"

Zhou Xingxing kindly proposed, worried that Liao Wenjie would be injured.

That night, Liao Wenjie and the Muay Thai man fought one-on-one. When he arrived, he only saw the Muay Thai man huddled in the corner and was beaten. He didn't know how much Liao Wenjie weighed.

He only heard Cao Dahua say that Liao Wenjie is very good at fighting. How can he fight? Cao Dahua hesitated and could beat until he got a bottle of wine.

"It's okay, I can handle it."

Liao Wenjie took a deep breath, concentrated his energy and mobilized his mind. In an instant, his ears and eyes were clear, and his nerves were more than three points faster.

"drink!"

The white man held a steel stick and smashed it down with both hands. Liao Wenjie saw it and his body deflected with his toes as the axis. While dodging, he also came to the other party.

He learned to sell it now, and his left fist fist fist frightened and his fist that frightened the white man so much that he subconsciously closed his eyes.

Bang!

A slap on the face was very light.

The next second, the weak ribs in the waist and abdomen were pierced and the heart was hurt. Liao Wenjie stole the horse and hit the right hook steadily.

The pain swept through, and the white man's hands were sore and numb, and the steel pipes he held were falling off his hands.

Liao Wenjie was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He copied the steel pipe in the air and slapped it hard at the white man.

Bang!!

After a muffled voice, the white man knelt on the ground with his legs in his arms and moaned in depression.

Liao Wenjie took advantage of the victory and slapped the man's shoulder and neck with one stick. Then he threw away the iron stick, hugged the man's head with both hands, pushed his knees hard, and hit his face three times in a row.

At this point, except for Cao Dahua's side, all three single-game matches have ended.

"Li, stop, hold on!"

Because of the distance between their strength, Cao Dahua was beaten by the accountant and ran away in a hurry, and finally they turned into two people running around the car.

To be honest, Cao Dahua's shooting skills are still OK. Above the average, he is a bit inferior in his fist and foot skills, and he is at the same level as Dafei's club.

As for the accountant, he was just gentle and after taking off his gold-rimmed glasses, his fists and feet were extremely fast. If Cao Dahua had not been undercover for many years and had practiced the ability to run away on his body, he would have been beaten to become the second leader.

"Uncle Da is good at it, at least his legs and feet are very flexible."

"Yes, I was not as fast as him when I was young."

Liao Wenjie and Huang Sir were talking sarcastic. Zhou Xingxing picked up the metal box and opened it, and it was full of beautiful knives.

"Okay, I'll get the stolen goods, this trip tonight has not been in vain."

Huang Sir took out a US knife and bounced it, confirmed that it was real money, and asked Zhou Xingxing to take care of it. If one was missing, he would ask him.

When Zhou Xingxing heard this, he hurriedly took back the knife from Sir Huang and stuffed it into the box.

Liao Wenjie: "..."

As a pure passerby, he just wants to say that if he was Zhou Xingxing's boss, he would definitely let him go as far as he could, and it would be best to lie undercover all his life.

"Ajie, I think you have good skills in hard qigong. Why are you so weak in fists and feet and not even able to hit people?"

Huang Sir glanced at Cao Dahua who was still running away, turned to ask Liao Wenjie: "How did you practice kung fu? Isn't the thin skin and tender flesh like an expert in horizontal kung fu practice?"

"If you practice blindly, just think about it alone."

Liao Wenjie said modestly: "I have been handsome since I was a child, and it is common for me to be jealous of others. Therefore, I got beaten a lot, so I just practiced some fighting against beating."

"Just resist the beating?"

"Yes, I heard that learning martial arts is to strengthen your body, not to fight with others."

"Ajie, you are so kind! This society is very complicated. If you don't provoke others, it doesn't mean that others won't bully you. Especially if you are so handsome, you must learn to protect yourself!"
Chapter completed!