(I just realized that my brother-in-law is not that easy to be a good person. I almost got drunk last night. I still feel a little dizzy and uploaded it a little late. I hope my brothers will understand. There is another update to be delivered later!!!)
The little flat head is not tall, half a shorter than Zhou Chenlai, but his figure is very burly. The raised muscles make people know at a glance that he is not a person who is easy to mess with. On the other hand, Zhou Chen is weak and can tell at a glance that he is the scum with a combat power of less than five. Originally, the two were not of the same level, not to mention that the little flat head is holding a steel pipe, and the gap between the two immediately widened a lot again.
Among the hundreds of people watching nearby, none of them looked at Zhou Chen. Many people looked even more pity in their eyes when they looked at Zhou Chen. However, they could already imagine the tragic fate of the young man. Although they felt even more compassionate, even if the executive with his small flat head raised his hand and greeted Zhou Chen's kneecap, no one stood up to help Zhou Chen. Pity was pity, but letting them forcefully help Zhou Chen, that was another thing.
These people are all fierce and evil, obviously not good people. If they dare to interfere in this matter, these people may have been dealt with together.
"Looking for death!!!" Zhou Chen's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he shouted coldly, and he directly poked out his hand. The small flat head attacked very quickly, but Zhou Chen's speed was faster. He directly grabbed the other end of the steel pipe that was quickly chopped down. Xiao Pingtou really didn't expect that the weak scholar in front of him who was powerless and had such ability. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned. At this moment, the right hand holding the steel pipe felt a huge force coming from the other end of the steel pipe, and there was no time to react. The steel pipe in his hand immediately came out.
It's not Zhou Chen's surname, he took away the steel pipe from Xiao Pingtou's hand, and waved it hard, and the sound of "cracking" the bone breaking sounded. At the same time, it was accompanied by Xiao Pingtou's shrill screams, which came without being rude. Since this Xiao Pingtou wanted to break his kneecap, Zhou Chen naturally used his teeth to fight the teeth and directly smashed the two kneecaps of the small flat head. This is not an ordinary crushing fracture, but a complete shattering. Both kneecaps have been turned into powder. Even the superb medical technology in today's society is basically impossible to cure. Even if there is really a way to cure it, the medical expenses must be
With hundreds of millions of Chinese coins, such a high medical expenses cannot be paid by a gangster like Xiao Pingtou. As Zhu Debiao's second only to Zhu Debiao's group, Xiao Pingtou's income is still good. He can get 20,000 or 30,000 yuan a month. This income is not bad compared to ordinary gold-collar workers, but it is absolutely impossible to ask him to take out hundreds of millions of dollars. Not to mention a huge sum of millions, even hundreds of thousands, Xiao Pingtou can't afford it. Although this gangster like them receives a lot of money every month, gangsters like them spend a lot of money every month. They treat guests and drink from time to time, and look for princesses, and they can't save a few money in a month.
If no miracle happens in this life, the wheelchair will accompany his lower body!!!
After two sticks smashed the kneecap of the small flat head, Zhou Chen was not ready to let him go, and kicked him directly on the abdomen of the small flat head. In an instant, the small flat head soared up, jumped several meters away, and then hit the road hard. With a "crack!!!", several more ribs were broken. He had just experienced a severe injury and immediately suffered such a heavy blow again, but he could no longer bear the piercing pain. When his eyes were dark, he fainted. This was also a blessing in disgrace. At least he didn't have to do the piercing pain again.
It seemed like it was very long, but in fact, it all happened in an instant. Everyone hadn't understood it yet. The small flat head had been taken away by Zhou Chen, smashed the kneecap and kicked it to the ground.
Looking at the little flat head that was lying on the ground without knowing life and death, the people around him looked at Zhou Chen with disbelief. One of them was tall and the other was weak. No matter who it was, they would think that Zhou Chen was not the opponent of the little flat head, but Zhou Chen put down the little flat head in the blink of an eye. This was not the most surprised by everyone, and the last kick was the most surprised.
Although the little flat head is not tall, just a little over 1.7 meters tall, he is quite burly. His weight is at least about 15 yuan, but such a big man was kicked out, and the distance is not far, at least five meters.
It’s scary to think about it. He is a big man weighing more than 150, not those sandbags weighing a few pounds. Ordinary people, not to mention being able to kick out so far, or being able to kick the small flat head down with one kick, that’s already very powerful.
Kicking a big man five meters away with one kick wouldn't be a big deal if it was put in a movie, but this is the real world, not a movie. If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, I'm afraid no one would believe it was true.
This young man was not the legendary martial arts master, right? Unconsciously, a thought surged in everyone's heart. When they looked at Zhou Chen, they couldn't help but show a hint of awe. This was awe of the strong.
The people around were shocked, and Zhu Debiao and others were also shocked. Their eyes were full of horror. They knew that the little flat head was powerful. The five or six big men were not his opponents at all. Among them, the one who could be more stable than the little flat head was the boss Zhu Debiao. The others, even the most powerful bamboo man, dared not say that he could be more stable than the little flat head, but the little flat head, whose combat power was among the top three, was beaten to death in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, Zhu Debiao couldn't help but complain in his heart that Fu Jianchen came. This is what you call an ordinary high school teacher. An ordinary high school teacher has such a powerful skill and will be so cruel. You can fool the ghost. This man knew at a glance that he was a master with many battles. Zhu Debiao even had the idea of leaving. Of course, he was strangled in the cradle these days. If he just went back like this, he would be embarrassed and betrayed his little brother in front of him and was beaten to death. He is the boss, but he doesn't care. Who else dares to follow him in the future? Secondly, he took Fu Jianchen and Fu Da Jun 200,000, and later agreed to give him 200,000. Not to mention the 400,000 he didn't want to spit out the 400,000 at all. If he just went back like this, Fu Jianchen wouldn't spare him easily.
Although his small group is doing well, he is quite famous in the entire Dongcheng District, but he has no comparable surname to those big families, not to mention that the Fu family is considered to be the top-notch big family in the entire Dongcheng District. If these big families want to deal with him, it is like playing. He still has this self-knowledge.
"Boy, I didn't expect you to have such skills. I took a look at it a little. Now I will give you another chance, pay back the 200,000 yuan owed to me, get 200,000 yuan in the soup and medicine, and then break your legs. This is all. Otherwise, hum." Although Zhu Debiao has seen Zhou Chen's power, even he has no confidence in defeating Zhou Chen in just one's skills. After all, the previous scene was too horrible. Although he was sure to defeat Xiao Pingtou, he could never do it like Zhou Chen, even if he underestimated the enemy, he still had the same confidence in winning. It was not a competition here, but one-on-one fight was not popular. Besides, the gangsters like them like to do the most is to beat them.
Although the boy in front of him was extraordinary, Zhu Debiao didn't believe that he had so many people, he could not deal with this boy anymore, and he even beat the master to death with random punches. No matter how powerful this boy was, could he still defeat ten?
When Zhou Chen heard this, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. He thought he was, the Hongjun Daozu who had passed on his three friends, was the saint of Hunyuan who was immortal. A mere ignorant of life and death, he dared to break his legs by himself. He really didn't know what he was. What an identity Zhou Chen is, the reincarnation of the ancient Daluo Golden Immortal, even if he no longer had the terrifying cultivation level of his previous life at this time, the pride of being the number one person below the saint made him unable to lose without a fight even if he faced the saint of Hunyuan who was immortal.
The unconcealed disdain and contempt in Zhou Chen's eyes were seen in a slight veil by Zhu Debiao. Zhu Debiao was instantly angry, "Boy, don't toast or eat or punish the wine. If I let me do it myself, it won't be so cheap then."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Chen didn't say anything, just a steel pipe in his hand, Zhu Debiao, who was far away from the meter, was self-evident.