Yan Murong was really unjust. Is this move obscene? It was indeed obscene. However, at that time, he was holding a person with one hand and hitting him on the back of the head with the other hand. Both hands were busy, and there happened to be another gangster.
After hitting his companion on the head with a stick, when he was about to retreat, there was a space between his legs, so Yan Murong simply kicked him in his place.
The rules of the arena? Those are for people in the arena. Yan Murong is not a person in the arena, so he doesn’t care about the rules of the arena ----- You are going to hit me with a stick, so what if I kick your little brother?
"Tell me, what's the matter?" Yan Murong wiped the blood on the hand of the man whose head had been smashed by his companion just now on the shoulder of the one with sore balls, and then looked at the scar and the chaff that had been removed.
Zheng Xiao, who seemed to be leaning against the wall and shivering, asked -----The smile on his face remained unchanged, smiling harmlessly, as if nothing had happened just now.
But in the eyes of Scar and Zheng Xiao, his smile was the smile of a devil - from the start to the end when the unlucky kid covered his balls and collapsed with a purple face, it only took about ten seconds.
, what can you do in ten seconds? Even some early comrades have to move for at least a minute or two, right? You can't conquer a woman in ten seconds. Even if you throw money at it, women will not feel pleasure.
It was impossible to cooperate and scream twice - but Yan Murong succeeded. He successfully conquered four men in more than ten seconds.
"I-----" Scar wanted to say something, but when he reached his mouth, he realized that his throat was stuck - facing the demon in front of him, he couldn't say anything.
"Are you sick?" Yan Murong glanced at Scar and started moving his body again. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Scar. He stretched out one hand and grabbed Scar's shoulder.
Although Scar was scared, at least he was someone who had fought and cut people before. After a brief panic, he rolled sideways like a lazy ass regardless of whether the action looked good or not.
Yan Murong didn't expect that the other party could avoid his grasp. After a moment of surprise, he turned around, turned sideways and kicked Scar in the butt.
"boom"
There was a muffled sound, and Scar's butt was instantly imprinted with the footprints of a sneaker. The number 41 could even be seen in the clear mud mark on Scar's butt.
Scar felt the pain coming from his butt. After rolling on the ground a few times, he didn't have time to cover his butt and scream twice. He jumped up, then ----- then dropped the steel pipe in his hand and ran out of the alley.
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Seeing Scar running away so mercilessly, Zheng Xiao was angry and scared. He was angry that Scar, a bastard, left him alone and ran away, and he didn't even care about his brother lying on the ground.
What I'm afraid of is that - the only ones standing in this alley now are myself and the guy in front of me who looks harmless when he smiles, but is vicious when he moves his hands.
Although the daily life in the wine pool and the meat forest did not make Zheng Xiao fat like a pig, he was almost exhausted by the wine and sex. It was difficult to have a fight with a woman in bed, and there was no chance of winning in a fight with a strong man like Yan Murong.
So, Zheng Xiao picked up the steel rod that a gangster dropped at his feet, screamed strangely to encourage himself, and rushed over thinking of Yan Murong.
It was getting closer, getting closer. Suddenly, when Zheng Shuang was approaching Yan Murong, Scholar Scar's movements just now were like a lazy donkey rolling - yes, he now really hopes that Yan Murong will do the same.
Kick him on the butt - it would be best to kick him out of the alley, at least the butt will hurt instead of the whole body.
The lazy donkey rolled and succeeded. Zheng Xiao was very excited because his first move was successful.
"Kick me, kick me quickly." He shouted desperately in his heart - as long as Yan Murong kicked me over, he would be free.
However, God is like this. The more you expect something, reality will never develop according to your ideas. Therefore, the old man didn’t hear Zheng Xiao’s begging to God. After he rolled around like a lazy ass, Yan Murong
She didn't kick him, but watched him roll awkwardly on the ground with a smile on her face, and then took two steps back.
"Huh." After Zheng Xiao got up, he didn't feel the pain in his buttocks. He exhaled in surprise and was about to run away, but when he raised his head, he exclaimed in surprise.
Damn it, didn't you get away? Why is this man still standing in front of you?
Zheng Xiao was shocked and doubtful, but Yan Murong stretched out her hand, grabbed his collar and pulled him over.
From the appearance point of view, Zheng Xiao is a head taller than Yan Murong, and he is also a bit stronger than Yan Murong, but this guy has been hanging around among women every day, and now even the joints in his bones are empty.
Of course, this does not mean that he is very smart, but that his body has been hollowed out - the physical strength is only superficial.
"I-----"
"Snapped!"
Zheng Xiao's whole body was trembling, knowing that he couldn't run away after being beaten. He just wanted to beg for mercy, but was slapped by Yan Murong, and the pain that came to his throat was suppressed by the pain on his face.
"Don't-----"
"Snapped!"
His face was burning with pain, and he could clearly feel that the left side of his face was swelling rapidly, and then two teeth seemed to have fallen out. He endured the pain and wanted to beg for mercy again, but this devil just
As if he was addicted, he slapped me again.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
Yan Murong seemed to be addicted to smoking, as if the ugly face that had become swollen into a bun in front of him was Su Qingwu. He opened his bow from left to right, and after more than a dozen big mouths, Zheng Xiao was surprised to find that although his face was in terrible pain
, and eventually lost consciousness, but his consciousness was still awake, and he couldn't even faint even if he wanted to.
"Did Zheng Wuming come to you?" Yan Murong threw Zheng Xiao to the ground and asked with a smile on his face.
"Woo-----"
"Huh? You don't want to say it yet?" Yan Murong knelt down, slapped you again, and said fiercely. "Hurry up, or I will pull out all your teeth."
"Woo-----"
"Snapped!"
"I told you to pretend to be a hero." Yan Murong said viciously while continuing to torture.
"puff."
After this slap, Zheng Xiao's mouth was mixed with blood and several teeth protruded, and tears flowed down his eye sockets that had become swollen to a slit.
"woo woo woo woo-----"
Zheng Xiao cried, crying extremely miserably.
This damn bastard-----you have slapped her mouth like this and lost so many teeth. What do you want people to say?