Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

"Which one is the boss of Feiyingtang?" Zhou Ming asked coldly: "I don't want to hurt innocent people, I just want to compete with your boss to see if he is qualified to be your big brother!"

"Find the boss quickly, find the boss quickly!" shouted the big man who was strangled by Zhou Ming.

One of his subordinates tremblingly took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

And Zhou Ming, sitting on top of the shirtless man, looked coldly at the vast night outside the door.

In less than 10 minutes, a reckless man with a cigarette butt in his mouth and a machete in his hand rushed in, followed by more than 50 people. [

"Who the hell bullied me into the gate of Flying Eagle Hall?"

Zhou Ming stood up slowly, still stepping on the big shirtless man.

"It's you?" The pupils of the boss of Feiyingtang constricted, and he couldn't believe that this child who looked underage could subdue more than a dozen big men who were fighting desperately.

"From today, Flying Eagle Hall will be disbanded!" Zhou Ming said coldly.

"Hahahaha..." Tan Bai, the boss of Flying Eagle Hall, laughed loudly: "Only you, dare to come and play?"

Zhou Ming didn't respond to this sentence, but slowly spit out a sentence: "Single-on, or together?"

The boss of Feiying Hall raised the machete in his hand and shouted: "Brothers, abolish him for me!"

The crowd surged up like a tide, Zhou Ming stepped out, bowed left and right, and knocked down the two big men who were closest to him...

The screams kept ringing out, and tonight, the generals of the Flying Eagle Hall experienced the most powerful fists they had ever tasted in their lives!

The machete was blown away, and Tan Bai opened his eyes wide, looking at the fist that hit him in disbelief.

This is not a person, definitely not a person!

With such thoughts in mind, Tan Bai fainted.

Wherever Zhou Ming passed, everyone in Feiying Hall fell down, and after a while, only 20 people were still standing.

Zhou Ming turned to one side, avoiding a machete that was radiating cold light, and at the same time punched the big man holding the knife heavily, and fell down again.

This kind of unilateral instant kill made the rest of the people tear their hearts apart!

"I'm not going to fight anymore!" A big man who was still eager to try at the back suddenly let out a wild roar when he saw people falling down in front of him, dropped his knife and ran towards the vast night.

More and more people threw down their knives, turned around and ran, shouting at the same time: "This is a ghost, it's a ghost~~"

Zhou Ming wiped the blood from his fist, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.