Son of Heaven

"Go back, stay still, it's none of your business." Xiao Pingtou pointed at them and yelled angrily, and the unscrupulous men and women immediately retracted their necks, and dared not even look at them, for fear of getting burned.

"My ancestors, dare to smash my shop, you really have the guts of a bear." Zhou Zheng was about to go crazy, pointing at Xiaoping's head and yelling, he fished out a small Mongolian chopstick from the counter, and cut it with a knife. He split towards Xiaoping's head.He has been rampant on this street for six or seven years, where has he suffered such a big loss?

Xiaopingtou smiled coldly, dodged nimbly, grabbed his wrist, pulled him out, threw him on the ground, and kicked him hard in the stomach .

With a muffled sound of "bang", Zhou Zheng lay on his stomach, his mouth was full of blood, bowed like a shrimp, and couldn't stand up anymore.

At this time, there was a lot of people outside, and a dozen disheveled men rushed over, holding knives, guns and sticks, rushing into the room. [

"Let's not keep one, and pile them up." Xiao Pingtou yelled angrily, and kicked them out through the glass door with his bare hands.

The one-centimeter-thick glass door was smashed by his kick, and there was no end to it. Across the meniscus of the knee of the thick man who was leading the way in the middle of the door, there was a crisp "snap", and the meniscus was kicked by this fierce kick. It was broken, the guy couldn't help but leaned forward, and he had already met Ma Tao's swung punch, which hit him between the eyebrows, and he fell down there with nosebleeds without saying a word.

Several other young men roared angrily, only to hear a neat "snap" sound, everyone unleashed a steel throwing stick, and in a group of three, they had already rushed out like a tiger down the mountain.

These hooligans raised by Zhou Zheng are not as good as those hooligans of Zhao Weiguo. They only know how to shake their arms and bright tattoos to scare some young students. How can they be the opponents of these young people who are professional in martial arts?After only a few blows, they were all thrown to the ground, but a group of young people were ruthless and merciless, they could still beat them even when lying down, they swung their sticks violently, and slapped them fiercely. No matter how broken it is, even if it is pumped on a place where the flesh is thick, it can ruthlessly shake off a piece of flesh.In an instant, blood dripped all over the ground.

"Don't, don't fight..." Zhou Zheng in the room was terrified. He didn't expect that six against fifteen would knock down his subordinates so easily, and the attack was so fierce. Where did the evil god come from?

"Fuck you!" Xiaopingtou, who was standing in front of the glass door with his arms crossed and expressionlessly watching his subordinates cruelly torturing these bastards, saw Zhou Zheng stand up unsteadily, his eyes were fierce, and he turned around with a tall man. Whip legs, the legs are so beautiful, fortunately, Zhou Zheng was born in the Jianghu, and he still had two blows under his hand, subconsciously blocked with his arm, with a "click", his arm was kicked off on the spot, hit the bar counter, and his head was also hit. Knocked up a big bag, but fortunately this guy's nerves are tough enough, he didn't even pass out in this situation, he just hugged his arms, with blood foam dripping from his mouth, and watched in fear at the group of evil spirits dying in front of him Li beat his subordinates, never dared to stand up again, never dared to speak out again.

They knocked out seven of the thugs outside alive, and then the young men put away their sticks and stood in a row coldly.