Unrestricted fighting enters the female-oriented genre

"call--"

The middle-aged burly man's fist came crashing down with a whoosh, fast and hard; he was clearly a seasoned thug who was used to fighting.

He Qiang tried his best to dodge, but was still grazed on the cheekbone by the fist, which made his eyelids twitch in pain.

However, he didn't sit still. Gritting his teeth, he used all his strength to throw a heavy punch straight at the middle-aged man's ribs.

When he throws a punch, he clenches his five fingers tightly, curls his middle finger and sticks it out like a sharp cone, enough to double the damage.

As expected, after being punched, the middle-aged man immediately lost his breath, bent over, clutched his ribs, and retreated in pain.

"Zhao Dayong, what the hell's wrong with you? You can't even handle a pretty boy?"

The middle-aged strong man was named Zhao Dayong, and he was also the cell leader.

After he was defeated by He Qiang, the middle-aged man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face immediately frowned and questioned him.

This man, named Liu Jianmin, appears to be a habitual thief.

"Damn it, this kid actually dared to fight back! He's asking for death! I only got hit by his attack by accident. All of you, get him and kill him!"

Zhao Dayong clutched his left rib, hissing in pain, and called on the others to join him in attacking He Qiang.

When the group saw He Qiang defeat Zhao Dayong in one move, they were initially quite suspicious.

However, after carefully examining He Qiang for a while, they found that he was just a skinny, pale-faced man, and given his trembling appearance, he posed no real danger. So they relaxed and rushed towards him together.

The aisle in the middle of the bed is narrow, allowing only two people to walk side by side at a time.

The two young men rushed forward and kicked He Qiang hard.

"Unrestricted combat mode activated!"

Seeing the two young men rushing towards him, He Qiang instantly activated his unrestricted fighting mode.

You should know that he had no attribute points left, but his counterattack against Zhao Dayong just now gave him an attribute point.

When facing a multi-person attack, one must naturally be in top form and fight them off.

As He Qiang watched the people rushing towards him, he couldn't help but tremble with excitement—

These are all free attribute points!

Lao Tzu's spring has finally arrived!

He wanted to have a really good time and turn himself into Superman!

"Bang bang—"

With the buff, He Qiang's attributes were greatly enhanced, and he kicked a young man back.

Another person kicked him in the waist, causing him to catch his breath, but He Qiang also grabbed the man's leg, gritted his teeth, and twisted it, slamming him face down onto the ground.

"Damn it, this Gou Ri is incredibly audacious; he actually dared to fight back!"

The remaining four people were shocked and frowned upon seeing this situation.

Especially Liu Jianmin, who, while cursing loudly, gave extremely insidious orders: "Let's all go together and pin him to the ground, let's see how he can move now! Zhou Haisheng, you go over to the left side of the bed and grab his right hand. Wang Lei, you crawl over to the right side of the bed. Li Guoping, you and I will attack head-on!"

As soon as Liu Jianmin finished speaking, the four of them rushed towards He Qiang.

The aisle was too narrow for four people to stand in, so they crawled from the beds on both sides toward He Qiang.

This suddenly put He Qiang in a precarious situation.

Two fists can't beat four hands, let alone an opponent with eight hands.

Just as He Qiang was filled with tension, thinking he was about to be surrounded and killed, he keenly noticed that the four of them were not attacking in unison.

Wang Lei, on the right, arrived first. He was in his early twenties, tall and thin, agile, with fierce eyes, and seemed to enjoy fighting.

Although he crawled over from under the bed, he immediately threw a punch at He Qiang's thigh.

This is a very insidious trick. The thigh is full of nerves, and if you get hit, few people can withstand the excruciating pain.

He wanted to cripple He Qiang's mobility by one blow.

Unfortunately, he rushed too far forward, and he was holding onto the bed frame while stretching his head forward, so he didn't have enough strength.

He Qiang slightly shifted his body to the side, avoiding vital areas and only letting Wang Lei hit his buttocks. Then he suddenly grabbed Wang Lei's arm and pressed down hard. With a "crunch," Wang Lei's forearm hit the bed railing, and he screamed and convulsed in pain, clutching his arm and pulling back.

Just as Wang Lei was repelled, Li Guoping arrived head-on.

He was in his thirties, short, stout, and powerful. He charged at He Qiang with a brutal ramming motion, headbutting him with his elbow.

He Qiang quickly dodged, and then Li Guoping crashed into the iron gate with a loud "bang," gasping in pain and rubbing his elbow repeatedly.

"Get out of my way!"

Taking advantage of Li Guoping's pain, He Qiang suddenly delivered a knee strike to his side, causing Li Guoping to cry out in pain and collide with Zhou Haisheng, who was rushing towards him.

Zhou Haisheng was also in his forties, with a slanted scar on his face and a dragon tattooed on his arm; he looked like a gangster.

He has a fierce look in his eyes and is very good at fighting.

After being hit by Li Guoping, he did not retreat, but instead pushed Li Guoping hard, causing Li Guoping to bounce back and crash into He Qiang.

He Qiang dared not take the blow head-on and could only quickly dodge. Taking advantage of this moment, Zhou Haisheng braced himself on the bed frame with both hands and kicked He Qiang with both legs.

His timing was impeccable; He Qiang had no chance to dodge and could only watch helplessly as his massive foot stomped down on him, striking him hard in the chest.

He Qiang let out a muffled groan, lost his balance, and fell sideways onto the bed where Wang Lei was.

"You son of a bitch, I'll kill you!"

Wang Lei had by then recovered from the pain.

As he watched He Qiang fall over, he reached out, grabbed his collar, and punched him in the face.

He Qiang dodged to the side, letting Wang Lei's fist hit his ear. Then he suddenly grabbed Wang Lei's hand that was pulling his collar with both hands, and twisted his little finger hard.

With a crisp "crack," Wang Lei's little finger snapped instantly.

"Aaaaaah—"

Wang Lei let out a painful scream, quickly covered his fingers, and scrambled to the next bed to escape, not daring to fight He Qiang again.

Just as Wang Lei escaped, He Qiang felt a sudden darkness before his eyes as a figure lashed out with both elbows, smashing down on him from mid-air.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that the person who made the move was Liu Jianmin.

This old silver coin had previously agreed to attack together with Li Guoping, but deliberately lagged behind, leaving Li Guoping to face He Qiang alone.

Now that He Qiang has been defeated, he sees an opportunity and immediately resorts to underhanded tactics to launch a sneak attack.

He Qiang was immediately enraged. Without dodging or flinching, he suddenly raised his arms and met the attack with his elbows.

With a muffled "thud," the two men's elbows collided, both wincing in pain.

However, Liu Jianmin, being in a superior position, missed his first attack and raised his hand to scratch He Qiang's face—

That old guy is incredibly cunning; his tricks are all despicable.

He Qiang still needs to rely on his handsome face to make a living, so we can't let him get hurt.

So he steeled himself, put all his strength into his stance, and rammed his head into Liu Jianmin's face.

With a loud thud, his forehead slammed heavily against the old silver coin's nose, causing Liu Jianmin to spit blood from his mouth and nose. He screamed in pain, covered his face, and rolled to the side, unable to resist.

Having dealt with Liu Jianmin, He Qiang hadn't even had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief when he felt a tightness in his legs. Looking up, he saw that the two young men he had initially defeated, Chen Xiaojun and Sun Desheng, had reappeared and were each grabbing one of his legs, pulling him toward the ground.

Without roots beneath our feet, life leaves no trace!

Losing support on both legs is extremely dangerous. Once controlled by the enemy, one will basically only be able to passively take a beating.

Upon seeing the two's actions, He Qiang's eyelids twitched in shock—

He only wanted to gain attribute points under the guise of fighting back, but he didn't expect to actually get beaten up and injured.

So he couldn't help but roar, gripping the bed frame tightly with both arms and kicking wildly with all his might, trying to kick the two bastards away.

"You brat, you're dead meat!"

However, at that moment, a cold shout came, and Zhou Haisheng, an old fox even more cunning than Liu Jianmin, flew over and kicked He Qiang in the stomach.