My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"Oh, shy handsome boy!"

The women's clothing boss left Nightwing with his fingers, slightly tilted, and drew an arc in the air.

"I can't help but want to hold my **** out for you!"

As he spoke, he reached out his hand to touch Nightwing's buttocks.

Nightwing grabbed "his" hand and twisted it at a strange angle.

Although it won't be abolished directly, it will really make the other party hurt for several days.

"Oh! Embarrassingly! Let go, let the **** go!"

Being grabbed by his right hand, the women's clothing boss let out a scream.

Accompanied by the screams of "he", several burly men immediately rushed around.

It looks like a group.

He was tall and strong, shirtless, and looked at Nightwing with a bad look on his face.

Yewing let go of the hand of the big man in women's clothing, looked at the big men with bad faces, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Guys, I don't want to cause trouble! So... let me get out of here in peace while you sit down and have a nice Guinness, how about that?"

The burly men were stunned for a second. The head of the guy with tattoos all over his arms raised the corners of his eyes and said with a grin, "Then you'd better obey the rules next time!"

Then made a way.

Since the other party didn't want to make things bigger, Nightwing wouldn't have the same knowledge as them.

He stepped forward and walked towards the door of the bar.

"If you can't keep your **** down, you can go to the corner of Kennedy Street, there's a lot of women out there looking for fun, and you can donate your **** to them."

The tattooed flathead shouted to Nightwing in a mocking tone.

The crowd immediately burst into laughter.

"Rich women like him the most for a fresh, tight-fitting, superhero-dressed guy like him..."

"Haha, is it like those **** from the Boys Keith Regiment?"

Someone yelled.

Nightwing suddenly stopped!

The corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, making a helpless expression.

But soon the relaxed expression on his face disappeared, turning into a stern face.

Step by step to the door, reach out and hold the latch of the door, gently insert it into the lock, and close the iron door.

Locked myself and everyone in the bar.

"You know, the last guy who said that to me, how did I deal with him? I don't even know his mother who beat him."

Nightwing turned around and said in a beating tone.

Several burly men looked at each other, is this **** tired of living?

"Now, let me teach you a lesson, the name of the lesson is 'Yesterday Reappearance'!"

Before he finished speaking, Yewing grabbed a water glass on the table and threw it at the front of the strong man.

boom!

The glass of water smashed directly on the strong man's forehead and was instantly shattered.

The shards of glass fell to the ground.

The muscular man's head was smashed, he let out a scream of "uh", and fell backwards on his back.

The gray wooden floor trembled slightly when hit by his sturdy body.

Several other shirtless muscular men were so blinded by Nightwing's surprise attack that they didn't react for a while.

His eyes were just mechanically looking at the big man who fell to the ground.

Nightwing walked up to the muscular men step by step, and asked in a relaxed tone, "Are we going to stand like this all day, or are we going to fight?"

His tone completely angered the group of strong men.

A fat man with a heavy tonnage pushed aside the others and punched Nightwing with a straight punch.

The big fist of the sandbag, matched with his thick arm, waved and whistled.

Nightwing twisted slightly, dodged his fist sideways, stretched out his right arm, and returned a punch to his opponent.

boom!

With a crisp sound, Fatty slapped Nightwing **** the left cheek.

The strength of this punch was not light, and it directly knocked Fatty out of the air.

Whoa!

The fat man's body flew out sideways and hit a table, directly smashing everything on the table into smashes.

The splattered wine mixed with the glass residues splashed to the ground.

"Fake...!"

The others let out an angry curse and charged towards Nightwing together.

"Oh, Sorry, but you can't blame me. When a boxer throws a punch, be prepared to be counterattacked by the opponent."

Before Nightwing started the fight, he didn't forget to make a joke.

He stretched out his foot and kicked out a guy who was jumping with a bottle of wine.

At the same time, the right hand pulled out the short stick from the waist.

The short stick stretched straight to the top of the head, blocking the dagger slash of the other guy who rushed up.

boom!

After parrying the opponent's dagger attack, the short stick was transferred to the left hand, facing the guy with the dagger, sweeping away thousands of troops.

Slam the opponent's arm, knocking him to the ground.

After killing the two strong men in an instant, two guys flanked from two directions, one left and one right.

The guy on the far left grabbed Nightwing by the shoulders, and the one on the far right seemed to want to slap him.

Nightwing first used the handle of the stick, and with a thud, hit the guy on the left's stomach.

After abolishing him, he turned around and faced the guy on the right who was hugging and throwing him. The short stick in Yewing's hand turned into a bolt of lightning, slammed into the opponent's face, and made a scream. Falling backwards ~www.readwn.com~ Nightwing's body agility and physical toughness are simply not comparable to this group of strong men.

Even in the face of a dozen or so sturdy men, there was no pressure at all.

On this side, Yewing beat the muscular man with great power, and the little shous on the other side screamed in horror and hid in a place where they would not be affected.

Under the table, behind the bar counter, and even the dressing room, they have become places to hide.

The bar was a mess, like a fried chicken coop.

call!

A gust of wind sounded from the back of Nightwing's head.

It was the sound of a dagger piercing the air, and a muscular guy with a dagger launched a sudden attack from behind Nightwing.

Nightwing's reaction was also extremely fast, and he immediately bowed his head and avoided the opponent's stab.

The opponent was in a state of sprinting. This time, it didn't hit Yewing. Under the influence of inertia, it rushed forward.

Nightwing tapped the opponent on the back with a short stick, took a step forward with his right leg, grabbed the opponent's arm, and pulled him back.

In the face of such a sneak attack from behind, Nightwing would not be polite to him.

The short stick was pinned under the opponent's arm, pinned to his left arm, and slammed hard.

The other party immediately let out a scream.

The shoulder bones and joints were dislocated, enough for him to lie down for months.

In just a short moment, Nightwing eliminated the approaching big men.

Quick and sharp, the opponent has no enemy.

"what......!"

Seeing that Nightwing's right hand holding the weapon was pinned to the arm of his subordinate, he did not pull it out for the time being.

The big man with tattoos on his arms shouted and charged at him with a dagger.

Trying to kill him in one fell swoop without Nightwing being caught off guard and unable to draw his right hand!