Chapter 823

The old tailor was still blaming himself for the act of betraying his neighbor, holding his shoulder and saying to himself: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! " Suddenly I saw the bandaged man coming face to face, with a wave of evil spirit, holding an old vise in his hand.

"Ah!"

The old tailor shrieked and quickly hugged the pole.

The bandage man squatted down beside him. He was actually cutting the chain with a vice. With a click, the chain was cut. The old tailor couldn't believe his eyes. He was free.

"Don't want to live! How dare you fight against mogo! " A woman's face appeared in the side window, "Er, which one are you?"

The bandage man glanced at the talking woman and said to the old tailor, "hurry home."

The old tailor didn't know what to say. He covered his privacy and ran back home.

The bandage man wrapped the iron chain on the ground around his fist, clenched it tightly, and walked out of the dog skin lane with the same determination as iron.

In the usury office, a group of people were leaning around on chairs, smoking cigarettes with the expression of drug taking, and kauwei was tied like a zongzi and placed on the table, just like a tribute.

"Will he come?" said the younger brother

"This is not coming, is it a man?" "Impressionists" said contemptuously.

"What if he just doesn't come?"

"Impressionists" took a cold look at kauwei and said, "if your man doesn't come, how can we deal with you?"

"Get your MB!" Kauwei scolded angrily.

"Find some toothpicks and string her b-mouth."

"The toothpick is too brittle. You have to use a needle." I suggest it seriously.

"Then you'll find the needle! Ask me everything. When I catch Wang Xi, I'll be the eldest brother. Li Wanji every day. Who has the Kung Fu to deal with these things? " At the thought of a bright future, Impressionists laughed, and so did the kids.

All of a sudden, their smile solidified on their faces, only to see a man in a windbreaker standing outside the door, with a thick bandage on his face, like a mummy climbing out of an ancient tomb, with a strange smell all over his body.

"Impressionists" flicked cigarette butts, came outside, looked askew at the visitor, "Wang Xi?"

"Bandage man said:" even if I said no, you will not believe it

"You're not!" "Impressionists" suddenly made an exaggerated action, "you are Wang Xi. I sent you a TV to watch it happily. The fried face is not good yet, ha ha!"

"It doesn't matter if I'm Wang Xi or not." The bandage man wrapped his left hand around his right fist.

"Impressionist" smile converged, he licked his lips, "copy guy, leave a breath!"

The boys took out the sticks from the bottom of the table and rushed out shouting. These sticks are very insidious. There are iron nails on them. The bandage man kicks the boy in the front to fly. After the right foot lands, the left leg rises like a spring, and one kicks the other.

The rest of the boys had already killed near. One of them shouted and hit him with a stick. The guy with the bandage clenched his right fist and beat it. The fist head wrapped in the iron chain smashed the stick like a hammer. He hit the boy's face and flew a bloody tooth out of his deformed mouth.

“MLGB！” "Impressionists" scolded, grabbed a little brother's hair, kicked him away and grabbed the stick in his hand.

He uttered a strange cry of "drink and drink" in his mouth. The stick danced in a daze. The bandaged man dodged. He took a chance to grab the stick with his left hand and hit the "Impressionist" head with his right fist.

The "Impressionists" actually hit back with a hammer and hit each other's fists with their foreheads, which was just and fierce. The fist of the bandaged man was hurt by the iron chain. The "Impressionists" killed 800 enemies, and they were full of blood.

Without any hesitation, he chuckled and kicked the bandage man in the abdomen. The bandage man staggered backward. The "Impressionist" rushed up like a mad dog. A hook kick was blocked by the bandage man with his right fist. This move was radical and full of flaws. The bandage man grabbed the "Impressionist" leg and threw him out. Then he caught up with him. When the "Impressionist" just got up, he kicked the bandage man. The "Indian" In the "xiangpai" move, the whole person glided one meter on the ground and vomited blood, but the smile on his face became more and more brilliant.

"Little bitch, you've seen your skill increase in the past two years!" Impressionists wipe the blood off their lips.

The bandage man pointed to the office, "bully women, don't you have a mother?"

"Don't compare my mother to such a woman!" "Impressionists" roared, pounced and leaped directly into the air.

The bandage man mistakenly judged his action as a kicking skill, but he didn't expect that it was a capture move - scissor feet, "Impressionist" two legs to clamp the bandage man, rotate a circle, throw the bandage man to the ground by his weight, and the two legs tightly fixed the bandage man's head like iron tongs.

The bandage man clenched his fist and punched his crotch several times. The impressionists who had gained momentum were almost beaten by the iron fist and cried to be separated from him. They spun around the ground, supported their hands on the ground, and kicked the bandage man's face like a kick.

This move is extremely insidious. The bandaged man was caught off guard, but at the moment of the other side's leg retraction, he grabbed his ankle and stood up to back quickly.

The hands of the "Impressionists" were forced to walk on the ground. When the bandage man dragged him to a street lamp pole, he gave a loud drink and swung the "Impressionists" towards the electric pole. The "Impressionists" hit the street lamp pole with their waist and almost didn't break. He grabbed the pole and kicked back with both feet.

Knowing that this boy is good at leg techniques, this time the bandage man was on guard and flexibly avoided this foot. He took the situation into consideration and used a very cruel move to kick the "Impressionist" waist from the side.

"Impressionists" hold on to the pillar, the impact of this foot is strong and all hit on the body, he fell to the ground with a scream, and then was pulled up by the bandage man with his clothes and punched his face.

The more he was beaten, the more arrogant the Impressionists became. His mouth was full of blood and he threatened: "I will never let you go I want to sell that watch to the cellar Let's have 15 black rounds x her... "

"Die you!"

Under a fist full of anger, the Impressionists passed out in a coma, and their whole face was covered with blood.

The bandaged man was panting, and the little brother on the ground was struggling to moan, groan, or had run away. He walked towards the office and found that kauwei was missing. He roughly searched the whole office, and suddenly the phone rang in an office.

He had an instinct that the phone was for him, so he picked it up, and the other side said, "it's a good idea to be anonymous. You're too low-key. As for a woman, Wang Xi, let's talk about it!"

"It's none of her business to let people go!" Said the bandaged man angrily.

"It's nothing to do with her, but she's the weight to coerce you, just like you coerce me with that thing. Let's meet!"