Chapter 1825

Among these high-power motorcycles, two of them are still hung with small flags printed with skull heads and motorcycles. More than a dozen people are wearing black leather clothes, washed cloth and torn jeans, and most of them have tattoos.

The first is a burly bearded man, wearing a white elastic vest in a black leather coat, showing strong muscles. Beside him, there is a hot white woman with tattoos on her neck and arms, nose and nostrils. Her scarlet lips grin, giving a cold feeling.

When these people came in, the chef with a bowler hat came out at the back of the restaurant. This man was a typical northwest man with fortitude and unyielding in his eyes. When he saw these people, he showed no fear.

After these people came in, they began to rush the guests. Some guests also had dinner and just picked up the reason to leave without paying.

There are two tables that haven't left, one of which is Jiang Wuchen, and the other is an old man who is also near the window. This man is dressed in Chinese clothes, his gray hair is combed into his back, and his eyes are bright. Jiang Wuchen can feel the fluctuation of breath on him.

This breath is not a practitioner, but the internal Qi from Dantian!

The old man is a master of martial arts. I'm afraid he has reached the master's realm.

Seeing that the two men didn't leave, they didn't continue to drive away. In the past, they surrounded the cook. Under the surrounding, the northwest man's aura seemed to be a little insufficient. He was not their opponent in terms of height and body shape.

These guys seem to deliberately bully the short northwest man, surround him in the middle and ridicule him in English.

"I tell you, I've paid the protection fee this month. I won't pay it for the second time. If you have seed, you'll kill me." the northwest man shouted in Chinese.

These people don't understand Chinese and don't know what he's talking about.

The woman with a ring in her nostrils took out her mobile phone and opened a translation software, "say it again?"

After the instant translation of her voice, the northwest man could understand it and said, "get out of here, I won't give you a penny, or I'll call the police!"

After listening to this, the gang immediately shouted. Some grumpy picked up the chairs in the restaurant and began to smash them everywhere.

The northwest man immediately took out his mobile phone and made an alarm.

"You stupid pig, the alarm is useful. Is it necessary for our dark locomotive party to exist?" the burly man headed by him grabbed the mobile phone in the northwest man's hand and stepped on it.

Just then, the woman in the back kitchen came out with two children. They were disturbed by the noise in front of them.

When the woman with a ring in her nostrils saw it, she ran over and pointed to the two children and shouted, "seize his child and give him to the son!"

the son of god?

Jiang Wuchen immediately caught this sensitive word.

The Rossi family has virgin and saint. How can there be no son?

"You can move me, you can smash my things, you dare to move my children, I want your life!" yelled the northwest man.

These people simply ignored it. In their eyes, this short guy looked weak and explosive. He could crush any hand. Would he threaten him?

The northwest man saw that his child and wife were about to be caught. The blood vessels on his forehead burst and couldn't control it. He roared, rushed forward and pushed his elbows out.

Bang!

The speed was very fast, just like a small steel gun, smashing a man who was two times fatter than him out in an instant! The man dropped his feet off the ground and his body fell heavily on a table. He crushed the table and threw sour water on the ground.

Jiang Wuchen's eyes lit up. The northwest man is a practitioner. Although he didn't feel any internal Qi from him, it can be seen from this move that this is the top elbow of the authentic eight pole fist!

Wu has eight poles to determine heaven and earth!

Jiang Wuchen knows the ferocity of Baji boxing very well. He once liked it very much. Generally, those who practice Baji boxing have strong explosive power.

If you don't move, it will fall apart.

The northwest man didn't stop, because he knew he couldn't stop. Once he stopped, his family might die here.

Then he clenched his teeth, pushed his elbows and knees, and even used iron head and tooth bite. Nothing can't be used to fight with death.

A dozen men were beaten half down by him in the twinkling of an eye.

The head man was a little surprised, but he reacted quickly. He reached out and touched a boleta gold pistol from his back waist. The black muzzle pointed at the northwest man, "dare you move?"

The northwest man was stunned and gnashed his teeth with cold eyes.

"Kung Fu?" the bearded man smashed his fist into the heart of the northwest man.

Poof.

Northwest man's stomach spasm, an old blood spit out.

The beard raised the handle of the gun and hit the northwest man on the back, smashing him to the ground.

The two children and the woman immediately cried.

Not far from Jiang Wuchen, the old man with silver hair standing up couldn't help but stand up. "I'll give you how much you want." he used authentic English.

These people turned to look at him.

The old man took off the watch on his wrist and threw it to the woman.

The woman took it and nodded to her beard. It's not a top brand watch, but it's exquisite. There are diamonds on it, which is absolutely valuable.

The beard pinned Beretta at the back of his waist. "Old man, do you want to meddle?"

The old man shook his head and said, "the Chinese people in the world are one family. You're killing the goose that lays the egg. Business is not like this."

"Ha ha, well said, I'll give you a face and let bygones be bygones, but... These two children, I have to take them away. Don't worry, I'll just take them to meet the son. If they have fate with the son, it's their fate. If there's no fate, I'll send them back."

The northwest man stood up from the ground and said, "it's impossible to have an idea about my child!"

The beard took out the bole tower again and put it on the northwest man's head. "Do you fucking propose a toast or not?"

The old man frowned and realized that this matter could not be resolved peacefully. He picked up a handful of chopsticks on the table and threw them out.

The chopsticks are filled with internal Qi, like throwing knives.

Whoosh, whoosh.

In an instant, seven or eight sticks were tied on the beard and arms, and the palms of them were pierced by chopsticks!

"Ah."

The beard cried out in pain. The boleta in his hand fell to the ground. The northwest man kicked the boleta and kicked the pistol under the counter. Then he hit the beard with his head and hit him in the face.

Bang bang.

The two strokes reached the beard almost at the same time.

The latter was knocked down on the ground. More than a dozen people shot at the same time and smashed it. The old man no longer hesitated. He took a big step on Ali and stretched out his hands like two big Pu fans. One slapped the other down. This hand came out and swam properly!