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Once Jiang Wuchen said this, Yang Ling and a few of his companions were immediately shocked, looking at him in disbelief, "Hey, you … Is there something wrong with your brain? "

Jiang Wuchen stared coldly at the Brother Yao in front of him.

"Fuck your mother, why are you so arrogant!" The bald man who was blowing smoke at Jiang Wuchen just now extended out his finger and poked Jiang Wuchen.

Before his finger could reach Jiang Wuchen, Jiang Wuchen grabbed him and pouted.

Ah!

The bald man was in pain, his arms were bent and deformed, his body was in a half-kneeling position, the pain caused him to grimace, Jiang Wuchen's strength was light, but if he used a little more strength, the man's fingers would definitely be broken.

However, the sturdy man was not grateful to Jiang Wuchen for his kindness. Instead, he felt that he had been humiliated, he took out a butterfly knife from his waist and slashed at Jiang Wuchen.

"Bastard!" Jiang Wuchen bellowed, he raised his leg and kicked away the butterfly knife in the man's hand, then fiercely twisted it.

Ka-cha.

The man's index finger broke as he wailed in pain and his knees thudded against the ground.

In a split-second, Brother Hui shouted, "Attack!"

The few men who were closest to Jiang Wuchen rushed forward.

"Wow?" Young Master Zheng was so scared that her whole body was trembling, her small face had turned deathly white, "Brother Chen, be careful!"

Yang Ling and the others also quickly retreated, afraid of bringing disaster to the fish pond, "This idiot is really stupid, he even dared to offend the Brother Yao, and dozens of people stopped him."

"I don't know him. This guy came over with Da Venzi. For Wen Xi's sake, I was prepared to help him deal with this matter. I didn't think that... and he actually doesn't know what's good for him. Even I do not dare to offend the Brother Yao, but he actually wants the Brother Yao to compensate me two hundred thousand … "

"Sigh, you ignorant brat, how can you not forgive him when he kowtows and kneels to the Brother Yao? Brother Ling, you have done your best in this matter, it is he who does not know his place, he deserves to be beaten."

While they were talking, six men wearing black elastic vests rushed forward. The one in the lead waved his fist while the other kicked out with his long legs in the air. It looked like he had some time to spare.

"F * ck, I've seen these people before. They're from the Black Tiger Taekwondo Club!"

"A Taekwondo practitioner, f * ck, this bro is doomed."

"He deserves to be unlucky, who asked him to offend the Brother Yao."

"That's right. Viper's Flare on the Bar. Normal people can afford to offend him. Look at the crowd of dozens of people outside. Does this guy think he's Zhen Zidan or Wu Jing?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Brother Hui sneered, "I know you can fight, but I've called for people from the training hall to come over and kick him to death!"

Seeing the black faced man's fist coming at him, Jiang Wuchen's reaction speed was fast, he did not dodge, but attacked later, and suddenly kicked out.

Bang.

The man screamed as he was sent flying like a football, knocking over two of the chests. The beer bottle on the table fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

The other man's leg swept towards Jiang Wuchen, but she kicked him. Jiang Wuchen pinched the man's ankle.

Ah!

The man was shocked. His high kick was able to kick out 200 jin of strength, so other than Coach Piao Renhe who possessed the fifth phase of the Black Belt, no one could be his match in the Monastery.

The immense strength behind his kick could even blow up the wind.

He had thought that sweeping his kick would instantly kill his opponent. He hadn't thought that a force of two hundred Jin would be easily blocked by his opponent. The most important thing was that his ankle was caught.

"F * ck off."

Jiang Wuchen threw his arm with force, the man felt as if he was riding a roller coaster, his body flew out, with a bang, he knocked over the three people behind him, and they all fell to the ground.

"Damn." Brother Yao rubbed his head in shock, "Go, attack together, attack together!"

Behind him, a dozen men rushed towards Jiang Wuchen. These people had weapons in their hands, the largest being beer bottles. In the bar, this thing was already readily available everywhere, they all grabbed it and threw it at Jiang Wuchen.

Whoosh.

In the air, a beer bottle flew towards Jiang Wuchen while spinning.

Young Master Zheng was so nervous that he stuttered, "Brother Chen... Brother Chen... "

Jiang Wuchen felt like there were eyes on the back of his head as he twisted his waist and turned his hips, throwing a kick at the back of his head. With a 'pa' sound, the beer bottle exploded into pieces and a large amount of glass fragments flew out.

These glass fragments were like scattered hidden weapons, and also like exploding grenades that flew out of the steel balls, flying towards the incoming crowd. In a split-second, the faces and arms of the four men in front of them were pierced by these glass fragments, and they fell to the ground, bleeding profusely.

"Damn, how fierce."

"Quick, retreat. Be careful not to get accidentally injured."

The crowd retreated, in the midst of the crowd, a destitute middle-aged man holding a large cello in his hands. When he saw Jiang Wuchen's legs move, his eyes lit up, "Interesting …" Then, he took out a steel flask from his bosom and unscrewed it. After that, he took a swig and the word "Dull" was written on the flask. The alcohol count was 68...

A group of eight or nine men holding galvanized steel tubes surrounded him. These men were not soft-hearted at all. Their eyes were all cold and harsh. They were all deadly people. They raised the galvanized steel tubes in their hands and smashed them.

Both of Jiang Wuchen's arms blocked, releasing a loud bang sound, in that moment, he was trapped, although it seemed to be dangerous, he was actually unharmed. A few men attacked with their black hands, with powerful force, causing the steel pipe to bend, but Jiang Wuchen did not react at all.

Bang.

One of the man was slightly slower, the steel pipe in his hand was taken away by Jiang Wuchen.

"Huh?" The man was shocked.

Without waiting for him to react, Jiang Wuchen used his sharp leg to kick the man, causing him to fly away, along with the few people behind him.

A gap appeared in the encirclement crowd. Jiang Wuchen swung his steel rod, waved it left and right, then slapped it hard.

The aura of the remaining seven to eight people were suppressed, but they were instead chased and beaten up by Jiang Wuchen, and all of them threw their helmets and armor as they ran around.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of people were lying on the floor of Hell's Bar …

There was surprise on Brother Yao's face and cold sweat trickled down his forehead. The cigarette at the corner of his mouth had been completely burnt to ashes and as his lips trembled, the ashes scattered to the ground, "This guy … "He's too good at fighting."

Just as Jiang Wuchen arrived at the bar, a security guard recognized him. A week ago, this security guard had accompanied Brother Yao and Lee Yovdu to fight with Jiang Wuchen at the construction site of the dilapidated building.

After recognizing him, the security guard immediately called Brother Yao.

The Brother Yao had brought people here, they did bring a lot, but they did not take action, some were just normal relations, some were just acquaintances, there were at least a dozen that could do it.

However, the reason why Brother Yao came here without fear was because of the brothers from Black Tiger Taekwondo Hall. They were all practicing martial arts, and could fight several people at once, especially Jiang Ming, who was also known as the deputy head instructor of Black Tiger Taekwondo Hall.

With so many people thinking, dealing with Jiang Wuchen shouldn't be a problem, right?

Who knows … Just that guy got up, and was kicked away by Jiang Wuchen, he fell on the ground and spat out acid.