Staring at Gao Xing maliciously, they loosened their bones and surrounded them with a sneer.

"You forget that I have a big brother, huh."

He gasped for breath and turned his lips with disdain: "brother fan, help me."

"Well, no one can help you now."

A little brother picked up the stick that Gao Zhuang had just used and smashed it into Gao Zhuang's head: "a stick will blow your..."

The last two words of the head have not been said, the younger brother saw the foot board that expands unceasingly.

Bang.

A huge sound sounded, the whole man flew upside down in the air, nose shot out two blood.

At the critical moment, Lin Fan started.

"Gao Zhuang, you've done a good job."

To tired Gao Zhuang nodded, Lin Fan said with a smile: "next, give it to me, you will have a rest first."

"Thank you, Van Gogh. Be careful."

Looking at the little brother who flies one meter away, Gao Zhuang disdains to curl his mouth.

At the beginning, he also looked down on Lin fan, and then he was beaten by Lin Fan and cried for his father and mother.

"Fuck your grandmother, and kill this boy."

The remaining nine brothers surrounded Lin Fan one after another.

It seems that a glance at the surrounded Lin fan, Jin Dabiao curled his lips: "it doesn't mean anything. I don't advocate violence, but I advocate peaceful settlement of problems."

"It's a pity that I gave you a chance to surrender to me. Instead of cherishing it, you started."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Jin Dabiao took a puff of cigar: "since you don't want to join the gold medal glory, then you don't want to leave the casino."

In Jin Dabiao's eyes, Lin fan is 100% dead.

Gao Zhuang, who started just now, can resist for a while, because Gao Zhuang is as tall and strong as his name is.

It's impossible for ten thin people to resist the siege of Lin.

With this idea, not only Jin Dabiao, but also the onlookers.

It is a certain fact that Lin fan failed to win four fists.

Boom!

Bang!

However, the next scene directly upset their thoughts.

The nine thugs who besieged the past all ended up in the same way as the one who flew out.

A kick in the cheek, a blow in the chest

In less than three minutes, all the ten besieged gangsters fell to the ground and screamed.

This, this.

Looking at this scene in disbelief, everyone rubbed their eyes vigorously.

The same picture did not change. Ten gangsters fell to the ground, but Lin Fan was carrying his hands.

"Jin Dabiao, is cigar easy to smoke?"

Looking at the startled Jin Dabiao jokingly, Lin Fan walked over step by step: "smell the smoke, should it be a first-class cigar?"

Ten people hit one person, they were killed?!

It is not easy to return to God, but found that Lin fan has gone to the front.

Being looked at by Lin Fan's sharp eyes, Jin Dabiao instinctively felt a trace of fear: "this This is a good cigar The taste is OK... "

"It's a pity, Jin Dabiao."

Taking out his cigar from Jin Dabiao's mouth, Lin Fan sighed: "you don't know how to smoke cigars. Just now you smoked cigars in the wrong posture."

"What What do you say

Listen to the confused Jin Dabiao, Leng Leng: "smoking cigar posture is wrong, what is the meaning?"

Raised his hand, Lin Fan motioned: "can you see my palm clearly? Cigar smoking should be like this."

Voice just fell, Lin Fan a big mouth to throw in the past, and then threw back.

PA, PA.

The sound of two slaps in the face made all the people present dumbfounded.

"That's the right position for you to smoke a cigar, understand?"

Putting the cigar back into Jin Dabiao's mouth, Lin Fan sneered, "now you can smoke."