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At this moment, the pitch-black barrel was tightly grasped by a large hand. Just a moment ago, that large hand had forcefully lowered the barrel and tilted the muzzle downwards.

The bullet did not pierce through Fang Yishan's forehead, but instead slanted down and pierced through his thigh.

Everyone followed the direction of the hand and saw that the owner of the hand was a handsome young man who appeared to be in his twenties.

He looked relaxed now, holding the barrel of the gun in one hand and a goblet in the other.

Shaking his head, he poured the wine into his mouth. He then smacked his lips and said, "Tsk, tsk, good wine. Lafite of 82 years."

Everyone's minds were filled with residual thoughts. They didn't know what kind of guts this brat had to actually hold the barrel of the gun with one hand. Could it be that he wasn't afraid of getting hurt by the fire?

He had a metal bullet attached to his body, but it wasn't much of a joke.

Besides, this was clearly a bathing area. Where did this fellow find this wine from?

And it was for eighty-two years!

"Thank you, this old man owes you his life."

Fang Yishan tore off a piece of cloth from his body and casually wrapped the wound that was continuously bleeding with a simple bandage, as though he did not care about the gun wound at all.

Although he looked calm on the surface, he was actually shocked in his heart!

Fang Yishan's eyelids jumped wildly, he clearly remembered that Du Chunfeng was ten meters away from him.

The moment that brat had fired his gun, Fang Yishan himself felt that he was dead for sure.

However, he never expected that the guy would actually run over from ten meters away and save him.

Fast reaction!

It was fast!

Great Strength!

It would be unreliable to describe this fellow as a lion or a tiger.

The best way to describe it was that this guy was simply a super human. Apart from being unable to fly, he could basically do everything else.

"Sure, sure. Then I'll send you to the hospital first?" Or should I wait for your revenge? "

Du Chunfeng asked as he gulped down a bottle of Lafite that cost a few hundred thousand yuan.

Du Chunfeng had been muddling along on the battlefield all year, but when had he ever enjoyed the life of a rich person leisurely?

No matter how high grade the wine was, in his eyes, it was only used to quench his thirst.

"Humph!" This phrase 'a gentleman takes revenge ten years later' is not suitable for me, if I have a grudge, I will take it on the spot. "

Fang Yishan coldly snorted.

His pair of eyes were fixated on the little hoodlum, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

Du Chunfeng nodded his head to show that he understood and snatched the spear from the little hoodlum's hands. He retreated to a corner to find a seat and sat down, then drank his own wine.

Seeing that Du Chunfeng did not have any plans to make a move, the delinquents could not help but be overjoyed.

After all, Du Chunfeng's method of saving the old man from the attack was extremely terrifying. If Du Chunfeng had joined in too, then they would have no choice but to scram and run.

Fang Yishan's thigh was shot, so he could only raise his injured leg and hover in midair while his other foot tiptoed nonstop to maintain his balance.

At this time, Fang Yishan's face was pale and his hair was in disarray, but there was no fear in his eyes, as if he was an old lion that was unwilling to surrender and protect his own territory.

A few hoodlums gathered over once again, and sized Fang Yishan up from head to toe with malicious intentions, and waited for the right time to attack.

Although Fang Yishan had been shot, the shock he had brought them was still too big, to the point that they did not dare to be reckless.

The smell of gunpowder permeated the air. No one knew who shouted, "Charge!"

Finally, the gunpowder was completely ignited.

"Swish!"

tiptoed, and both of his hands actually grabbed onto two sharp blades, then he forcefully pulled forward, pulling the two delinquents closer, then he sent a fist up to their noses, almost instantly taking care of them. Clang clang clang clang clang.

The two delinquents' noses were flattened as blood continued to flow out. They didn't even have time to struggle before they fainted.

"Damn it!" Don't go head to head with him! "Attack his legs!"

The little hoodlum who had fired the shot saw that the situation was not good and knew that he would not win with a frontal attack, so he shouted loudly.

A delinquent quickly squatted down and swept his iron rod towards Fang Yishan's leg. Crack!

As long as he could knock this old man down to the ground, he would be at the mercy of others!

Thinking of this, the little hoodlum's mouth hooked into a cruel smile.

Their gang was famous for their ruthlessness in this area, which one of them didn't know of it?

If tonight, their entire gang was beaten up by an old man in his sixties, if this got out, they would probably stop messing around and just go home to roast sweet potatoes.

Therefore, in order to protect his noble status as a hooligan and for the sake of the honor of the entire team, he must succeed in this blow.

Of course, the little hoodlum didn't think that it would be so grand. He only knew that more than half of his gang members had already been beaten to the ground by that old geezer. If this continued, then the next one to fall would be him.

Fang Yishan did not do as he wished. His foot that seemed to be independent from the rest of the world bent, and with a leap, he actually jumped nearly a meter, easily dodging the rod.

Then, Fang Yishan raised his good leg and kicked the fellow in the chest fiercely. Finally, he used that leg to perfectly hit the ground.

The hooligan was kicked and sent flying. He slid on the ground for three to four meters before finally crashing into the table and fainting.

Everyone was dumbstruck. They were all shocked speechless.

"Good kung fu!"

A spectator in the crowd almost forgot that this was a fight, as he was completely convinced by Fang Yishan's identity and couldn't help but praise him.

At the same time, outside the Feng Yue Bath, a group of people were leisurely walking over. The one leading them was a bald man with a fierce-looking face and a scar on one eye.

At this moment, he was hugging two heavily made up women. A pair of big greasy hands were constantly moving up and down his slender waist and round, perky buttocks.

"Boss, there seems to be a problem inside. Has someone come to ruin the scene?"

One of his lackeys heard the sound of crackling in the bathing area in front and immediately led a few people over.

"Stop, it's closed inside."

A man wearing a black raincoat said in a cold tone.

"Close? F * ck your mother! This is where laozi stands! "

The fellow let out a strange cry as he pulled out a brick and smashed it onto the black-clothed man's head.

The brick was broken into several pieces. The black-clothed man staggered two steps and barely stopped. Just as he was about to make a move, he stopped.

The fat guy behind him was so familiar. Baldy, chubby face … Dao Ba.

It's the Steppe!

He's not inside!

"Go and report it!" Steppe is outside! "

The man shouted to his other comrade, and pounced towards Steppe.

"Stop that person!" Don't let him come in and tell us! "

Seeing that someone was running towards the wind and moon bathing area, Steppe immediately understood and anxiously shouted.