Chapter 568： Which hand did you hurt the person with?

The intersection of the pedestrian street was crowded with people, and dozens of cars were blocked here and kept honking their horns.

When Shao Zifeng and others came over, it was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. At this time, quarrels continued to be heard.

"I don't apologize for hitting someone, do you think this is in your country?"

"We must apologize, because so many of us are here and we are afraid that he won't make it."

"Call the police, everyone is injured, you can't make him cheap!"

Yu Xiaoyu, who was supported by Li Yiren, became excited when she saw this. She waved her arms drunk and followed and shouted: "Apologize, apology...hiccup~"

"Little Yiyi, if you let me go, you must say... apologies!"

Yu Xiaoyu struggled to escape and squeezed in, and was squeezed by Li Yiren: "Teacher Xiaoyu, slow down... Captain, let's go first."

Shao Zifeng, who had been smelling the smell of wine for a long time, was a little bit up at this time. He looked at the crowded crowd under the traffic lights, and he felt an urge to join.

He glanced at Yu Xiaoyu who was constantly shaking, shook his head vigorously and said to several people: "Since the police have already been called, let's go back..."

Before he finished speaking, there were two screams from the crowd.

Two young black men were surrounded by the crowd with hippie smiles and looked at the people who were constantly yelling. One of them shook his fist and said in English: "What is the name of this group of yellow garbage?

Another chunky black man clenched his wrist: "Sheet, no matter what they are called, this **** dares to bite me."

Speaking, he suddenly lifted his foot and kicked the girl who fell on the ground in the abdomen.

boom!

The girl turned over after being kicked on the ground. She bowed her waist and groaned in pain, her black hair sticking to her blood-stained face, looking terrifying.

"what are you doing!!"

The young men in suits and leather shoes in the crowd threw down the briefcases in their hands, raised their fists and smashed the short chubby black man with an angry face.

The chunky black man smiled playfully, revealing two rows of white teeth. He sideways avoided the fist of the man in the suit, and the gray-black luster in his eyes flashed away.

boom!

The young man in a suit suddenly bowed, and the clothes on his back exploded, revealing the white shirt underneath.

Puff!

In the eyes of everyone in disbelief, the young man in a suit held his stomach and slowly knelt on the ground. The black-framed glasses slipped from his face and cracked, and then drops of red blood fell on the lenses.

The chunky black man shook his hand in disdain and said, "Trash is trash."

The tall black man frowned: "Freud, we are here to play, don't play too much."

"Got it." Freud shrugged nonchalantly: "Gabriel, you see, he hit my fist himself. You have to testify for me."

Their behavior caused greater anger among the onlookers, and five or six uncles rushed upwards with their fists.

Freud's eyes were cold, and the gray-black luster in his eyes became more and more intense, and the metal luster on his arm was glowing under the street lamp, and he raised his hand and slammed it on the face of the uncle in the front.

Uncle looked at the constantly enlarged fist, his face showed a touch of amazement, and the whole person was stunned.

Freud imagined what would happen next, with a smirk on his face.

clang!

At this moment, a big hand covered with rock grabbed his wrist, making a harsh sound of gold and iron, and sparks from the collision shot all around.

"War trainer! It's a war trainer! Call the alien management bureau!"

Seeing the scene of sparks everywhere, the crowd of onlookers didn't know what was going on. They screamed and stepped back and took out their mobile phones to shoot the video.

Freud was stunned when he saw the rocky palm. He turned his head and saw that there was no other person beside him.

Shao Zifeng's amber vertical pupils looked at the stocky black man indifferently, and Beibei squatted on his shoulders, flicking his long tail.

"Which hand hurt the person?"

"Weht?" Freud was a little confused at first, but then he realized that his hand was still being grasped. He tried to pull out his hand, only to find that the rocky palm was grasping him like iron tongs. Wrist.

Freud was a little embarrassed at once, and his **** face seemed even darker: "Damn, let me go!"

As he said, he suddenly raised his knee and slammed into Shao Zifeng's chest.

Scarlet flames burst out of Shao Zifeng's eyes, and imaginary dragon scales appeared in the corners of his eyes, and the rock covering his hands instantly cracked, bursting into fiery flames.

"what!!!"

Freud wailed in pain. He watched his wrists melt in horror: "Gabriel, it's just me, it's just me!"

The tall black man looked at the three people surrounding him and let out an angry roar: "Get out of here!"

laugh--

Xiang Nan bullied himself up with a cold face, and the dagger in his hand swiftly swept around his Gabriel's wrist, but a little spark appeared like a steel swipe.

His face changed, his eyes became pale in an instant, and a black air appeared on his body.

puff!

Rao Shiyou's attributes can be immune to some physical damage, and he is still smashed out by huge force to the south.

On the other side, Li Yiming and Kesar glanced at each other, circumventing them from left to right, raising their legs and kicking him in the chest fiercely.

Bang bang!

There were two dull noises, but Gabriel remained motionless, a trace of disdain flashed in his gray-black eyes, and his hands reached out and grabbed their ankles.

Kesar secretly said that it was not good but it was too late.

The muscles on Gabriel's arm soared, and he lifted the two of them and flew out suddenly: "Get out of here!"

Wow!

The two smashed the window of a street shop one after another, and smashed into the shop, causing bursts of exclamation.

After doing all this, Gabriel twisted his neck and smiled at Shao Zifeng.

clang!

At this time, an iron pipe slammed into Gabriel's head from behind, and the huge force made the iron pipe bend into his shape.

Gabriel turned around angrily, Hu Shiwu smiled awkwardly, and then ran away.

As he ran, he turned his head and shouted stubbornly: "Come chase me, if you catch me, hey! Hey! Hey!"

"Small man, stop for me!" Gabriel looked like an irritated bull, rushing towards Hu Shiwu, frightening the crowd onlookers over there and fleeing.

The flame in Shao Zifeng's hand gradually extinguished, and his palm fell into Freud's wrist, and molten iron was dripping around him, falling on the ground with a sizzle.

The golden-red vertical pupils swept across the two people lying on the ground, and the blood stains on the girl's face had dried up a bit. She was wearing a school uniform and looked young.

At this time, Li Yiren was helping them bandage, and the fierce conflict made Yu Xiaoyu also wake up, shaking around to help.

Shao Zifeng closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After opening his eyes, the flames in his pupils became more intense.

He stared coldly at Freud, who was on his knees and pleading.

"I'll ask again, which hand hurt the person."

Seeing the indifferent Shao Zifeng, Freud almost cried.

I don't understand what you said, eldest brother.

Can we speak English?

(PS: Knocking on the blackboard, this is not a forceful act, it is an important foreshadowing.)