Chapter 226： More than people?

"I, say..." Howson patted his white **** with eczema for a few moments: ",,my,!"

"Kill him, kill them for me!" Hercules took off his turban, and the soaring anger made him like a sauna. He roared hysterically, bruises bulging on his bald forehead, and the fat on his face was almost twisted.

Hercules stepped back, 30 or so sturdy big men with grim expressions came forward, "Hula", surrounded the Tang Fang group.

"Men's life or death, that woman left me." There are two things in the world that men pursue eternally. Power and women, as for money, when it is so much that you can enjoy all the quality services, it becomes a number. Hercules is also unavoidable. For a beauty like Claire, even if she doesn't enjoy it, she can train her and give it to the officials.

The life of the noble lords has never been so glamorous and elegant as on the outside. Dirty, extravagance, promiscuity, incest...All dirty and nasty words can be used to describe their private lives.

"Gluck." A man with a scar on his face squeezed his finger bones and creaked, step by step approaching Howson, who was lifting his shorts. The man in the jacket sneered at Claire. Of course, there were men with bald and tattoos beside him.

As for Tang Fang, Grant, and Aros, there are also several gloomy thugs. The auditorium was already empty, and the referee on the ring was nowhere to be seen.

5vs35? No, it's 5vs37……39……43……

Another group of fighters walked out of the channel on both sides, they were fighters under Sherwood and Anthony. The people who mix in the underground boxing are more or less gangsters. Howson has made them a big ugly today, and the bonuses have been lost. Boxing matches are not available every day and there is no income. How to live the next week? Now this group has offended Hercules. They just took the opportunity to take revenge, and show off their evil anger.

"Okay, Sherwood, Anthony. Just kill them. The bonus you deserve will not be less." Hercules has stabilized his emotions and took a glass of wine from Du Yufu, staring coldly at the crowd. There are 5 people from Tang Fang.

"Huh." The fist wind swept across, with a strong force, and a fist went straight to Tang's door. Seeing the fist drew the way to avoid it, and didn't want to make the next set, and then ushered in the sweeping leg, again avoiding the sweeping leg, a black man with a large area of ​​burn marks from the left cheek to the chest had already rushed over.

Aros, Howson, and Grant were also in a bad situation next to them, and the attacks from all directions made them exhausted. As for Claire, the long skirt limits her movements. The situation is even more precarious.

Leaning past the black man, and struggling to dodge a punch in the assault vest behind him, Tang Fang squinted and glanced at the triumphant Hercules at the gate of the boxer's entrance. "Huh, better than people?"

Perhaps sensing Tang Fang's gaze, Hercules swallowed the liquor in his mouth. Lifting the corner of his mouth, he bends a cruel grin. Then, he saw the young kid smile at him.

That's right, he was smiling, and the smile was harsh. Hercules seemed to feel that there was a cold light sword across his throat, and the hairs all over his body stood up for a moment.

"Boom." The door of the lounge behind them was kicked open from the outside, and Hercules and Du Yufu looked back. I saw dozens of sturdy figures who walked on the road. Whether it was facial expressions or the temperament revealed by the whole body, they all gave people a kind of iron and blood, and the powerful men with awe-inspiring killing intent entered in file.

"Wh...who?" Hercules only felt her body shudder uncontrollably. He spent so long in the underworld in Wendenbat. What kind of person I have never seen, naturally I have no eyesight. These strangers who broke into the door exuded a strong, almost condensed, iron-blooded murderous aura, this kind of temperament, he has only seen some elite soldiers who have experienced battles.

How did they get in? What's the origin?

Because all his subordinates were sent to besiege the five Tang Fang, even Sherwood and Anthony's people joined in. At this time, there was only one Du Yufu beside Hercules.

Seeing that group of bad guys walked quickly, Du Yufuqiang was panicked and stepped forward and stopped in front of Hercules: "Who are you? Don't come here, you need to know..."

Halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly. A machine gunman who had taken off his power armor directly pinched his neck and slammed it back, only to hear a loud sound, Du Yufu crushed his entire body. On the coffee table, crush the glass surface. The tingling from his back and the sorrow of bones falling apart made his face twisted.

"Don't...you don't come here. Wolfe, Taot..." Hercules stepped back and called for help from the men who besieged Tang Fang and the others by the ring.

Unfortunately, the distant water could not save the near thirst, and under the pressing of the footsteps of another machine gunner, Hercules hit the wall with a "boom".

Although he is no longer the strong young man who was back then, it does not mean that he will sit and wait. Hercules quickly stretched his right hand to his waist, where his gun was placed. Unfortunately, the machine gunner reacted faster than him.

"Puff." A heavy punch hit his stomach with precision.

Hercules’ face was like a persimmon that quickly decayed and grew hairy. It was instantly covered with a layer of green and green, and it felt like 10,000 mad cows were running in the stomach, and then, with a "wow", he vomited everything he had eaten for dinner. come out.

Seafood, steak, foie gras, mousse, etc. spread all over the floor.

"Oh, vomit..." He almost vomited all the acid in his stomach for more than ten years, this kind of feeling has not been experienced in more than ten years.

The soldier retracted his fist and took the "Paladin m5" out of his waist. Then, his shoulders shrank, and poor Hercules fell on his vomit with a "puff".

The whole journey from throwing off Du Yufu to releasing Hercules took less than 20 seconds, the expression on the machine gunner's face was cold and cold, and there was no slight change from beginning to end.

Hercules was lying on the ground, her limbs twitching, and the corners of her mouth were filled with sour water. He stared blankly, watching dozens of machine gunners pass through the boxer tunnel into the underground hall at the end of his sight.

...

The battle ended quickly. Within 5 minutes before and after, Hercules' subordinates, Sherwood, Anthony and a dry boxer, lay on the ground wailing endlessly.

No one had expected that they would be surrounded and beaten by a sudden stranger, and they were all beaten to the ground.

The man in the jacket broke his arm, slammed his bald head on the ring and fainted. The man with the tattoo was thrown into the audience by a big guy. He fell and couldn't take care of himself...