Chapter 441 (1/2)

Zheng Gongming's eyes are on the four roads and his ears are on all sides. Seeing that his own people have stabilized the situation, he has the heart to play with the short inch man.

This guy can do Taekwondo, and the number of segments is not low. His way of attack is simple and sharp, with strong lethality, which makes Zheng Gongming feel happy.

For so many years, Zheng Gongming has never done anything. It's good to fight, but once the violent devil is released, it's hard to send it back.

Short inch man has lost his stick. He reaches out and tries to catch Zheng Gongming's clothes. He's going to throw it over his shoulder.

However, in front of him, the old man in black robe was swimming like a fish. Every time he rushed forward, he always lost his figure. Several times, he clearly touched his clothes. When he clenched his fist, the corner of his clothes had slipped away from his palm.

Zheng Gongming moved sideways again, but his left foot and right foot didn't match properly, as if he was about to be pulled down.

Short inch man is not suspected to be deceitful, ecstatic rushed over.

However, at this time, Zheng Gongming's tottering body has already stood still, waiting for the short inch man to approach with a sneer.

”Bang!”

Zheng Gongming's big fists magically hit him, and then hit him in the eye.

This punch even cracked the eyes of the short inch man.

The short inch man howled, staggered back, and sat down on the ground.

Before that, those media reporters who gathered not far away were still full of excitement and felt that they had found the news that would be in the headlines tomorrow.

The confrontation between the hot-blooded youth and Huaxia Yisheng, how can this theme not be popular in this period of time.

However, when they saw that the hot-blooded youth in their own country were beaten to run away like dogs, and some people's eyes were broken, they were worried.

”Don't fight any more. Stop it!”

”Stop, I'm calling the police!”

There are also reporters holding a camera for a burst of fierce shooting, the Chinese doctors who beat people when the ferocious horror faces all to be photographed. These will be the iron evidence that they are bound on the cross of shame.

As long as these photos are published in the newspapers, those Chinese who come to participate in the competition must be drowned by the saliva of the Koguryo people.

Before the police came, the battle was over. The man who had beaten was lying on the ground moaning.

The leader of the mob organization, the short inch man, whose eyes were broken by Zheng Gongming's fist, covered his eyes and lay on the ground howling. From the gap between his fingers, blood spilled out and dripping on his face.

Zheng Gongming quickly walked up to the interpreter and reached for his breath. He found that he still had his heart beating and breathing. He knew that he was knocked unconscious and had no life safety for the time being, so he was relieved.

”Surround these Chinese people, don't let them run away.” Cried a reporter.

”Yes, blood debt, blood pay!”

Zheng Gongming stood up, pointed to the reporters and roared, ”don't try to bully Chinese people at any time. If you want to go to war, I will give up my skin to accompany you to the end. ”

In fact, most of the reporters can't understand Chinese and what he is shouting.