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After hearing this, Zhang Xiaojian's face became more gloomy. She said, the fuckin 'Tang Bang used to be a gang working for Chinese people. How has it become such a virtue? Can people of country a change their genes and forget where they came from.

For this kind of son of a bitch who forgets his ancestors, Zhang Xiaojian really has no good impression. Since you don't give face, don't blame me for being rude.

”Take me,” Zhang said coldly.

Then he took out some red thoughts and touched them on the black man's face, and all the wounds recovered instantly.

The black man jumped on the ground happily, took out a long knife from the corner and said, ”boss, they not only don't give me face, but also insult you. I'll fight with them.”

Zhang Xiaojian knew that the boy's nickname was Jin Gangxia, which was very good.

Before the car went out, the fat woman told in the back, ”be careful, no, we'll think of another way.”

King Kong nodded and killed Zhang Xiaojian.

The car stopped at the door of a bar. It looked like a middle-class bar. It was dusk and it was not crazy.

After entering the door, two golden haired beauties gave Zhang Xiaojian a coquettish look, and then blew kisses to him. It seems that there are still differences between countries.

There was no one on the first floor, nor anyone who looked like kung fu. The two blondes were not surprised to see King Kong dragging a long knife. It seemed that such things were common.

Zhang Xiaojian habitually put the perception ability out, and did not feel any danger.

On the third floor, there are a lot of people, but they are very quiet. They all sit on the sofa and quietly do what they like.

What makes Zhang Xiaojian very strange is that there are people reading books here, and they are very serious and attentive. It is a masterpiece, a miserable world.

This is to let Zhang Xiaojian look at this person with a new look. It is not a saying that the hooligans are not terrible, but afraid that the hooligans have culture.

For Zhang Xiaojian's arrival, the young people who read books seem to have no idea at all and are still quietly intoxicated.

”Son of a bitch, our boss is coming, sensible, hurry to make a certificate for me, or I will kill you.” Vajra is hot tempered, and he plays with the long knife twice, which makes the tiger and tiger grow wind.

The young man reading still did not move, nor did Zhang Xiaojian.

There are two people directly rushed over, I do not know where to pull out the bayonet, like the black body on the greeting.

The Negro did not show weakness, one by one, but he could not hide the other man's stab.

At this critical moment, there was a flash of fire on the man with the bayonet. Then there was the scream of Shenren, and then peace was restored.

A few wisps of fly ash fell from the room, accompanied by a burnt smell.

”This is your big brother.” The young people who are studying are not frightened by Zhang Xiaojian's fireball technique. They are still indifferent.

In fact, he had a little surprise in his heart, but it was just a moment.