Chapter 1372 (1/2)
”I'm wrong, let me go!”
The young man looked at the old car with tears on his face and asked for mercy in panic.
”Grass Mud Horse! People are running out, you fucking rush in!”
”Are you a fucking fool?”
”My brother is still lying in the fucking hospital! You have to find something! You're fucking busy, aren't you?”
The old car was like crazy. I couldn't hear the young people's voice for mercy. I kept waving a knife to vent my anger.
At the other end, Meng Liang took a pickaxe handle from others and directly put it on the window of the taxi at the back of the wheel.
”Awning!”
The glass broke all over the floor.
”Don't... don't...”
The driver shook his head and looked at Meng Liang in panic.
”What don't?”
Meng Liang grinned at the driver and asked.
”Please, don't hit me...”
The driver begged.
”Tell me, what are you doing here?”
Meng Liang lies on the window and asks with a smile on his face.
”Big... Big brother, I'm here to drive! I don't know anything!”
The driver has been scared to some collapse by Meng Liang.
”Pa!”
Meng Liang lit a cigarette, looked at the driver and put away his smile.
”You open the door, you go...” Meng Liang took a cigarette and said.
”Really... Really?”
”Give you three seconds to think!” Meng Liang raised three fingers.
”Three!”
”Bang!”
The driver directly pulled open the door and ran to the other end of the street at an amazing speed.
”Ha ha!”
Meng Liang looked at the driver's back and smiled, then pulled out the man who was the co pilot.
”What are you doing here?” Meng Liang asked the man with a cigarette in his mouth and looking at the co pilot.
”I... I'm here to help...” the co pilot's man looked at Meng Liangduo and replied.
”Did you get a B!”
Meng Liang's face changed, and his knee knocked violently on his stomach.
”Ah!”
The man screamed.
”Pooh!”
”Pooh!”
Meng Liang held a cigarette in his mouth and stabbed three times with an expressionless face. The blood dyed the young man's thigh red.
”I grass your mother!”
At this time, a young man holding a machete frantically hacked at Meng Liang.
”Liangzi, be careful!”
The old car shouted.
Meng Lian instinctively raised his hand and the Sharp Machete directly hit Meng Liang's arm.
”I fuck you, there are still people who dare to fight back!”
Meng Liang bared his teeth and scolded. His right leg lifted up and directly kicked on the young man's face. The young man flew out directly.
”Bang!”
”Bang!”
Meng Liang chased after him and then kicked two feet.
”Fuck you, they dare not fight back. Why do you dare?”
Meng Liang pinched the young man's neck and asked.
”If you hit my brother, I'll hit you!”
The young man was choked by Meng Liang, his face flushed, and his voice replied weakly.
”I hit your big brother just now?”
”Yes!” the young man nodded stubbornly.
Meng Liang looked at the young man, was silent, and then loosened the young man's neck.
”Cough...” the young man lay on the ground and coughed.
”How old are you?” Meng Liang asked with a frown.
“20！”
”You go!” Meng Liang waved to the young man.
”....” the young man didn't speak, but he didn't move.
”Get out of here! Or you'll end up like your big brother...”
With that, Meng Liang picked up the machete at his feet, wiped the blood on his arm and walked in the direction of the old car.
The young man lying on the ground watched Meng Liang leave with complex eyes. Then he stood up, dusted himself, and turned his head and ran in the opposite direction.
The battle outside the game hall lasted for more than ten minutes. Meng Liang and the old car and people directly lay opposite each other. As Meng Liang said, these people didn't even come out of the door from the beginning to the end of the battle.
”Get the fuck out of here!” Meng Liang knocked on the taxi door with a military thorn and shouted loudly.
The people in the car looked at Meng Liang as if they were looking at a beast. No one dared to come out.
”Bang!” Meng Liang knocked on the door again.
”Why? Don't you come out and fight?” Meng Liang stared at beads and shouted.
”No, no...”
At this time, I don't know who started it. The people in the car began to get out of the car one after another.
”Give me a squat!” the old car shouted at the opposite with a machete.
A minute later, the group gathered in the corner trembling, some squatting, some lying directly, because they couldn't stand up.
”Who is the leader?” Meng Liang lit a cigarette and looked at the group without expression.
”I... I am!” a bald head raised his hand tremblingly.