C113 (2/2)

Everyone gathered around Duan Hong and the other three, afraid that they would run away and stay on the streets until the end.

At this time, it was already midnight. Usually, there would be a few vegetable vendors on this street, as well as some of Zhu Shan's Watermelon Society.

Right now, the entire street was empty except for the occasional rotting vegetable leaf or watermelon on the ground.

Some people who were so lively walked out of the Sant with others. There was even a Old Beggar among them whose mouth was filled with oil while chewing with half of a chicken leg in his hands. Dozens of people made this quiet street instantly bustle with noise and excitement.

The tattooed man took off his jacket, which had a few dragons painted on it and a few knife scars on his back. A few lackeys next to him found a pile of knives and steel rods from who knows where and shared one with each of them.

”Fuck, laozi had originally wanted to find some bad luck with the Black Dragon Society, but I didn't expect to run into you bastards first.”

The exploding man put a lot of toilet paper on top, including two sanitary napkins, he felt quite comfortable, he thought: No wonder women often use this, it's really good.

Duan Yuan had seen this kind of situation before and was so scared that her body was trembling. At this moment, she was regretting knowing this man, how she had even said that she loved him and was willing to give him everything, but now that she said that she would change his mind, she changed her mind.

He suddenly understood that other than his own little brother, all men were not good people. Every time he thought about it, it was his own body.

Fatty took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one up and took a bite. ”Hong, the sea is quite chaotic these days. Any dog would dare to come out and bite someone. Could it be that you haven't thought of reuniting with your family?”

Hehe, thinking about it is that I don't want to break the law.

Duan Hong said directly.

Duan Datong laughed and said: ”Sometimes breaking the law is also a good thing. Alright, leave these sheep to me.”

He turned to the exploding man and said, ”Where is your tattoo? Let me see, the acne is not counted. ”

< p > ”What?”

The exploding man considered himself to be rather famous on the Eastern Street, how could he laugh at a short fat guy who popped out of nowhere?

He swung his blade and cleaved down.

Duan Hong pulled Duan Yuan back a little. Zhu Shan prepared to go up and stop him as well, so he shook her head: ”Fatty is fine by himself.”

Zhu Shan could only hold his breath and watch.

Duan Datong looked at the blade that the exploding man was swinging at him. The force of the blade was extremely fast and it looked like Duan Datong had been fighting quite a bit.

< p > ”Hu!”

Duan Datong's short and fat left leg stomped on the ground, his body swaying like a gale or a mirage. Instead of dodging the descending blade, he rushed towards the exploding man like a leopard, his left hand slightly bent in front while his right hand pulled at his back, like an arrow leaving the profound.

The exploding man felt as if the meat in front of him was about to vanish. When he looked again, it was a pair of sharp little eyes, and then his heart felt as if it had been hit by a car.

< p > ”Kacha!”

With Duan Hong's sharp hearing, he heard that the exploding man had at least three broken ribs.

The exploding man screamed as he spat out blood and some pieces of his internal organs. His body was like a kite with a broken string as it flew five meters away before collapsing on the street. He rolled over two meters before fainting on the spot.

The fatty's punch should have a force of one ton, Duan Hong calculated in his heart. Ordinary people have several hundred pounds of strength, but those that weigh more than a thousand pounds are few. The power of two thousand pounds is similar to a car that has a force of eighty yards.

Duan Hong had this kind of feeling the most, he got beaten up quite a bit within the Ku Chan Temple.

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