V2.Chapter 402 (1/2)
As soon as a Sheng's word of death came out, Wang Fan rushed in front of him. Without waiting for a Sheng to respond, Wang Fan's fist had hit him in the face.
”Poof”
Half of the broken teeth, together with the blood in his mouth, were vomited out by a Sheng.
A Sheng, who was hit hard, turned his eyes and fell straight on the concrete steps. His men, too, had launched an attack on Wang Fan.
”Bang bang”
Wang Fan dodged the chopper behind him and turned to the guy behind him, which was a set of powerful critical attacks.
The man who attacked Wang Fan was beaten up and his face was full of pain.
Without waiting for the man's body to fall, Wang Fan snatched the machete in his hand and waved it to the partner beside the man.
”Cha Cha”
The sound of the blade cutting clothes covers the sound of the skin being cut. In a flash, the smell of blood permeates the whole space.
”Ah
Lin Na, splashed with blood on her face, squatted on the ground with her head in her hands, shouting loudly. Tears ran out of her eyes and ran down her cheek.
At this time, Wang Fan, who has already knocked over several strong men, has already stood beside Lin Na.
In the hand of the chopper turned a knife flower, shake off the blood bead on the knife body, Wang Fan rolled up his sleeve, revealing the skeleton tattoo on his arm.
”Hua Hua”
The rest of the strong men, looking at the injured and groaning companions on the ground, were scared to retreat.
Looking at these strong men with disdain on his face, Wang Fan pointed to one of the men with a machete, and was very arrogant to hook his fingers.
”Bang“
The man threw away his machete and shook his head in the face of Wang Fan.
The other strong men also threw away their weapons and pulled back a few steps obediently.
In the blink of an eye, he can chop and injure several strong men with weapons, and he is not injured at all.
In the eyes of these strong men, Wang Fan, whose arms are covered with skeletons, is no longer an ordinary man. He is just a devil, a devil coming out of hell.
”Do you have any cigarettes?” Wang Fan pointed to the man who was scared to shiver.
”Yes!” The man replied and took out a cigarette box from his pocket.
”I want a cigarette!” Wang Fan smile, his face showed a sunny smile, said to the man with a cigarette box.
Hearing Wang Fan's words, the man pulled out the cigarette from the cigarette box and hesitated to send it to Wang Fan.
Seeing the man's appearance, Wang Fan stretched out two fingers, made a cigarette gesture, and then nodded at him.
Trembling legs, the man walked forward carefully and handed the cigarette to Wang Fan.
The cigarette was lit by the flame of the lighter, and the burning smell of tobacco came out of Wang Fan's mouth. He reached out to the man, wiped the blood that had not dried up, and then said with a smile, ”go away!”
The frightened man turned his head and ran to the private room behind him. He closed the door of the private room quickly.