In front of the noisy Tiger Roar Company, Wu Bei completed the Jedi suppression with his own strength!

That's right! It's just suppression!

When he saw the crowd of people kneeling in front of him, Jia Xiao, the youngest, suddenly realized what Wu Bei said before leaving the door, "The blood in the black clothes is not obvious."

Those who kill others will always kill them, and those who step on others will always step on them.

When hundreds of Chongshi gangsters gathered in Hu Xiao Company and wanted to take advantage of Wu Bei's reputation, their fate was decided!

When a tiger turns around, it will inevitably cause storm waves.

Wu Bei, the dormant tiger, was forced to awaken, so the person who awakens him must pay the price of bleeding.

"Ah...ah..."

Qi Jinlong covered his bloody thighs and sat on the ground in a mess, looking at Wu Bei in horror. The moment the bullet penetrated his body, he realized that he had never really seen through this man.

"This is the last time. If you can't influence you, then I will cremate you!"

Wu Bei grinned his lips from a high place.

Qi Jinlong was so scared that he lowered his head. At this time, he didn't even have the courage to look at each other, because no one was sure whether Wu Bei's next bullet would hit his head.

"My name is Wu Bei! Behind me is the tiger roar! Whoever moves my brick and tile will destroy the whole family!"

Staring at the gangsters crawling on the ground, Wu Bei sneered in a low voice, as if he was setting a pole for himself, and as if he was just accusing the tiger roar.

There is no shortage of guns in this world, and there are no shortage of people who dare to shoot. However, there are not many reckless men who can stand in place with confidence after firing the gun. Wu Bei happens to be one of them.

Most of the gangsters who knelt down were afraid of the firearms in Wu Bei's hands that could kill human life at any time, and many of them were really afraid of him.

You know, Wu Bei is an old acquaintance. He just asked what he asked, obviously giving the other party enough face. If someone else leads the team, the first shot will probably be more than just hitting the thigh.

"Huzi, drive!"

After examining the gangsters in front of him, Wu Bei's lips squirmed.

In less than a few seconds, Luohu drove to the company's door in his "Honda" sedan. Wu Bei stepped forward expressionlessly. The gangsters blocking the road hurriedly lay down and gave way. The situation was spectacular.

"Before I come back, whoever dares to slip away, I will come to visit anyone's house!"

The moment he pulled the car door open, Wu Bei seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned his head and grinned at the gangsters behind him.

At the same time, a thrilling battle was also taking place at the north exit of Chongshi Expressway.

Don't park a Buick business in a taxi.

Because both cars were very fast, the taxi directly broke the lift pole at the toll station, while the business car almost overturned, one end stuck to the guardrail next to the ramp, the front foot was completely recessed, and the ground was covered with broken glass scraps and plastic fragments.

The toll collector who survived the disaster screamed and jumped out, and several small cars preparing to get on the highway were blocked by force. Many drivers and passers-by poked their heads out to see what happened.

"The fare is enough to change to a new car!"

About two or three minutes passed, Wen Hao, who was on the co-pilot of the taxi, raised his head from the opened airbag.

He first moved away the folding spring that was pressing against the driver's crotch, then took out a bank card from his arms and took it on the steering wheel.

As the driver was tremblingly gaze, Wen Hao shook his dizzy head, tied the long hair scattered on his cheeks into a ponytail, and then jumped out of the car quickly.

"Chao Nima, you really think your life is too long!"

Not far away, in the business car that almost destroyed the car, the mad dog with bright earrings was also struggling to climb out of the back door, and his eyes were roaring with blood.

Wen Hao has a bruised nose and a swollen face, and looks terrible.

The mad dog was also covered in wounds. The impact just now made the gauze wrapped around his head spread, and he looked both crazy and morbid.

"Click!"

Wen Hao poked the clamping spring, and the sharp tip of the knife was breathtaking.

"Garbage! Waste residue!"

The mad dog looked around and picked up the front bumper that the business car hit, and strode towards him.

Although this guy looks unnatural, he actually knows fighting skills. He first deliberately provokes and stimulates with language, and then chooses longer weapons to defend himself. If he does it, Wen Hao will be 100% unlucky.

The two men were less than three or four meters apart and stopped at the same time.

It seems that they are looking for their respective loopholes, but it seems that they are waiting for their opponents to take action first.

Wen Hao's purpose is to hold the mad dog. Of course, the longer the stalemate, the more beneficial it is. But now the mad dog is running away. According to the phone call just now, Wu Bei has already fired a gun. If he grabs himself, he will be considered a roar to the tiger roar.

"Slap you to death!"

I really couldn't stand Wen Hao, so the mad dog swung the front bumper and swept towards Wen Hao with wind.

Wen Hao hurriedly dodged to the side, but he was just in the mood to the mad dog. He simply threw the bumper out, confusing Wen Hao's sight, then accelerated on the spot, and hit his shoulders and head heavily.

Wen Hao staggered backwards, and the mad dog grabbed Wen Hao's right wrist holding the spring and twisted it horizontally in the opposite direction.

Wen Hao instinctively raised his knee and hit the mad dog's ribs, and the two fell to the ground at the same time.

After falling down, the mad dog rode straight on Wen Hao's back faster and punched him hard. In my memory, when Wen Hao was fighting with him before, he had stabbed him with a knife in that position.

"ah!"

Sure enough, Wen Hao immediately gasped in pain.

"You waste of money, how dare you stop me!"

With one move, the mad dog became even more violent and punched several times in a row to hit Wen Hao's injured back, which made the opponent even scream!

"Can you do it! Waste?"

The more he beat, the more excited the mad dog grabbed Wen Hao's hair, lifted him up, and hit him with a "bang" on the door frame of his business car that was deformed.

Wen Hao fell down limply, struggling for two times but unable to get up, while the bloodstains of his fist-sized body slowly spread on the car door...
Chapter completed!