squeak... squeak... bang!

A dozen people blocking the road were seen from a distance. The driver stepped on the brake pedals and the tires made a harsh friction sound. The bus stopped urgently less than ten meters away from them.

Before he could wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, the driver opened the window and cursed: "Fuck, what are you doing? You are not afraid of death when you block the road."

The eyes of more than a dozen gangsters glared at the same time, and the driver's expression condensed and he retracted his head back into the car.

"Get up, take Duan Ying out of the bus." Under the shade of the tree, the corner of the man with a fat face turned to the direction of the bus, and more than a dozen gangsters immediately surrounded him.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gangster raised his leg and kicked the car door a few times, and the passenger who was approaching the car door screamed harshly.

"What are they going to do?"

"Are we robbed?"

"I just knew that I shouldn't try to save trouble, but I should try to get a cheap black car!"

Seeing that the car door was not opened, the leading gangster lifted the iron stick in his palm, gestured at the car door a few times, and showed an arrogant smile on his face.

Fearing that the car door would be smashed, the driver looked at each other with the man who solicited the passengers, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

Squeak.

The car door opened, and the man who solicited the guest smiled and walked out of the car.

"Oh, what's the matter with you guys? Let's do some small business now. This is a little bit of a little. Please accept it with a smile." The man who solicited the guest was calm and smiled and stuffed the rolled up Dayuan coins into the leader's hands.

"It's quite good." The leading man weighed it a few times and directly collected the Yuan coins.

When the solicitor saw this scene, his heart slowed down slightly, and the expression on his face relaxed a little.

As soon as he took away the Dayuan coins, the leading gangster suddenly changed his appearance, sank his face, and pulled the man who was sobbing to the side: "Do a little bit, don't disturb us."

The leading gangster left most of them to watch the vehicle, took the two of them onto the bus, and stood in the aisle to look at each person carefully.

"I warn you, don't do anything randomly. We have so many passengers in our car, so we are not afraid of you!"

Chen Xu was wearing antique short-shots in front of him, and the average-looking man stood up with a slight whistle and shouted loudly.

"Huh?" The leading gangster didn't expect that under such circumstances, there would be someone who dared to touch their eyebrows.

"Damn it, who are you showing off? See if they dare to say anything?" The little brother behind the leading gangster pointed his hand at the other passengers around him. The passengers moved away from their eyes and did not dare to look at them.

When the man saw this scene, his face changed suddenly, but he still insisted: "I'm just a reminder."

"What do you want to remind me?" The younger brother took the lead, rushed to the man, raised his palm, and tried to slap him.

Bang!

The instinct that has been practiced for many years has made the man subconsciously move.

He avoided the slap in a short body and punched the gangster in the chest.

boring, boring, boring.

The gangster was so blasted that he took a few steps back, and bowed and coughed violently.

"Warrior?" The leading gangster was a little scared, but when he thought of the reward his boss promised, he shouted and raised his iron stick and smashed it on his head.

"You must be quick to avoid your eyes, and you can move around when you see the opportunity. You can take it from avoiding it. The real one will be born from the virtual place." The man murmured at the boxing routines given to him by his master, pressed and held the seats on both sides, and used the thrust to push himself out of the range of the iron rod attack.

This is the first time since he went down the mountain.

"What's the point?" The leading gangster took a few steps, handed the iron rod forward, and poked the man.

"It's a real martial arts fight!" Duan Ying in the back seat stared at the two people in the aisle with her eyes tightly, and pinched the corner of the book with both hands, looking even more nervous than the two people who were fighting.

The gangster who could only play randomly and was not a man who mastered several skills. He stepped on his leg and kicked the other in front of his chest, staggered backwards, and was supported by his younger brother behind him.

But in such a narrow environment, how could the man avoid all the attacks with his little means, covering his left arm and breathing heavily.

He knew his strength, and it was okay to deal with two or three ordinary people who did not know martial arts at the same time. One person fought with these dozens of gangsters holding various weapons. That was simply an old birthday star hanged himself - he was too old to be too old.

At the beginning, he shouldn't have stood up because he had some strength and wanted to intimidate these gangsters.

But now that things have come to this point, he has no choice but to take one step at a time.

"What are you doing when you have been kidnapping for so long?" The man with a fat face saw his little brother surrounding the car, but no one got out for a long time. Seeing the man in formal clothes with a little impatient look, he quickly rushed towards the bus.

"What are you doing? Ah, answer me?" After a few reproaches, the boss of Hengru crawled into the bus and looked up and saw his powerful left and right hands being held by his younger brother.

"Aliang, what's the situation you are doing? I'm so good at it?"

"Boss, that guy is a warrior, he's a little thrust. If it weren't for him, I'd have done it long ago." Aliang shook his dizzy head and raised his hand to point at the man.

"Warrior? Nowadays, who is not a warrior?"

The boss with a fat face loosened his neck, stretched his feet to the ground, bent his knees slightly, and acted as a beast to rush to eat.

"Which of these two people is stronger?" Duan Ying raised her head and looked in the direction of the two.

"I don't know, I haven't learned martial arts, so it's hard to draw a conclusion, but the passenger should be very strong if he knocked down two of them." The man on the right replied.

"The gangster boss will win." The voice came into the ears of the two, but the plain tone was filled with undeniable affirmation.

"Is that right?" Duan Ying fell on Chen Xu who was talking and thought slightly, "Oh, yes, you said it yourself. No wonder you can see it after practicing martial arts for a while."

“You won’t just make a judgment based on your body shape.

The difference in body shape between warriors is not an absolute indicator.

At least in my opinion, although neither of these two people is as tall as you, either of them can easily bring you down."

The man on Duan Ying's right hand was so salty and unpretentious that he said to Chen Xu, as if he was deliberately targeting him.

"You talk a lot."

Chen Xu's expression was indifferent and his body was still. A wisp of invisible momentum poked out and directly hit the man's eyebrows without attracting anyone's attention.

Dong.

The man's eyes were unconscious, his consciousness was disintegrating, and he fell to the back of the seat in front and fainted.

"What's wrong with him? What happened suddenly?" Duan Ying was stunned when she heard the movement, helped him up and leaned on her back.

"I guess it was because they were frightened by Hunan." Chen Xu replied casually. If anyone had thought that he would have never imagined that the culprit would be him.

"Ah!!!" A painful scream echoed in the bus, immediately attracting Duan Ying's attention.

The passenger in the antique short-dressing clothing was stepped on by the boss who was standing on his feet and was crushed hard by the soles of the shoes.

He raised his foot and kicked the man off the bus, allowing his subordinates to kick and vent.

"It's not something that should be standing up at any time, do you know? Don't always think about being a hero, otherwise the outcome will only be the same as him!"

The boss of Hengru glanced over a passenger around him and found that none of them dared to look at him. He nodded with satisfaction, his eyes fell on Duan Ying in the last row, and opened his mouth to reveal several large gold teeth inlaid: "Duan Ying, Miss Duan?"
Chapter completed!