"mark!"

When the other three Arab-African League youths saw their companions being beaten, their expressions changed drastically.

"How dare you hit people??"

"You're done, you're done!"

The three people screamed in fright and anger.

"We don't know yet whether we will finish, but you will definitely finish." Wan Baiqiu looked slightly cold and punched out, hitting the nose of the young man from the Arab-African Alliance in front of him.

Click!

A very clear crisp sound.

Nosebleeds!

The Arab-African Union youth quickly covered his nose and screamed in pain, with painful tears and snot flowing down his nose: "You bitch, you are dead!"

"You dare to talk nonsense!" Wan Baiqiu raised his eyebrows and kicked him out without mercy, knocking the man several meters away and causing him to gnaw on the ground.

On the other side, Han Zhu and Du Yu also took action, beating the other two young men from the Arab-African Alliance until they were rolling on the ground with bruises on their noses and swollen faces.

Although they are warriors, in front of Han Zhu, Wang Teng and others, they have no power to fight back and can only be beaten.

"Relieve anger!"

After beating them for a long time, Han Zhu and Wang Teng slowly stopped their attacks, heaved a sigh of relief, and felt comfortable.

"Go away, let us see him again, and beat him every time." Wang Teng kicked a young man from the Arab-African Alliance on the butt and shouted coldly.
Chapter completed!