Chapter 540 Yakuza Can Also Hit Casually?

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Yakuza is good at intimidation and intimidation, and Zhou Qingfeng is also good at suppressing Liwei. He glanced at them, and there were seven people in total. Most of the opponent's weapons are baseball bats, but the little boss holds a gleaming bat in his hand. This thin and sharp piece was held by the little boss with both hands, quite a bit like an old Japanese samurai.

"To be honest, I just want to laugh when I see you wearing a loincloth. I really don't know why you have such a hobby? And your large area of ​​tattoos, in my eyes, only idiots do it. "Zhou Qingfeng didn't dodge or dodge, but took two steps forward to face the front.

"Ignorant reptile, you have to pay the price for provoking a big opponent." The little boss on the opposite side was furious immediately, with both hands vigorously, he raised his blade high and made a slash, and shouted loudly: "Yingfengyi, break!"

Break..., break..., break...!

It really has a lingering sound, and it lingers around the beam for three days without a break.

Zhou Qingfeng kicked him in the crotch when he was forced to come close when the little boss said the word "broken". No one in this world could match him in terms of speed. There is no martial art in this world that cannot be broken, only fast. In terms of dexterity, he is far superior to ordinary people.

This kick kicked the egg extremely swiftly and violently. Just after the handle was too high, the little boss bent like a lobster, flew up with a bang, and fell backward with a gust of wind. But he got down and sat on his buttocks. After sliding for a few meters, he stopped steadily, and then...

The little boss still maintains the posture of holding the prince high, but his eyes are staring like dead fish, and he can put a fist in his mouth when he opens his mouth. He was suffocated by Zhou Qingfeng's kick, his face was already red, and what's more, he didn't feel any sensation in the lower half, and he couldn't move.

"Except for the imposing manner, the others are not worth mentioning." Zhou Qingfeng curled his lips in disdain, the kick he made was fierce and ruthless, and his left and right hands watched his little boss fly backwards. This effect made everyone who saw it not tense their feet, and felt the numbness in their crotch, as if they had also been kicked.

After a long time, the little boss who had already broken his egg choked out a sentence, "Baga, are you just watching like this? Kill that bastard for me!"

Yakuza has a strict hierarchy, and the status of superiors and subordinates is clear. As soon as the little boss spoke, the other hands immediately rushed towards Zhou Qingfeng with a shout, and smashed them randomly with sticks. There was a burst of intense ping-pong-pong sound at the front desk, the glass shattered, and the staff screamed, but it stopped within half a minute.

According to the normal situation, this kind of one-sided fighting could not last for too long. The weaker side either ran away like a bereaved dog, or fell to the ground and continued to be insulted and beaten.

Yi, who was acting as the front desk, heard that the fighting outside seemed to have stopped, so he got out from under the stage where he was hiding. Just as soon as she came out, she saw a bloody head leaning against the glass plate in front of her stage. The bridge of the nose of this head is crooked, the jaw is dislocated, there is a black mark on the eye, and the mouth is weakly crying out in pain.

Ya butterfly!

Front desk art was terrified by this bloody scene, and she backed up several steps until she bumped into a screen. Only then did she see clearly that a group of people fell outside the front desk, some short ones were overturned, and the ground was messy. Some people were even terrified, hitting the window, not to mention breaking the glass, half of them were still stuck on it, and they were crying for help with trembling hands and feet.

But in this messy scene, the man in the sunglasses who should have fallen the most has nothing to do with it. With one shoulder on his back and a file bag in his hand, he walked over again and asked, "Where is Joji Kitagawa?"

"Your Excellency Beichuan is not here." Front desk art was also frightened, she was afraid that she would be killed if she didn't say a word correctly.

"Then where are the signing files of the artists in your firm?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

Yi shook his head and cried, "I'm sorry, I don't know, please let me go."

"I also think you don't know." Zhou Qingfeng nodded,

Then he dragged over the man who used the 'Yingfeng One'. The guy embroidered with all kinds of ghost patterns now lost all his fierce flames, and was dragged forward by his ears, screaming all the time.

Zhou Qingfeng picked up the handle, and stabbed it into the palm of the little boss's palm. When he pierced to the bottom, blood poured out. The little boss wanted to struggle but didn't dare to move in pain, so he kept yelling and cursing. As a result, Zhou Qingfeng twisted the handle, and the wound that had been pierced was completely torn open, and the tendons and bones were separated.

Zhou Qingfeng pulled out the crown, and pierced the other hand of the little boss, and asked with a sneer, "Do you want to do it again?"

This man is too fierce!

"No, no, I admit defeat. Your Excellency is brave enough, I am not as good as it." The little boss was already in pain, and he could only plead on the ground, "Whatever you want, just ask, we will definitely foot."

"A child named Hashimoto Nai signed a contract with you, and I hope to cancel this contract." Zhou Qingfeng said in a deep voice.

"Yes, the contract is in the safe in the manager's office, and you can get it by looking for someone inside." The little boss couldn't hold on anymore, and passed out after saying this.

This place is the entrance of the Nitta Group and also the Beichuan Office. In addition to a few yakuza who look after the facade, there are more than 20 office staff working inside. As soon as they heard the sound of fighting outside, these people hid and waited for the matter to subside, but the fierce god came to the door.

"Hurry up and find out Hashimoto Nana's contract." Under Tai's threat, Zhou Qingfeng forced several Japanese employees to keep busy. The ordinary staff here seem to be serious and well-behaved.

After repeatedly questioning whether there was any legal ties, Zhou Qingfeng left the firm with two contracts. But the people in the office looked at the scene of smashing the scene, and they were all stunned—someone killed them single-handedly, and turned over the seven vicious Yakuza without any care. This has never happened before.

"This level of power, how terrifying!"

"It's really shocking. This mysterious man broke in like a tyrannosaurus rex."

"Your Excellency Beichuan will definitely be furious. Even if you can't find this man, you will definitely take revenge on that child named Hashimoto Nai."

A bunch of staff were talking about it, but it was not as shocking as Li Xiang who was guarding outside. According to the little man with a round face, the final outcome of the mysterious 'Lin Sang' is nothing more than escaping in embarrassment. Maybe he couldn't even escape, because he was thrown out.

After all, Yakuza gangs like the Nitta-gumi are not easy to mess with, and their office is a stronghold, and there must be people stationed there. It would be nice for 'Lin Sang' to go in alone and get out of the way, but I dare not think about anything else.

But in fact, not long after 'Lin Sang' entered, there was a burst of shouting, followed by the clatter of people and the destruction of objects. Hearing this chaotic noise, the pedestrians passing by all left in a hurry.

But at the end of the sound, it ended with the shattering of a glass window in Sany. A man with a bloody face crashed out of the window, screaming on the window. Lixiang thought that person was 'Lin Sang', but it turned out to be a Yakuza with tattoos.

After a while, Zhou Qingfeng came out happily wearing a hat and sunglasses, and saw Lixiang hiding behind a street corner looking at him in astonishment. "Okay, no lawyers, no time. Now that the contract is in place, we can go!"

"Hey...! Lin Sang, you got Nai-chan's contract? How did you do it?"

"They'll be fine with one meal."

"...,...,..., your way to deal with Yakuza is to have a meal?" The round face stuttered, feeling that the world view was about to collapse. If Yakuza can be casual, is it still Yakuza? (.)

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