One Hundred and Fortieth Chapters Like a Broken Bamboo

The man in the flowered shirt, the corpse picker and others who fell on the ground tried their best to move their bodies, hiding themselves at the edge of the alley, away from the fighting area, and at the same time looked at Qin Yang gloatingly.

You kid was so arrogant just now, it's over now.

More than 20 thugs, see how many you can hit!

Qin Yang stood on the spot, watching the thugs swarming up like a tide holding steel pipes, watermelon knives and other weapons, his fists were clenched suddenly, his eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and his face was full of anger.

If it wasn't me who was brave enough to stop the corpse picker today and last night, but just an ordinary person, what would happen to him today?

Being crippled with both hands affects a lifetime?

Is the price of being a good person so heavy?

I defeated the man in the flowered shirt, the man who picked up the corpse, and then the other party called so many thugs, because I am a practitioner, otherwise, even if I have received special training, I am afraid that I will be beaten by so many people. Get down!

Once you get down, you can even think of the consequences with your toes!

A group of garbage!

The scum of society!

Qin Yang rushed towards a group of thugs on the opposite side, and an extremely strange scene appeared in the whole alley.

In the dark alley, which is not spacious, there are fierce thugs holding various weapons high on one side, and an unarmed young man on the other. Both sides were sprinting forward, and then the two sides collided fiercely.

Like a bullet fired from a gun, Qin Yang rushed directly into the crowd.

Sticks are flying, watermelon knives are shining coldly...

The dull sound of a stick hitting a person...

The sound of bones breaking...

The screams of people...

Qin Yang avoided the sticks and the watermelon knives that hit the vital parts, and let the other sticks hit him, but his people were like fierce beasts out of the cage, powerfully attacking the people around him continuously body.

His fists, his feet, his elbows, his knees, and even his head seemed to have turned into an invincible weapon.

A punch hit the chest of the person opposite, clicked, and the ribs were broken...

A sweeping leg swept over the leg of the man behind holding the watermelon knife high, click, the calf bone broke...

Grabbing a man's clothes and dragging him over, with a ferocious headbutt, the man fell down with a face full of flowers...

Qin Yang also suffered a lot of sticks, but these sticks didn't seem to have any effect on him. His body was as strong and solid as if it was poured with steel bars.

Qin Yang was advancing. Like a fierce bayonet, he plunged into the dark crowd, broke through the black waves, and moved forward.

He is indomitable!

He is unstoppable!

He is invincible!

It's like looking down from the sky above a dark alley, and you can see a strange scene. A large group of people rushed up, but they were beaten back by one person, and people fell down continuously. On the road that one person kept moving forward, , Falling down one after another of his opponents.

Broken arms, broken legs, broken ribs, bloody faces...

The pride on the face of the man in the floral shirt froze.

The corpse picker's eyes were filled with horror.

The confidence and determination on the face of the bald man Qiang had completely disappeared, leaving only unconcealed panic.

Is this man a Tyrannosaurus?

Is he superman?

He saw with his own eyes that at least four or five iron rods fell on his back, but he still didn't beat him to the ground. Instead, Qin Yang dragged those people over and knocked them down with a punch.

The thugs who besieged Qinyang saw the people around them fall one after another. From the excitement before to the surprise and then to the fear, after more than a dozen thugs fell, the remaining ones retreated to the rear. No one dared to fight. Stand in front of Qin Yang, because anyone who stands in front of him has already been defeated.

Qin Yang stepped forward and continued to move forward, but as he advanced, the rest of the thugs retreated one after another, with terrified expressions on their faces.

Brother Qiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, with an embarrassed look on his face, he finally understood the meaning of what Qin Yang said just now.

"I hope you will still have the momentum you have now!"

Brother Qiang was so regretful that his intestines were green.

MD, what is the origin of this person, he has practiced before, otherwise how could he be so good at fighting?

What kind of monster did Xiao Qi provoke?

"Brother, wait, let's talk!"

Qin Yang's footsteps did not stop, he continued to approach, and said coldly: "The fight is not over yet, we will talk when the fight is over!"

Brother Qiang was about to cry. None of the people who fell under his hands were slightly injured. They all had broken arms, broken legs, broken ribs, or collapsed noses with blood on their faces. Although none of them were fatal injuries, none of them were injured. Minor injury!

If this is over, wouldn't he be like this too?

Will we still talk about yarn by then?

Brother Qiang stepped back involuntarily, and said loudly at the same time: "Brother, you have to be forgiving and forgiving. There is still a mountain as high as a mountain. I admit that I have fallen into this matter. How can I give up? You can draw the road." !"

"There are mountain high mountain?"

Qin Yang stopped and stared at Brother Qiang coldly: "Why, do you still have a boss? Do you want to give you two minutes to call your boss for rescue?"

When the man in the flowered shirt on the ground heard Qin Yang's words, he quickly lowered his head, wishing he could dig a hole in the ground and get down.

Didn't Qin Yang just give him two minutes to bring in the rescuers? Well, the rescuers came, and then they all lost their arms and legs, and they all fell down.

The man in the flower shirt was in despair. Brother Qiang would definitely not let him go if something like this happened today...

Brother Qiang subconsciously glanced at the man in the flowered shirt next to him, and looked at the other man who lowered his head in awe. For a moment, he felt like tearing his heart with his hands, MD, you are pushing your boss and me into the fire pit. !

Brother Qiang smiled reluctantly: "Where is my boss, I just bring a group of little brothers to beg for food, brother, my little brother has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai, I admit it, what do you say, I I agree."

Qin Yang stared at Brother Qiang coldly: "My principle is that people respect me one foot, and I respect others one foot. If people want to offend me, I will offend them. Sooner or later, I will pay back this principle. You should be better than me! "

Just when Qin Yang was about to rush up to kill Brother Fanqiang and wait for the last few people, a piercing siren sounded, quickly moving from far to near, and stopped at the side of the street outside the alley entrance, followed by the sound of dense footsteps, a large crowd The police quickly rushed into the alley, raising their pistols and aiming at everyone.

"lay down your weapon!"

"Raise your hands, hold your head, and squat down!"

Qin Yang frowned, took two steps back, and then raised his hands. He didn't want to be mistaken for an armed person, but Brother Qiang and the others on the opposite side were not frightened at the moment, but they were all stretched loose. Take a breath.

That's all right, the police are here!

This kid doesn't dare to do anything in front of the police, he has saved his own life...