The old tailor is still condemning himself for betraying his neighbors, holding his shoulders and saying to himself: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Suddenly saw the bandage man walking towards him, showing a suffocation, holding a vise in his hand. .
"what!"
The old tailor screamed and hugged the telephone pole quickly.
The bandage man squatted down beside him, and he was cutting the chain with a vise. With a click, the chain was cut. The old tailor stared in disbelief, and he was free.
"I don't want to live! How dare I fight against Mo!" A woman's face appeared in the next window, "Uh, who are you?"
The bandage man glanced at the talking woman, and then said to the old tailor: "Hurry home."
The old tailor didn't know what to say, clutching his private parts, and rushed back to his home.
The bandage man wrapped the iron chain on the ground around his fist, clenched it tightly, and walked out of Dogskin Alley with iron determination.
In the loan shark office, a group of people leaned on their chairs, smoking cigarettes with drug-like expressions, and Kaowei was tied into a dumpling and placed on the table like a tribute.
The little brother said: "Will he come?"
"Isn't this a man?" "Impressionist" said contemptuously.
"What if he just won't come?"
"Impressionist" gave Kaowei a cold look and said, "If your man doesn't come, how shall we clean up you?"
"Pack your MB and go!" Kao Wei scolded angrily.
"Go find some toothpicks and string her mouth B together."
"Toothpicks are too brittle, you have to use needles." The younger brother seriously suggested.
"Then you go find a needle! Ask me everything. When I catch Wang Xi, he will be the eldest brother. Li Wanji every day, how can you have the time to deal with these bad things." Thinking of a bright future, the "Impressionists" are happy. Laugh, the kids also laughed.
Suddenly, their smiles solidified on their faces, and there was a man in a windbreaker standing outside the door with a thick bandage on his face, like a mummy crawling out of an ancient tomb, his whole body exuding a weird aura.
The "Impressionists" flicked the cigarette butt and went outside, tilting their heads to look at the visitors, "Wang Xi?"
The bandage man said, "Even if I said no, you wouldn't believe it!"
"Aren't you!?" The "Impressionists" suddenly made an exaggerated move, "You are Wang Xi, so please watch the TV set that I sent you back then. The blown up face is still not good, haha!"
"It doesn't matter if I am Wang Xi or not." The man with a bandage wrapped his right fist with his left hand.
The "Impressionist" smile stopped, he licked his lips, "Copy guys, just leave a breath!"
The boys pulled out the wooden sticks from under the table and rushed out shouting. These wooden sticks are very sinister. There are iron nails on them. The bandage man kicked the front boy flying by a side kick. After his right foot fell on the ground, his left leg was like a spring. Lifting up, kicked another little brother.
The remaining few younger brothers have already been killed close, one of them screamed, picking up a wooden stick and smashing his head. The bandaged man clenched his right fist and punched it. The fist wrapped in an iron chain smashed the wooden stick like a hammer. Hit the little brother's face, and a bloody tooth flew out of the deformed mouth.
"MLGB!" "Impressionist" cursed, grabbing the hair of a shrinking little brother, kicking him away, and snatching the wooden stick in his hand.
He made a strange cry of "drink and drink", the wooden stick danced dazzlingly, and the bandaged man dodged again and again, taking a chance to grab the wooden stick with his left hand, and hit the "impressionist" with his right fist on the head.
The "Impressionist" hit back with a head hammer and hit the opponent's fist with his forehead. It was also fierce. The bandaged man’s fist was hurt by the iron chain. He is also full of blood.
He didn't hesitate at all. He laughed wildly and kicked the bandage man's abdomen. The bandage man staggered backwards. The "Impressionist" leaped forward like a mad dog. A hook kick was blocked by the bandage man with his right fist. This is very aggressive. , The flaw is also very big. The bandage man grabbed the "Impressionist" leg and threw him out, and then caught up with him. When the "Impressionist" just got up and kicked, the "Impressionist" was recruited, and the whole person slid on the ground. He vomited a mouthful of blood when he was far away, but the smile on his face became brighter.
"Little bitch, your skills have risen in the past two years!" "Impressionists" wiped the blood from his lips.
The bandaged man pointed at the office, "Bulling a woman, don't you have a mother?"
"Don't compare my mother with this kind of woman!" "Impressionist" roared, rushed over, and jumped directly into the air.
The bandage man misjudged his action as a kicking technique, but he did not expect it to be a grappling technique—scissors. The "Impressionist" legs clamped the bandage man and turned it around. Using his weight, he threw the bandage man to the ground. The legs held the bandage man's head tightly like iron tongs.
The bandage man clenched his fist and punched his crotch several times. The "Impressionist" who had gained power within a few seconds was almost cast off with an iron fist. He screamed and separated from him. He spun around on the ground with his hands on the ground. , Feet kicked the bandage man's face like a shit.
This trick was so insidious that the bandage man was caught off guard, but when the opponent retracted his leg, he grabbed his ankle and stood up and backed away quickly.
The "Impressionist" was forced to walk on the ground with his hands. When the bandage man dragged him to a street light pole, he shouted and smashed the "Impressionist" towards the telephone pole. The "Impressionist" waist hit the street light pole. He almost didn't break it, he hugged the street light pole and kicked his feet back vigorously.
Knowing that this kid is good at legwork, this time the bandage man was guarded and avoided this foot flexibly. He judged the situation and used a very vicious trick, kicking the "Impressionist" waist wildly from the side.
"Impressionist" hugged on the pillar, and the impact of this foot hit him firmly. He screamed and fell to the ground, then was pulled up by the bandaged man by his clothes, and hit a few punches in the face.
The more he was beaten, the "Impressionists" became more arrogant. He threatened with blood, "I will never let you go... I'm going to sell that watch to the cellar... Let fifteen blacks give her..."
"Go to hell you!"
Under a punch full of anger, the "Impressionist" passed out, and his entire face was bloody, terrible.
The bandage man was panting. The little brother on the ground was either struggling or groaning, or he had already escaped. He walked towards the office and found that Corvey was missing. He rudely searched the entire office and suddenly an office The landline rang.
He had the instinct that the phone was called to himself, so he picked it up and the other party said, "You are too low-key to say that you are incognito. As for a woman, Wang Xi, let's talk!"
"Release the person, it has nothing to do with her!" the bandage man said angrily.
"It has nothing to do with her, but she is a weight to threaten you, just like you are threatening me with that thing, let's meet!"