After the defeat, the black man was still unwilling. He suddenly rushed over like a large truck, and then rammed back with my waist, as if he wanted to hug me and fall from the roof.
Just kidding, this is the fiftieth floor. I can't imagine myself falling from here. I am sure that there is not a whole piece of flesh on my body.
I gritted my teeth and hit the black man’s head with an elbow. At first he just groaned, then after a scream, the whole person fainted, and I stopped just when I was just near the edge of the roof. If the blacks hold on for a while, it is estimated that we will be able to make a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate.
After the black man fainted, I hurriedly looked at the fat man and them to see how they were doing. The fat monk did not disappoint me. Another black man had been beaten to the ground by him, and he was now loosening the fat man! Worthy of being a Shaolin disciple, he has two sons.
But what makes me feel strange is that the middle-aged man is still sitting there drinking red wine like a okay person, seemingly not afraid of us at all.
I walked towards him slowly, no matter if he was genuine or pretending, he just treated the fat man like this, I must avenge my brother!
But at this moment, the fat guy who had just loosened his tie suddenly shouted at me: "Brother, be careful, this guy has a gun."
There was a chuckle in my heart, and I stopped hurriedly, no wonder I was arrogant. It turned out that there was a gun. Otherwise, his subordinates would be indifferent when he hit the ground. There are three of us here.
"Don't worry, I don't need a gun!" The middle-aged man said suddenly, and then took off his suit and tie, and unbuttoned his watch and buttons, really wanting to fight a battle with us.
I was a little surprised. I didn't need a gun and wanted a string of three? What is this person thinking? Except for me, the fat man and the fat monk were also a little surprised.
"Oh, I haven't loosened this old bone for a long time. Come on, Three British Fights Lu Bu, let me see how good you are, you can make a big noise in the teahouse." The middle-aged man said provocatively.
Fatty was the first to refuse to accept it. He didn't have so many intestines. He stepped on Fatty's feet just now. Now, he must get it back. It is estimated that even interest is required, whether it is a trap or something else.
The fat man rushed out like a ball and punched the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was short and agile, and suddenly he punched.
The punch was fast and accurate, and it hit the fat man's stomach directly.
The fat man screamed and spit out bitter water while holding his belly, but the name of Smiling Buddha is not a vegetarian. The fat man holding his belly and screaming was vain. When we all thought he had been beaten to the ground, suddenly He kicked it out.
The middle-aged man obviously didn't guess, but his reaction was quick, and he immediately vibrated, standing stiff like a rock.
After the fat man's kick was hit, it seemed as if he was kicking against an iron wall. He immediately stepped back a few steps, his heel cramped, and he couldn't stand still.
"Iron cloth shirt!" The fat monk suddenly exclaimed.
Iron cloth shirt? Does this kind of jerkiness really exist? I thought it was a product of a movie novel. I didn't expect it to be shown to me this time. The fat man's kick was definitely not light, but he bounced back on his own, indicating that it might be an iron shirt.
After the fat man suffered a loss, he dared not act rashly anymore, I winked at the fat monk and motioned for the two of us to come together.
The fat monk nodded and said that he understood that I was not ready. Suddenly his iron palm was shot. I cursed in my heart that Shaolin disciples were really "dirty".
The middle-aged man reacted very quickly. He noticed the fat monk the moment he took out his palm. He hurriedly faced each other with his palms. When the two palms were touching, the fat monk was actually at a disadvantage and was shocked to back again.
I was not idle at this time, and hit the middle-aged man's face with a punch. The middle-aged man grabbed my fist with his palm, and then twisted my whole hand.
I was not convinced, and his hind legs glared. His foot mentioned that it was blocked in the air. I instantly felt that I had kicked the iron pillar. The hardness was not comparable to that of meat, it was the same as iron.
After the middle-aged man restrained me, he slapped me on the back, and I flew out more than one meter away, and a sweet blood poured out from my mouth.
When the fat monk saw me fall to the ground, he shouted, and a series of sweeping legs came on the ground. The middle-aged man quickly jumped onto the table, but the table was kicked to pieces by the fat monk within a second.
The middle-aged man jumped off a big windmill, and then kicked the fat monk in the jaw with his back kick. The fat monk immediately fell back with his mouth full of blood.
In this moment, the three of us were beaten to the ground by the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man didn't seem to be very happy, he actually shouted: "Get up, three of them together!"
The fat monk and I wiped the blood from the corners of our mouths, and the anger was a little bit up. With the fat man, the three of us blasted the middle-aged man with one punch and kick.
The middle-aged man calmly avoided, and suddenly kicked us all out with three consecutive kicks.
His speed is very fast and his strength is great. Here, the fat monk has the most reaction, but even if he blocked it with his hand, he was still kicked out, directly kicking his arm off.
The three of us were beaten up and down by one person for a while, and there was no way to fight back.
"Brother, I can't beat it, use Taoism," the fat man whispered.
The fat man reminded you right, this man is too strong, we are not opponents at all, we will definitely lose if we don't need Dao skills!
Just when I was about to do it, suddenly the middle-aged man kicked over. I snorted and screamed. He was also an insider, as if he had seen through my tricks.
I was chanting a mantra, and I was kicked out without any defense. The fat man and the fat monk wanted to come over to cover, but the middle-aged man hit the two fat chests with his palms like wind, and after they vomited a mouthful of blood, It also fell to the ground and couldn't afford it.
At this time, the middle-aged man had come to me again. I hurriedly stood up and pinched his neck with the claw in my right hand, but he had already noticed that a hand grabbed my wrist like lightning and twisted. I just heard a "pop" and my hand was twisted.
The middle-aged man put his fingers up, and suddenly they touched the palms and veins of my palms. I suddenly felt the blood clotting, and I always felt that something was missing on my body.
Then the middle-aged man pointed at the center of my eyebrows and kicked me away.
I clutched my chest and gritted my teeth and sat up. My mouth was still chanting the mantra, but what I didn’t expect was that the mantra was of no use, and when chanting the mantra, I always felt that something was missing, my body It seems to be different from before, chanting mantras is like reading text aloud.
(End of this chapter)