I'm going, like a pregnant woman?
Fan Jianming slammed the steering wheel, and the car swiftly drove toward the side of the road.
"Squeak--" He parked the car sideways on the side of the road, pushed the door to get out of the car, and shouted, "What are you doing?"
After speaking, Fan Jianming rushed over immediately.
The four young men in black suddenly turned around without saying a word, each holding a machete in their hands, instead of running away, they directly countered Fan Jianming.
Fan Jianming saw a woman lying on the ground with a pregnant belly. At this moment, he hurriedly got up and ran towards the depths of the green belt.
The woman was in no danger, and Fan Jianming was relieved, seeing four brand-new machete, reflecting the light of the street lamp, dazzlingly slashed at him.
Fan Jianming rose into the air and kicked out a series of sweeping legs in the air.
Feet are always longer than hands.
With a few "pops", Fan Jianming's toes kicked their wrists impartially. With four screams, Fan Jianming followed the machete in their hands to the ground.
Immediately, he tapped the ground with his toes again, and the whole person rose into the air again. There were four dull sounds of "bangs" again. Fan Jianming's feet firmly pushed the chests of the four people.
The four people, like dominoes, flew upside down one after another, falling all over the sky, unable to make a sound for a long time.
When Fan Jianming was about to walk over, he suddenly noticed that in three directions behind him, several black shadows pounced at the same time.
Fan Jianming turned around and saw that there were at least a dozen gangsters under the age of twenty-four, all holding a machete, and rushing towards him without saying a word.
That's not right!
This is not like an accidental crime. It seems that the pregnant woman who had been premeditated and whose target was not the right one is definitely for herself.
Fan Jianming didn't say a word, and took out the belt around his waist. First, he got up, stepped on the roof of the car, and directly countered the wave of people farthest from him.
This is the technique.
If you fight back at the person closest to you first, the people behind will continue to pounce.
He suddenly rushed to the far end, and the people who were already close to him had to turn around. In that case, the previous formation would be messed up.
Fan Jianming dropped his belt, and it was dark again. The gangsters only saw the dazzling knives in their hands, but they didn’t.
See the belt in Fan Jianming's hand.
There was a crackling sound, and many bastards didn't know what was going on. Either they felt a burst of hotness on their face, or there was a tearing pain in their wrists, and a series of screams were remembered one after another.
When the machete in his hand fell to the ground, the gangsters staggered around like they were struck by lightning.
The gangsters who turned back from both sides rushed towards Fan Jianming from left to right.
Fan Jianming waved his belt and used his fists and feet together. There was a crackling sound, mixed with the sound of being kicked by his leg and being hit by his fists.
Most gangsters don't know what's going on, and they feel that their chest, wrists, neck or forehead are either kicked or hit by their fists. Some only feel a hot tingling pain.
At the same time that the screams became a piece of thought, those dark shadows lay on the ground clatteringly.
Fan Jianming couldn't see who was the head, so he grabbed a bastard lying next to him and pinched his shoulder blades with his hands.
"Ah--" the screamer screamed hysterically: "Spare, spare, the boss, spare!"
"Say, who asked you to come?"
"Feng...Uncle Feng."
"Who is Uncle Feng?"
I go, even Uncle Feng doesn't know? The bastard was taken aback.
Fan Jianming tried hard, and the bastard screamed again: "Oh, oh, forgive me! Uncle Feng is Uncle Feng, he is the boss of the provincial capital! Ouch!"
"What's his name?"
"I don't know, I really don't know."
Fan Jianming kicked him into the air, then grabbed a person next to him, and also pinched his shoulder blades with his hands.
That person was still scolding the gangster before in his heart just now, why is it so useless? Why are you crying and crying when someone grabs your shoulders?
The person standing and talking didn't have any waist pain. He knew what was going on until Fan Jianming's hand grabbed his scapula.
An unprecedented pain, like an electric current, spread all over his body at the moment Fan Jianming grabbed his shoulder blade.
That kind of pain is a tearing pain, just like the bones of the whole body are breaking inch by inch.
Before Fan Jianming could ask, he blushed and shouted: "Oh, forgive me! Uncle Feng's name is Ye Feng, now
Just at the Lantianmen Hotel, waiting for our news. Ouch, forgiveness, forgiveness! "
It seemed that this guy was even more embarrassed. He said everything that Fan Jianming had asked and hadn't asked.
Fan Jianming found that there was another bastard next to him, frowning and staring at the bastard, which meant that he blamed him for talking too much.
Fan Jianming had let go of this mistake, and walked over to grab the gangster's shoulder blades. The gangster immediately screamed heartbreakingly: "Oh, boss, forgive me! What you want to know, didn't they say it all?"
"I want you to repeat it again."
"Ouch, well, we are from Uncle Feng. Uncle Feng's name is Ye Feng, and we are waiting for us at the Lantianmen Hotel. Ouch —"
"Why did he let you attack me?"
"Ouch, boss, we really don't know about that. Ouch-"
"Who is your head?"
"It's the one who called for help just now. She is Sister Min, who is next to Uncle Feng."
Fan Jianming looked up, and there seemed to be a small road in the depths of the green belt. At this time, a small car had already started, with a small light on, and drove away quietly.
Fan Jianming immediately opened the car door and sat in. After starting the car, he immediately chased him.
After seeing him leave, there were gangsters next to them, and they asked the three gangsters one after another: "I'm going, why are you talking about everything?"
"Nyma, who doesn't have back pain while standing and talking, ask the two of them, is that kind of pain human tolerable?"
Although the other two immediately agreed, the others still didn't believe it. After all, Fan Jianming squeezed so calmly. He didn't bear it, and he didn't know the extent of the pain.
The last one who was squeezed crying and screaming hurriedly took out his mobile phone. Instead of calling Sister Min, he called Ye Feng directly: "Uncle Feng, we are planted. You should leave the Blue Sky Gate Hotel quickly. That kid is already Rushed over."
"how many people?"
"A person!"
Ye Feng was about to scold him, but saw Sister Min's phone call in, so he had to hang up his phone and click on Sister Min's number.
"Uncle Feng, who are you letting us get? Good guy, that kind of kung fu, twenty brothers didn't say a word, they all lay on the ground in a few seconds, please run quickly. Emma, he seems I'm catching up."
(End of this chapter)