"Cough cough, don't teach the kid to hurt!"
Zhang Feng flushed and touched his nose to hide his embarrassment.
Although I didn't see the real chapter, when I massaged the meridians of acupuncture points, the feeling was really not enough for outsiders.
"Dad, what else are you talking about, is the big sword the one that can slash people?" Tang Jingjing stopped playing with dolls, jumped out of bed, and ran to Zhang Feng barefoot.
Zhang Feng quickly picked her up and said with extreme earnestness: "Nanny, don't listen to the nonsense of those two sisters, you are a girl, you must not talk nonsense, understand?"
"Oh." Tang Jingjing looked down, blinked, looked at Si Yu, and slowly widened his curiosity. Few people could refuse.
"It's just a massage, the kind with color." Siyu said without even thinking about it.
"Thinking about rain!"
It's not Zhang Feng who is yelling at her alone. Ye Qingxuan, Li Jiangying, Xue Chen, plus the sentiment in the corridor, everyone is yelling at her.
"I... I'm just telling the truth." Siyu was startled, with a nerdy defense.
"The truth?" Zhang Feng was frustrated, handed Tang Jingjing to Li Jiangying, and walked to Si Yu in a stride, "Today the master of the sect will let you know what the truth is!"
Too used to these two dead girls, so that they are not big or small, and do nothing for a day!
After talking, just wave and hit...
"Oh!" Siyu jumped up, the pleated skirt flew, and the spring was boundless for a while.
Zhang Feng didn't have the time to appreciate the beautiful scenery. He slapped down, followed by two slaps. All the palms were used. Only a phantom was seen in the air, as if he was an eight-armed Luohan.
In the crisp sound of crackling, thinking about the rain and fleeing, Zhang Feng chased him, and within a moment, the two of them fled one by one and the other chased them, and disappeared.
"Smelly boy, actually ran away!"
Xue Chen knew Zhang Feng best and scolded angrily.
Others reminisced, laughed scornfully, life is like this, and it’s pretty good, full of fun.
The sun set, and the seaside town was dyed golden yellow by the afterglow of the setting sun. The place is small and there are not many people. When the sky is completely dark, there are few pedestrians on the street, giving people a peaceful and comfortable feeling.
At more than nine o'clock in the evening, a string of lights appeared on the dilapidated road outside the town.
There are as many as thirty or forty vehicles.
The motorcade stopped at the edge of the woods outside the town, and many people who were dressed in trendy fashion but with a bit of rogue atmosphere jumped out of the car. Amid the shouts, several people who looked like the boss gathered together.
"Boss, I won't say any nonsense. We are all here to avenge our own people. We will never ask for how many people are from each family!"
A brawny bald man stood up, his bald head was particularly bright under the dazzling car lights.
The bald head wore a flowered shirt, touched his head, and said, "Let me say first, all twenty people are Lianjiazi, and the lowest are 7-Ranks, two 8-Ranks!"
After speaking with a wave of hands, a group of people behind him came up, each with a cold face, and everyone had big knives, scimitars, and even unnamed strange weapons in their hands.
"Okay, there are twenty members of the Black Tiger Gang, and we cannot be less for the Prosperity Club. Thirty members, two of the eighth rank, and the others are all six or seven-rank masters!"
Another man stood up, dressed in a gray suit and no shirt, his exposed chest was all fancy tattoos.
Then, a large group of people gathered and walked over, with the same fierce expressions, they weren't good people at first glance.
Then, five more bosses stood up one by one, each reported on their own staff, and counted, there were more than one hundred and fifty warriors.
With so many masters gathered, what are they going to do
"Very good, enough manpower!"
The strong bald man stepped forward, raised his hand into a fist, and greeted everyone. The crowd by the woods immediately calmed down.
Everyone opened their eyes wide and stared at their bald heads.
"Let me just say something!" The bald man with a gloomy expression shouted: "This time, we are here to avenge the dead brothers. The murderer Zhang Feng is in the hotel in the small town, the only four in the town. Have you remembered all the floors?"
"remember!"
Everyone shouted loudly, and the woods with shaking voices were rustling.
The bald-headed man raised his hands and clenched his fists again. When everyone was quiet, he shouted again: "Listen well, we seven, rush in through the front and back doors of the hotel, and none of the people in the hotel will stay!"
"One does not stay... One does not stay!"
Everyone shouted again.
When the cries were over, the bald-headed man fingered the sparsely lit town and shouted: "Go!"
More than one hundred and fifty people, don’t ride, messy
He went down the road and walked into the small town. No one said anything along the way, but each holding a weapon, a fierce and wicked aura, the ghosts and gods were easy.
Occasionally pedestrians appeared in the small town. Seeing this group of people, they immediately found a place to hide. If there was no time to run, they climbed directly on the side of the road, shivering...
When approaching the hotel, the bald man waved his hand, and the three bosses immediately stood up, arched his hands, and took his men along the path to the back of the hotel.
The other seventy or eighty people waited almost the time, and under the order of the bald man, they trot up and went straight to the hotel gate a hundred meters away.
The sound of running shook the town at night.
The Philippine police who originally surrounded the hotel did not know when they withdrew. At this time, the hotel yard opened and a group of people rushed into the yard with ease.
"Kill, don't keep one!"
The strong bald man stopped and raised his arms and shouted.
Suddenly, the shouting and killing shook the sky, and dozens of people rushed into the hotel building with weapons such as machetes and steel rods high...
"Boom!" A loud noise came from the stairs, several gasoline drums, tumbling and knocking away the turbulent crowd.
"Dodge, avoid it!"
"Idiot, don't squeeze!"
The screams of Chiliquala sounded, and a group of people rushed too hard. The people in front found the gasoline cans rolling down and wanted to hide, but they were pushed and shoved by the people behind with nowhere to hide.
Then, a few gasoline cans turned the crowd over and screamed again and again.
"kill!"
Neat shouts sounded, and several burly men in black suits appeared on the stairs. Holding short knives, they all jumped up from the stairs and broke into the crowd.
In just a few moments, human flesh was flying.
Dozens of thugs from the Black Society have not received professional training at all. There is no problem in fighting in groups, but the real rush is completely out of the way. Can't get in at all.
In one assault, more than a dozen people were injured and fell to the ground.
"pull!"
Among the dark night gate disciples in black suits, a black-handed guy gave a low growl, and seven or eight people immediately pulled away, quickly soaked up the stairs, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Only a dozen people at the entrance of the lobby wailing on the ground, and the blood in one place...
(End of this chapter)