A man shouted arrogantly, strode over, and stretched out his hand to break Leng Hua's hand.
Leng Hua glanced at the man and saw that there were seven or eight people following him. They were all burly and fierce-looking. Especially when he saw the other party reaching out to break his hand, he avoided the other party's outstretched hand, took his hand back, and said softly: "I didn't point at you."
"No? Do you think I'm blind? I was collecting the fees over there, and I saw you pointing your finger at me. Tell me! What do you want to do? Huh?"
He walked forward with his muscular chest, trying to use his pectoral muscles to hit Leng Hua, but he couldn't shake him at all when he took a step forward and used his pectoral muscles to hit him. This made him feel a little embarrassed.
Especially after trying several times, he still felt that the other party didn't even shake, so he became a little angry and raised his fist, and swung it heavily towards Leng Hua's gentle face.
"court death!"
The man shouted angrily and swung his fist, but the next moment, the fist did not hit Leng Hua. Instead, Leng Hua caught it with his hand, pushed it down, turned sideways, and kicked his knee with his toes, causing him to kneel down immediately.
“Hiss!”
The man gasped, one hand was twisted and clasped behind his back, his knees felt numb, and he couldn't even stand up. His face flushed, and he yelled at the seven or eight people standing there, "What are you still looking at? Hurry up!"
"Boy! Let our boss go!"
The seven or eight men drank, reached for their waists, pulled out the swords from their waists and slashed at Leng Hua.
Leng Hua pulled the man who was kneeling on the ground up to block the attack. The man turned pale and screamed, "Ah! Watch out! Watch out! Don't, don't hit me!"
He struggled to free his hand from the handcuffs, but as he struggled, he heard a cracking sound on his bones. The pain made him break out in a cold sweat, and he knew in his heart that his hand was broken!
"call!"
The blade could not be retracted, so it could only be chopped to the side. The air current passed by, frightening the man held by Leng Hua so much that his legs went limp. He gritted his teeth and yelled at the man swinging the knife: "Damn it! Do you want to kill me or save me? Hurry up and put the knife away and use your fists instead!"
However, at this moment, Leng Hua twisted the man with one hand, and rushed forward, knocking the man who rushed over with his fists to the ground in a few strokes. Looking at the men with bruised faces and noses, he twisted the one next to him and asked, "Do you want to fight again?"
"No, no more fighting." The man shook his head quickly.
Hearing this, Leng Hua pushed him and said, "Go away! Don't let me meet you again!"
As soon as the man was free, he hissed, holding his wound with one hand, and glanced at Leng Hua who turned and walked away. A vicious look flashed across his eyes. The next moment, he moved his sleeves and suddenly attacked with two hidden weapons.
"call out!"
Leng Hua originally wanted to let them go and had no intention of killing them. However, when he turned around, the murderous aura coming from behind made him turn back instantly. At the same time, he flicked his sleeves and a burst of spiritual energy burst out, sending the two hidden weapons back.
“Swoosh!”
The two hidden weapons returned and attacked the man. The man probably didn't expect that the hidden weapons would be attacked back. He was unable to dodge and the two hidden weapons pierced his chest.