It's a firearm!

This fat man actually has a firearm on him?

After swallowing, the fat man held up the gun with both hands, pointed the gun at him, and shouted: "Don't move! If you move, I'll shoot!"

Murong Fu stared at him coldly and made no move.

When the fat man saw him standing there, he felt a little relieved.

"I didn't see it! He's still a practicing master."

The fat man shouted to the big men lying on the ground: "Qiangzi, Huazi, Yuanzi, are you all okay?"

The tall man with a short head struggled to get up, retched twice, wiped the corners of his mouth, and straightened up with a curse: "I'm fine, this bastard is pretty good at fighting!"

As he spoke, he leaned over to help the round-faced man, but as soon as he touched his arm, the round-faced man screamed.

"Mariko's arm was dislocated and she's fine."

The burly man with a short head said something.

The fat man's expression darkened, and he glanced at the square-faced strong man who was still curled up on the ground. He hesitated and did not speak.

He could clearly see the kick Murong Fu had just kicked in the crotch. Hua Zi probably wouldn't be able to get up for a while.

"Damn, you're really good at fighting!"

The fat man had a dark face and pointed the gun at Murong Fu: "Will you try moving again?"

Looking at him, the tension in Murong Fu's heart subsided a little, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

Peking is the capital city. How can an ordinary person carry a pistol with him?

Unless he is a police officer.

But this fat guy doesn’t look like a policeman even after losing a layer of skin, so where did his gun come from?

Is that a real gun?

Seeing the strong man with a short head helping the big man with a round face, the fat man felt a little calmer.

"Get those girls out of here!"

He ordered the strong man with short hair.

The burly man with a short head responded and walked towards the rear door.

In the back seat, Jiang Xin and Yang Rui looked horrified and couldn't help but scream.

Liu Yifei suddenly reached out from under their arms and reached out to press the car door safety.

Click!

The car door is locked.

The burly man with a short head pulled it away, then raised his hand and hit the hammer, smashing a hole in the car glass.

"ah!"

The flying shards of glass frightened Jiang Xin and Yang Rui into screaming again.

Liu Yifei bit her lip and held her phone tightly in her hand.

"come out!"

The burly man with a short head reached in, opened the car door, and pulled the three girls out of the car.

Looking at their frightened but calm faces, the strong man with a short hair smiled evilly: "Brother, you have good taste! These girls are so pretty!"

"Of course!"

The fat man laughed proudly and blew kisses to the girls: "Don't worry, brother will take good care of you soon."

"Run away! I've already called the police!"

Liu Yifei looked at him nervously, her voice trembling.

The fat man was startled when he heard this. The burly man with a short head saw the mobile phone in her hand, snatched it over, opened it and flipped through it, then curled his lips: "Who are you kidding? There is no call record to the police in the mobile phone!"

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief and ordered: "Put your phone away!"

Yang Rui collapsed a little and cried: "What you are doing is against the law. Aren't you afraid that the police will arrest you?"

"I'm afraid! But for you, it's worth getting caught!"

The fat man chuckled lewdly: "This is called dying under the peonies. It's cool to be a ghost!"

"There is no shortage of prostitutes and thieves in any era!"

Murong Fu sighed softly and shook his head.

Hearing his voice, the fat man's face darkened, he turned around and glared at Murong Fu fiercely, strode forward, put a gun to his head, and asked with a ferocious smile: "Are you good at fighting? How awesome are you?

Are you trying to force yourself? What? You can’t be awesome anymore? Huh? I’m like..."

Before he could finish his harsh words, he suddenly felt his eyes blur, and Murong Fu, who was under the muzzle of the gun, suddenly dodged half way out of the way.

His expression changed, and he was about to turn the gun, but he felt pain in his wrist. The next moment, the gun in his hand was in Murong Fu's hand.

"Well!"

He was startled and took two steps back.

If he was still standing a few steps away, Murong Fu might not dare to act rashly.

But when he walked in front of Murong Fu, he undoubtedly presented the opportunity to the door.

Murong Fu's speed was not as fast as the bullets, but he only needed to be faster than the fat man's reaction.

Playing with the pistol in his hand, Murong Fu felt that the weight of the gun was a bit light.

If it were a real gun, it would be a lump of iron, and it would definitely be heavier than this.

Suddenly he raised his hand, pointed the muzzle of the gun at the fat man's head, and pulled the trigger.

Phew!

A stream of water spurted out from the muzzle and sprayed on the fat man's face.

Wiping the water on his face, the fat man smiled awkwardly: "Brother, I'm just kidding you..."

Bang!

Murong Fu kicked him head-on, right on his fat belly.

His whole body flew out in an instant, rolled on the ground a few times, then lay on the ground holding his stomach and groaned.

Murong Fu suddenly turned around and looked at the short-headed man holding Jiang Xin's arm, his eyes cold.

The burly man with a short head was stunned by this twists and turns, and was a little confused.

Seeing his cold eyes, the strong man with a short head shivered, his hand loosened, and the hammer clattered to the ground.

"Brother, I was wrong..."

He fell to his knees on the ground.

Murong Fu came to him slowly and said coldly: "Raise your hands."

Whoosh!

He raised his hand obediently.

Murong Fu grabbed his wrist and with a quick shake, both of his arms were removed and hung limply on both sides.

The round-faced man stood aside, looking frightened.

He also had an arm removed and knows what it feels like.

"Kneel down and sing conquest."

Murong Fu stared at the burly man and gave orders.

"To be conquered by you like this... oh..."

The burly man with a short head grimaced in pain, but he still sang "conquer" honestly.

Murong Fu suddenly raised his foot and kicked his ankle hard.

Ding!

The short-headed man screamed, his right foot was deformed, as if it had been kicked out of joint by Murong Fu.

In this way, he wouldn't be able to run away even if he wanted to.

Murong Fu's fierce look frightened the three girls to take a breath. Jiang Xin and Yang Rui looked at him in fear and trembled.

Liu Yifei looked at the cell phone that had been left aside, quickly stepped forward to pick it up, and dialed the police number.

Nodding to her in approval, Murong Fu turned his eyes and looked at the round-faced man.

Plop!

The round-faced man knelt on the ground and sang tremblingly: "I will be conquered by you just like this..."
To be continued...