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Chapter 1197 Cao Zhen

There are no words like opening remarks, they just start the fight.

The doors of the two trucks behind opened and jumped off from above one after another. There were countless men with black vests, all of whom were big and round, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, looking like a ferocious person.

"Wang Lang! Drive and run away! Don't worry about us! Go and call the police!" Xia Shuyao screamed at the top of her voice.

Bang!

The man didn't care that Xia Shuyao was a girl at all. He slapped Xia Shuyao on the head without saying anything, reached out to grab Xia Shuyao's hair, stretched out his other hand towards Wang Lang, and hooked his fingers.

Wang Lang looked at the man in the car with an expressionless face, stretched out one hand, pointed his finger at the man, and then made a move to wipe his neck.

The man turned his head and asked his subordinates next to him in confusion, "Why is he not at all aware of being surrounded by us?"

The big man with a black vest of about one hundred rushed towards Wang Lang crazily.

Wang Lang took his last puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and slowly stepped on the cigarette butts to destroy it.

The smoke slowly drifted out of his mouth.

Wang Lang kicked the ground and rushed out suddenly. If an angry dragon entered the sea, it would inevitably stir up a thousand layers of terrifying waves.

The first man with black vest who came towards him was fucked by Wang Lang and snatched the steel pipe in the man's hand.

Wang Lang flew up and smashed a steel pipe into the other big man's head.

In desperation, the man blocked the steel pipe in his hand.

clang!

Mars splashed on the steel pipe, and the man knelt on the ground all of a sudden. His arm holding the steel pipe was unable to swing and he was dislocated.

Wang Lang held a steel pipe in his hand and killed everyone. It was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep. A group of originally ferocious and impermanent black vested men seemed to have become cutesy at this moment, and under the fierce figure jumping up and down, they became lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

In less than five minutes, nearly fifty people were lying on the ground, and almost ten people were fucked in a minute.

For Wang Lang, they are all a group of unsightly spicy chickens. They come here to give away their heads, and their attack power is not as good as that of super soldiers. Wang Lang doesn't lose blood.

The man in the car stood up biting a cigar, and was too surprised to forget that he was in the car and his head hit the roof.

The man shrank his neck and rubbed his head, "Fuck! Is this so good to beat? There is still such a fight in Linshui City?"

Qiu Hai has seen Wang Lang's ability to beat him, and still remembers it freshly, so he never dared to come to Xia Shuyao after being beaten last time, for fear that Wang Lang would hit him.

But his immediate boss didn't believe that there was such a powerful person, so he insisted on coming to collect debts.

Now, this master is really angry. Qiu Hai is fighting two times now and has already begun to think about how to explain this matter to this master later.

The man touched his head, staring at Wang Lang with his big eyes that looked very beautiful for a while, then sat down and took a breath of cigarette.

"Stop!" the man shouted.

A group of black vests who were beating were almost crying after hearing this. After being beaten, they were all lying on the ground. None of them could stand up. They could feel a force that came from some unknown place and was rushing around in their bodies, and their whole body was in pain. The master's stick came down and his whole body was about to fall apart.

Those who were not beaten are glad that they shouted to stop and continue to beat them. This man is so fucking fierce.

The man grabbed Xia Shuyao's hair with one hand and cigar with the other, and placed the cigar less than a centimeter away from Xia Shuyao's face.

"Don't move, let my brothers hit you, or my cigarette butts will burn!" The man grinned and showed a mouthful of white teeth.

Wang Lang weighed the steel pipe in his hand and suddenly threw the steel pipe in his hand forward.

I saw only a black line passing by, and before everyone could react, they heard a clang.

Wang Lang's steel pipe had been inserted into the unopened door of the man's Benz car. The man looked down at the cigar in his hand incredibly, and the cigarette butt was cut off by the steel pipe.

The man checked the cigar, turned his head and looked at the steel pipe, and looked at Wang Lang like a monster.

Wang Lang slowly picked up a steel pipe from the ground, pointing at the man, "Don't move, or my steel pipe will be inserted into your head."

The man licked his lips.

From beginning to end, even though he was the one who occupied the favorable conditions, he was suppressed by others in various ways, which made men feel uncomfortable.

"Beat him!" the man suddenly yelled.

The dozens of younger brothers who thought they could calm down were like a loss of their parents.

When I was fighting just now, I was so fierce. More than one hundred people beat one person and completely crushed the game. However, in the second round, a group of people began to hesitate and dare not take the opportunity, and it felt like one person crushed a group of people.

"Beat him! Why are you all standing there?" the man in the car roared.

A group of little brothers rushed up gritted their teeth, all looking like they were going to die.

The steel pipe in Wang Lang's hand flew up and down. After the steel pipe as thick as the child's arm was bent, it changed direction and straightened. It had been bent several times.

The man in the car twitched his eyelids and touched his back, "Fuck! I didn't bring a gun!"

I reached out to pull out the steel pipe inserted into the car door, but I didn't pull it out.

The man stared at his big eyes, threw the cigar in his hand hard on the sole of his feet, and kicked Qiu Hai, "You go down and beat me too!"

Qiu Hai's face turned pale.

He beat him up and gave him a head when he went up, without being reported by his teammates. The system directly judged the one who gave him a head.

The man looked back at the four people next to him, "Can you beat him?"

The four of them hesitated for a moment, "We can try together."

"Four? Join forces? Can you try it? I will spend money to support you, and you will join forces for me. Can you try it?" the man roared and slapped someone in the face in anger.

"Does I raise waste?"

The four of them lowered their heads at the same time.

The man looked out of the car, and many people were chopped down by Wang Lang's steel pipe one after another.

Xia Shuyao looked at Wang Lang with expressionless face and pursed her lips.

Chu Lele next to him fainted on the ground, Qi Guxue was blocked, unable to see the situation outside, but he looked worried.

The man stared at the tiger's eyes and turned around and slapped the driver in the head, "Driving! Why are you doing while standing there? Didn't he hear that he was going to use a steel pipe to insert my head?"

The driver shrank his head and stepped on the accelerator and rushed.

The hostility erupted in Wang Lang's eyes instantly. When a steel pipe went down, he fucked a person and vomited blood. He scared dozens of others.

Wang Lang went to chase him, but was blocked by dozens of people, which made Wang Lang furious.

The Dragon King was angry and blood splattered everywhere.

He flew up, looked angry, and tore a gap open.

The car has gone far away.

Wang Lang turned his head and saw Qiu Hai not far away. He rushed straight towards Qiu Hai.

Before Wang Lang rushed over, Qiu Hai knelt on the ground, "Brother, it was Cao Zhen who asked me to do it."
Chapter completed!
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