"Think you can beat me if you have more people?" Zhuo Yifan's feet were slightly open, his knees were half bent, and his hands were like coiling dragons in the air. Watching a little thug who rushed towards him tripped someone to the ground with a hook hand, and then a whirlwind kick in his right leg, there was a piercing sound of breaking the air in the air, a miserable scream, and in a blink of an eye, the two people were solved by Zhuo Yifan at will.

With the support of a snake like a bald guy, the little gangsters were not frightened by Zhuo Yifan, and still attacked Zhuo Yifan one after another.

Zhuo Yifan flipped a little annoyed, and then hugged Wang Yan'er, who grabbed the thug's arm and kept screaming, in his arms, his short black hair drew a graceful arc in the air, and the corners of his mouth raised an evil smile.

Wang Yan'er was almost so frightened that she couldn't breathe, she only felt Zhuo Yifan put one arm around her waist, her body spun rapidly, and five or six people who were about to approach them were kicked out fiercely.

Xiao Huangmao saw it from a distance and muttered: "It's this trick again." Then he suddenly felt cold, and when he raised his eyes, Zhuo Yifan seemed to be looking at him, and his sinister eyes were like a substantial blade cutting on his wound, which made him shudder, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back again.

Between Zhuo Yifan's punches and kicks, he seemed to be dancing casually, but the ground was full of thugs, wailing one by one.

The more than fifty people who rushed towards Zhuo Yifan were only half of them at this moment, and no one could make a move under him.

Huang Mao couldn't help but wonder in his heart, this Zhuo Yifan has outstanding strength, and his origin is unknown, and ordinary people may only have the life of delivering food.

It seems that only the real boss can cure this arrogant guy.

But what if even the boss can't subdue Zhuo Yifan?

Huang Mao looked back at the bald guy with some creepy, and found that the bald guy's expression was also very serious, and his heart was even more uneasy.

At this time, Zhuo Yifan had already stacked a large number of people to the ground, and he was still holding Wang Yan'er, who was frightened, in his arms, like a hero who saved beauty.

"How? Do you want to come? After Zhuo Yifan asked Wang Yan'er to stand up, he then looked at the few gangsters who had not fallen down in a mocking tone.

They were all very embarrassed with their backs slumped, their faces were pale, and under their feet were all thugs who were kicked away by Zhuo Yifan, and they were all moaning in their arms where they were beaten.

"Give me all back!!"

The bald guy finally couldn't stand it anymore, how could many people deal with an unarmed kid and be wiped out, making him feel that his face was dull, "I really eat rice for raising you!" ”

As soon as the gangsters around Zhuo Yifan heard the bald words, they all hurriedly ran back, and those who were rolling on the floor also stood up in a hurry and limped towards the bald guy.

"Won't fight?" Zhuo Yifan said in a strange voice, "Then Yan'er and I will go home first." You always play with your men. ”

Then he took Wang Yan'er's hand and wanted to make a detour.

"Slow." The bald guy spoke up the moment they turned around, "It seems that you are not an idle person, let me Zhang Hui teach you kung fu." ”

Zhuo Yifan paused, and then looked back at the bald guy not far away.

I saw the bald guy's fat body slowly leaning forward, his two hands slowly resting on the floor, his palms were lying on the ground like a toad, his mouth was panting, and his two eyes were squeezed by the flesh hanging down from his forehead.