Brother Chicken rushed into the crowd, and Qiangzi and the Imperial Army were very happy to see him.

"Hey... Hey, Baldhead, is that Chicken Brother so powerful?!" Qiangzi was frightened when he saw how fierce Chicken Brother was.

The Imperial Army was even more confused. He touched his bald head and wondered, "It's strange. When Brother Chicken used to get into a fight, he was the first to flee! He rushed so fiercely today?! Yoyoyo,

Wow, he’s so good at using bricks, damn, I want to become his teacher!”

"Damn it, Bieluo said, let's solve our trouble first!" Qiangzi resisted being slapped on the arm by the iron rod, and took advantage of the situation to hit the opponent's weapon many times. Banzhu then greeted him, and the younger brother fell to the ground in response.

Fainted.

Qiangzi chuckled, weighed the iron rod in his hand, looked at the bricks, lifted them up and threw them back, "Iron rods are better!"

"Oh... Damn it, what are you throwing away!" Chen Dazhen covered his shoulders and glared at Qiangzi. Qiangzi was stunned and realized that he had hit the person behind him, so he quickly turned around and apologized.

"Damn, be careful!" The imperial army rushed to Qiangzi, swung the bricks, and hit the two gangsters in front of him. He picked up the iron rod on the ground and swept away the few gangsters who rushed after him. Hehe

Smiling, "Yes, the iron rod is still useful!"

As he said that, he also threw the brick back. "Oh... Imperial Army, I'm going to fuck you, you hit me again..."

Qiangzi knew that the imperial army had blocked him, and his heart warmed, "Brother, thank you very much!"

"Damn, our Black Tiger Gang is the most loyal spokesman in the underworld, isn't it Qiangzi? Okay, okay, I will hang out with your Imperial Army brother from now on, I guarantee that you will be popular and drink spicy food!"

"Okay!" Qiangzi nodded, and then the two of them fought side by side. There was a tacit understanding between the iron rods, and the two husbands were at a standstill. The passion of the two good friends quickly surged at this moment, and from then on

It’s even more out of control!

In fact, compared to the Imperial Army and Qiangzi, Chicken Brother was under much less pressure. He rushed into the crowd of opponents, hitting the bricks wherever he wanted. The younger brothers were stunned after being slapped, and the iron rods

Swinging randomly, Chicken Brother reacted quickly, and in just a flash, the iron rod hit one of their own.

Wherever Brother Chicken passes, the pitiful wailing sound is like a torrential river and sea, stretching endlessly.

The white-haired guy on the second floor was getting more and more frightened. The private room with the small back door couldn't be opened, and the downstairs was blocked by two strong men wielding iron rods. Now the guys on the dance floor were in even more confusion.

There are countless people falling. In this way, even if I run, I will have no place to run.

"Damn it, damn it!" Bai Mao was confused, pushing his little brother to go downstairs, "Come on, you guys come up! Damn, don't let him get close, damn, you can't just throw the stick away."

Yeah, use your fists, use a bottle, damn!"

The iron rods of the boys were all long, and they had no effect at all in the crowded crowd. On the contrary, the chicken brother holding the brick was like a fish in water, and he went back and forth to get a large area.

Finally, after a large space was opened, the remaining gangsters finally had a place to retreat. They kept a certain distance and surrounded Brother Chicken in the middle.

Brother Baimao was terrified when he saw it. There were at least twenty or thirty people who fell at the door. The number of those who were fucked by Brother Ji was at least fifty or sixty. One hundred brothers lost their combat effectiveness. This not only had a huge impact on morale, but also

Give yourself the confidence to resist that you don’t have.

Brother Chicken chuckled, threw the bricks aside, picked up the two iron rods, and spun them around. The two iron rods threw two circles of black shadows in Brother Chicken's hands, and there was a "whooshing" sound in the wind.

It was so loud that the gangsters around looked at each other, and no one dared to take a step forward.

"You're stupid! You know, although the brothers on the road call me Brother Chicken, in the black boxing arena, they all call me by my nickname: Bruce Lee! Huh, what I'm best at is the nunchaku!"

Brother Chicken's wanton laughter frightened the little gangster even more. When the imperial army fighting at the door heard it, they were so ashamed that they almost dropped the iron rod in their hands to the ground.
Chapter completed!