The red-haired thug's eyes were filled with despair, and then he fell straight to the Big Gold Tooth, Fatty, Liu Crook and others, and the blood instantly dyed the land of Chinatown red.

At this moment, Big Gold Teeth, Fatty, Liu Crook and others collectively lost their voices. The visual impact of the red-haired thug in front of them was too strong, so strong that they were used to fighting and killing and were frightened.

"Ba...b...ba...b...b...b..."

Beilong still walked over with a cigarette roll in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and walked over casually. The newly bought ten-inch high-top hiking military boots he had bought had been stained with blood. Because he killed too many people, the blood seemed to have become mud, causing his footsteps to make a sound of walking in the mud when they fell.

The sound was like the death knell of the god of death, and it made the big gold teeth, fat guys, Liu Crook and others numb their scalp.

Although Bei Long was still squinting his eyes and smiling, and Yue Liang's smile was also very friendly, he exuded a strong evil spirit that seemed to be the essence, which shocked the Big Gold Teeth, Fatty, Liu Crook and others were all stiff and unable to move. They could only look up at the boy who seemed to be walking in hell in shock and fear...

As if nothing had happened, he bent down and pulled out his Gurkha saber from the red-haired neck. Beilong glanced at Dajinya and the others with a smile, pinched Yan Juan'er and took a deep breath, and then unscrupulously crushed the cigarette butt on the fat man's face, which was the kind of crushing that he had been crushing.

The fat man's face was so painful that his flesh was twisted, but he did not dare to resist at all. At this moment, the big gold-teethed man, the strong man, the little yellow-haired man, Liu Crook, and the others were at least twenty young and strong men, but they were all shocked by Bei Long's arrogant and domineering arrogance, and watched Bei Long humiliate the fat man.

After crushing the smoke's butt, Bei Long smiled "sneered", patted the fat man's big fat face, and turned around as if no one was around.

It was not until Bei Long walked far, the fat man, the big gold-toothed man, Liu Crooked, and the others exhaled a long breath of turbid breath.

Oh, mom is so scary!

Big Gold Teeth, Fatty and the others felt that their clothes were soaked in sweat. The pressure on Beilong just now was too great, which made them dare not even breathe. Of course, if the pressure was so high that the string they were tensed broke, they might have tried their best to fight Beilong. At least twenty young and strong, but Beilong grasped the scale very well and just threw the end of their spiritual bottom line!

Why is it always me who is injured? The fat man grinned his big cheeks and rubbed his scalded girdle. In order to hide his cowardice just now in front of Bei Long, he decisively changed his position to Bei Long's brainless blow: "Eleven people were killed, and a cigarette has not been finished yet! This is simply the reincarnation of Guan Erye - killing Hua Xiong with warm wine!"

"Who said no!" Liu Crooked melon seeds fell all over the floor: "A single hit ten people, is this still a fucking human?"

"So many people can't stop him..." The strong man said with a pale face: "What should we do if he runs away?"

"Yes!" Everyone woke up as if they were dreaming, looking at each other, and finally everyone's eyes fell on Big Gold Teeth again:

If he runs away, what will we do?

What the hell are you watching me do? Big Jinya is almost crying: What can I do? I am also very desperate!

"Tutu..." The tutu roared wildly towards them. Although it was just a tricycle, the tutu could drive like a flying feeling. There is a mantra circulating in the driver circles in Chiang Mai, Thailand and Mumbai, India: If you can't run ninety yards in the downtown area, you won't become a qualified husband.

But in fact, ninety yards are just passing lines, so in Southeast Asia, no one dares to fight with Tutu.

It was entirely derived from physical memory. Big Gold Teeth, fat man, strong man and even Liu Crooked, all skillfully jumped and rushed to the top with agility that was not matched with their bodies!

Lying on the ground, a strong smell of oil smoke choked them and they coughed. The tuk-tuk was gone...

...

"Stop—" Zhu Yan screamed and hugged the iron railing tightly. She has been busy shooting advertisements these days when she came to Thailand. Before she could feel the fear of being dominated by a tuk-tuk car, Bellon seemed to be possessed at this moment, and he actually played a speed of acceleration and drifting through the corner. The three wheels only hit the ground, and the car body was almost overturned, and it was almost like a speed of life and death!

It was at this time that two tuk tuks roared on another fork, chasing Beilong and the others tightly.

“Stop!”

"I'll kill you!"

The Thai hooligans on the two tuk tuks used machetes and iron pipes to hit the iron railings, roaring wildly.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" Zhu Yan was so shocked that she lost her appearance. Suddenly the rear of the car suddenly rolled up, and Zhu Yan rushed forward involuntarily. In a panic, she subconsciously hugged Bei Long's neck from behind!

"Fuck..." The Vulcan God, one of the eight heavenly kings in China, was almost strangled to death by her in the future. Beilong controlled the tuk car with his superhuman will, and then opened his mouth and bit Zhu Yan's white wrist.

"Ah--" Zhu Yan screamed in surprise. She didn't realize what she had done, but fortunately she changed her position after being bitten, and she was lying on Beilong's shoulder. Although Beilong was like driving with her back on her back, it was much better than being strangled to death, so Beilong accepted it...

After silently thanking Zhu Yan for not killing her, Beilong rushed into the flower market along the banks of Meiping River.

"Dudu..."

The roar of the tuk tuk was alarmed by the people in the flower market from a distance. In the familiar smell of oil smoke and the sound of wind, both locals and outsiders instinctively gave up avenue of starlight.

But people will give in, but flowers will not give in. Flowers, bouquets, and flower baskets will be killed heroically.

Suddenly, a colorful petal rain fell from the sky, and a layer of colorful spring mud was crushed out on the ground. The whole street was filled with flowers. This was the poetic and picturesque written by Bei Long for the Zhu Yan inadvertently.

The picture is very beautiful, but unfortunately Zhu Yan was not in the mood to appreciate it at this time. She changed her position and wanted to look back at the pursuers, but suddenly she felt Bei Long's shoulder twitching slightly. Zhu Yan subconsciously looked at Bei Long's shoulder, and saw that there was a bloody wound there, and her hand was pressed on the wound by chance. Zhu Yan's guilty tears couldn't help but burst into tears...
Chapter completed!