At the edge of the trash can that was almost knocked over, Takagi Masato leaned on it panting. He was weak all over and his nose was bleeding from his face. It was obvious that he was beaten miserably.

However, the other people who fought with him were not inferior. Some of them could not open their eyes by him, and some of them were kicked in their lower abdomen and could not get up on the ground. However, there were many people on the other side, and several others maintained their combat effectiveness.

"You boy, are you still going to resist?"

The leader was a young man wearing a nose ring. He looked like a gangster on the street, and his companions were almost the same. This can be seen from his dress.

"It's easier to get beaten while lying down..."

When he said this, the young man did not raise his face and looked at the drone filming this scene in the alley. He also arrogantly made a provocative move to cut his throat at the camera.

"You... don't be too proud."

Takagi stood up straight and set off in boxing again.

"Idiot, you can't stand firmly now and want to punch."

The man with a nose ring laughed and waved his right hand to hit Takagi's face.

Takagi wanted to dodge the punch, and was kicked by his nose ring man's companion in his knee. He staggered under his feet and punched his right cheek.

In an instant, Takagi's mind, who was hit hard, exploded with a "buzz" sound, and fell into a blank space for a short time.

"Haha, this guy is not good!"

"Fuck him to death!"

"Let his head blossom..."

The sound in my ear suddenly became closer. Takagi's blurry vision saw someone waving the bat and smashing towards him.

Oh no!

He suddenly woke up.

The bat he waved made him feel dangerous, because it would probably be a life-threatening blow to the front.

but--

The bat has not fallen yet.

"Let go!"

Someone made a painful sound.

“Takagi.”

A familiar voice sounded.

"What are you doing here?"

When Takagi heard this, he suppressed the dizziness and slowly raised his head. What surprised him was that the person standing in front of him was Zhikura Tomoya.

"you……"

Just in front of him, Yoshikura, wearing a baseball cap, pressed down the brim of the hat while holding a man's hand with his left hand.

"Let go... let go!"

The bone of the right wrist, which was caught, made a strange "crack" sound, and the bat fell to the ground, and the man felt that his wrist was about to be crushed.

"It hurts so much... hurry up, let go."

The man bent down and his knees half kneeled on the ground.

"Let go," he lowered his head and glanced at the man kneeling in front of him, and used a little force to directly pinch the other person's wrist.

The man suddenly screamed, covering his broken hand bones, and was so painful that he was about to roll on the ground.

"How come you are here?!"

Takagi felt incredible because he could not even think of why the juniors of the boxing club would appear in this alley.

"Let's talk about this later! Can you leave like this?"

Zhikura Toshiye glanced at him and found that Takagi's injuries seemed to be serious, so he might have to be hospitalized for treatment.

"If you can leave, you can leave first! Let's talk about anything later..."

"Go, where do you want to go?"

A trace of anger flashed in the nose ring man's eyes. The guy who had inexplicably emerged was not sure if he was Takagi's companion, but he actually dared to hurt his own person.

"What kind of trash are you? You dare to stand out for this kid."

Zhicang Dongye first lowered his head and didn't say a word. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked around.

When he entered the alley, he noticed that there was no camera around him. The only thing he could take pictures of himself was the drone, but he was wearing a baseball cap. At this angle, the drone could not take pictures of his face.

(It should be no problem, no one pays attention to this corner anyway...)

He narrowed his eyes and kicked his right foot at the man standing in front of the nose ring. The man with a muffled groan and fell out of the ground.

"Fake!"

Someone whipped out in authentic English and waved his finger tiger with a spike on Zhikuang Dongye's head.

Because Takagi is still behind him, Chikura Tomoya is not able to dodge this attack.

No, there is no need to dodge. This guy with a finger tiger on his fist is clearly a layman. What's the point of hiding? After all, my fist should be faster.

A straight punch!

In an instant, he punched.

The young gangster wearing a finger tiger opposite noticed that in the moment when Zhi Kuang Dongye punched, there seemed to be a gunpowder barrel in his body being lit, swelling violently, and then the fist was shot out like a bullet.

What the hell!

The fist, like an iron piece, hit his face, the bridge of the man's nose collapsed, and the strong inertia made his head tilt backwards, and a few teeth flew into the air.

“…It’s boxing again!”

Someone shouted: "This guy is also a boxing guy. Don't distance himself from him, grab his hands and feet, and don't give him the distance and space to punch him."

As soon as this was said, several people immediately rushed towards his body boldly, trying to grab his shoulders, hands and feet, and grab his collar and sleeves at the same time.

——In fact, this is indeed a difficult method for newcomers who practice boxing, because in normal fighting, when caught by the other party, people with low weight will easily fall into a disadvantage.

But this truth is not useful in Zhicang Dongye. He slid back and forth slightly, punched a punch with a "swish". The first guy who rushed up fell to the ground with his stomach covering his stomach, twitching in pain.

This is a close-up punch. Zhicang Dongye's figure flashed, his toes rubbed against the ground, and he slid over the side.

This time, Takagi behind him had already stood up and limped towards the alley, so he would have no worries.

At this time, he was able to advance forward without being affected by the influence behind him. He jumped quickly and lightly and flashed slightly, then his attacking arm seemed to be fitted with a spring. He saw him repeatedly punching and immediately closed his punches, and his whole body seemed to squeeze out from a group of people. In fact, all of these people were fucked by his uppercut jab.

Even if he lets out his fists, he can't stand up even if he gets touched. When he turns around, there are already a row of people lying in the dirty alley full of dirty water.

"You... this... beast, don't think things will be like this!"

The man who covered his nose ring on his front chest made a harsh statement to him.

"You're so talkative."

Zhikura Dongye squatted down, glanced at him, pulled his nose ring with his fingers, and pulled it out with force.

While the golden nose ring was pulled out, bleeding from the nostrils. The man who lost the nose ring screamed and howled, covering his nose, rolling on the ground like a caterpillar.

"The thing left is that thing," Zhikura Tomoya pressed down the brim of the hat again and glanced at the drone flying in the air.

The drone hovered in the air, and the red light lit up, proving that the drone had captured everything.

He walked to the trash can, picked up the bat, glanced at the drone in the air, and hit a can like a baseball.

Bang!

The baseball drew a trajectory and hit the drone. The aerial photography drone rolled in the air, hit the wall, and fell to the ground and smashed it directly.
Chapter completed!