With a light "click", Dong Changhe's nose bone broke from it, and blood immediately spread across his face.

Even if Song Baojun himself is weak, he must have physical fitness, speed, strength, and fight with the cellular memory of violent personality, and the nose bridge and bones still cannot compete with the knees.

Before everyone's screams could be heard, Song Baojun hit his left temple with another elbow like a gong and a drum.

Dong Changhe only felt a buzzing eardrum, his eyes were black, and his huge body fell down, and his smoke and dust were blown away.

Song Baojun just glanced around with a cigarette butt in his mouth.

The open space at the entrance of the Xinqi Cinema was silent in a radius of 30 meters centered on Song Baojun, and the needle could be heard.

The five seconds of the second hand on the dial have not even been completed.

No one could react. Long Ya still kept angrily scolding, but his mouth opened without a sound. Xi Caiwei was still winking at Xie Qilu outside, but her eyes were dull and lost all their colors.

After a while, the onlookers let out a loud scream.

It seems like the ups and downs of the plot, the situation changes with a 180-degree turn. No one expected that the otaku who was still beating or scolding before would instantly complete a counterattack, knocking down the mighty baseball King Kong with a shocking momentum.

In the crowd, two members of the tennis association looked at each other, all of whom were full of disbelief. They might be the only bystanders who were sympathetic to Song Baojun. They were also on the scene when the Tennis Association and the Baseball Club clashed with each other, witnessing Dong Changhe's powerful posture to fall down two strong tennis players.

At that time, they almost thought that Dong Changhe was the most powerful boy in the school.

Song Baojun's performance refreshed their world outlook, life and values.

A handsome and elegant man leaned against the camphor tree trunk at the theater gate. He was originally in his spare time, but he couldn't help but stretch his neck and yelled. The man was about twenty-three or four years old, with his sword eyebrows on his temples, his nose was straight, and his appearance was very elegant. Two middle-aged men in black suits beside him also shouted at the same time: "Good guy!"

The process just now was smooth and flowing, like an eagle fighting a rabbit. There was no waste of action and it was extremely pleasing to the eye.

With only three attacks, all the foot twitches, knee striking, elbow striking, all of them fell accurately, the time was very accurate, and the situation was so exquisite that only professional gangsters who had been stumbled on the streets all year round could do it.

This is simply unimaginable!

Song Baojun did not intend to let go, so he raised his borrowed pointed leather shoes and kicked Dong Changhe's face. The metal head was so hard that it was so hard that it was thumping. After a while, blood splashed out on his face, which was shocking.

The girls in the crowd screamed.
Chapter completed!