Pretty Assassin's Bodyguard

Under the heavy reward, there must be a brave man. Isn't it just a shortcut to make a fortune for these little gangsters?

The boss Wanjiu issued a reward order, and the punks rushed up screaming.

So what if Li Qing is the boss of the provincial capital, the boss of the entire Huaxia Kingdom will have to die one day, as the saying goes, no matter how skilled you are, you are afraid of kitchen knives!

More than 100 gangsters are carrying guys in their hands, some are the most convenient and commonly used weapons such as heating pipes, some are iron bars, and some are holding daggers.

On the contrary, Li Qing and a few of his men were unarmed.

Wan Jiu didn't believe it anymore, if such power still couldn't kill Li Qing, then he could really die!

Li Qing sat on the sofa without moving a muscle, as if these younger brothers rushed up and had nothing to do with him.

Huang Mao and the others were also used to big battles, so they really didn't take the more than 100 punks in front of them seriously.

Standing beside Li Qing, there was also no reaction.

Until the little gangsters rushed two or three steps away from Li Qing, the heating pipes in the hands of the little gangsters hit Li Qing on the head.

Li Qing moved suddenly, grabbed a sofa next to him, and threw it at the few gangsters who were rushing in the front.

"Boom!" The sofa hit the three punks, knocking them back endlessly, and even hit a few punks rushing up from behind.

Huang Mao and the others also moved, striding forward, waving their fists to meet the little gangster on the opposite side.

Li Qing kicked the coffee table in front of him.

"Huh!" The tea table roared and flew into the crowd.

"Ah!" Several punks who were hit by the hit were in unbearable pain, and this time it hit a punk's face, and his head was bloodied immediately, and he fell to the ground.

There were also two punks who had their faces scratched by the broken glass coffee table, threw away the things in their hands, and yelled while holding their heads.

It's amazing, no wonder he dared to lead four people into his territory, Wan Jiu hid behind the gangsters, and saw Li Qing's attack clearly.

In such an occasion, he dare not rush to the forefront. He has lost the courage and enthusiasm that he had when he first stepped into this industry. Now that he is enjoying this age, Wan Jiu thinks more about how to keep his current position, and take good care of it. spend the rest of my life.

It is enough to leave the desperate work to the younger brothers under him, and it is impossible to raise these younger brothers for nothing.

Li Qing and Huang Mao rushed into the crowd, the five of them flew up and down with ten fists, and each punch would bring down a punk.

This is like entering a no-man's land, the guys in the hands of these little gangsters can't even touch the lapels of Li Qing and the others, but will hurt their companions from time to time.

"Boom!" Li Qing smashed the breastbone of a little gangster with a punch, and the little gangster fell to the ground screaming.

The wind whistling behind his head, Li Qing didn't turn his head back, stretched his clenched fists, and stretched his arms back, "Crack!"

The little bastard who attacked Li Qing was extremely excited. If he hit him with a stick, he would definitely beat Li Qing to death.

Definitely a great achievement!

The little gangster began to fantasize when the stick fell, and immediately after the stick fell, he would hit him a second time. No matter how powerful Li Qing was, a few sticks would kill him!

"Huh?" The little gangster was stunned for a moment, the iron rod fell as if hitting a hard iron plate, and his arms felt numb.

Is Li Qing's head so hard?

Before the little gangster could figure it out, Li Qing exerted force while holding the arm of the iron rod.

The iron rod escaped from the control of this little gangster.

Li Qing immediately kicked his legs back.

"Boom!" With infinite doubts, the little bastard passed out.

As if disdainful of using an iron rod, Li Qing threw it casually.

The iron rod roared and flew out.

"Crotch!" The iron rod that flew out hit a heating pipe that roared down.

The heating pipe was knocked into the air by the iron bar thrown by Li Qing, and Huang Mao escaped unharmed.

"Be careful, all of you. If you still lose the lottery by killing these useless little bastards, let's see how I deal with you when I go back!" Li Qing shouted.

"Fuck! I'm careless!" Huang Mao roared, and swung his fists, two figures flew up in front of him.

In less than 10 minutes before and after the battle, half of Wan Jiu's punks fell to the ground.

The remaining half of the punks formed a circle, holding the guy in their hands, but they didn't dare to charge up again.

These evil spirits were too ruthless, the brothers who were knocked down by them were the least likely to have their bones broken, and the severe ones were opened, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

Several people were in the center of the circle formed by the punks, Li Qing looked at Wan Jiu contemptuously.

"Wan Jiu, you can be regarded as the boss after all. You hide behind your brothers while letting your brothers come out to die. You are a good enough boss!" Li Qing's tone was full of extreme disdain.

Wan Jiu cursed in his heart, if I had fucking skills like yours, I would let you run wild on my territory.

"Damn it, put the guy down, put your hands on your head and squat down, or I will kill you!" Huang Mao picked up a piece of rebar that was as thick as a thumb on the ground, clenched it tightly with one hand, and clenched a fist with the other, and punched it hard. on rebar.

The punks were surprised for a while, and looked at Huang Mao in puzzlement, what is this kid going to do, self-mutilation?

"Crotch!" Huang Mao punched down, and the rebar was obviously bent!

fuck you!Is that human being!

A punch on the rebar, not only did not hurt the fist, it actually bent and deformed the rebar.

Some gangsters couldn't help thinking to themselves, if this punch hit their own head, it would definitely be the rhythm of a thousand peach blossoms!

What Brother Qing said was right, the boss Wanjiu refused to step forward, why should he let himself go up to die!

The minds of some punks began to change. Facing these powerful and unimaginably non-human beings, there was really no need to die.

Look at those brothers on the ground who are still screaming in pain and fainting. If they don't know the current affairs, this is their own fate.

Thinking of this, a little gangster dropped the iron rod in his hand, and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.

With the first one to take the lead, the punks will follow immediately.

There was a clanging sound, and more than a dozen punks all followed suit and squatted on the ground.

Wan Jiu was dumbfounded. If all these punks surrendered, leaving him alone, what else would he have to fight against Li Qing.

If you don't leave at this time, how long!

Wan Jiu didn't even say hello, turned around and ran away.

If you stay in the green hills, you don't have to worry about no firewood. If you escape today, there will always be a comeback one day!

Seeing Wan Jiu running away, Li Qing and the others did not chase after him.

The boss ran away, and those gangsters who wanted to continue fighting immediately divided into two factions, some squatted on the ground and surrendered, and the other ran towards the various exits of Jiutian Entertainment City.

"It's fucking boring, these guys can't help but beat up too much." Huang Mao cursed while rubbing his fists.

Just now, he bent the rebar with a punch and almost broke his finger bone. This is the end of his fucking bravery.

The brothers suppressed their smiles, trying to save Huangmao's face, this kid is just so funny, he wants to show off without the ability, this is good, he suffered a dark loss for himself.

"Squat damn well! If any posture is not standard, I'll cut him to death!" Huang Mao took his anger out on these punks who were squatting with their heads in their arms.

Fuck!Isn't this bullying at home? What is the standard posture for squatting?

If you know this, you might as well run away too.

These punks were thinking about it when they saw Wan Jiu and the escaped brothers backing back to the hall.

Boss, what's the matter, you've already run away, why are you coming back?

The little bastard squatting on the ground immediately understood that a group of burly men came in from every exit of Jiutian Entertainment City, each with a murderous look on their faces.

Those little bastards who ran out dropped the guys in their hands one after another, and crouched on the ground with their heads in their arms.

But still did not escape a meal of punches and kicks.

Wan Jiu's face turned green, and he couldn't think of any other way to escape.

He regrets it now, two personal bodyguards suggested to him to wear a gun a long time ago, Wan Jiu has lived a stable life for too long, besides, his relationship is quite strong now, and he has not offended any enemies on the road, so he thinks there is no This is necessary, and if the gun is accidentally exposed, it will be a big trouble.

So let the two personal bodyguards carry short daggers with them, but in the eyes of experts, this thing is different.

Of course, in the current situation, even if Wan Jiu has a gun, he can't turn the situation around, unless he has a submachine gun, a street fighting weapon.

Wan Jiu came to Li Qing step by step with a mournful face, "Brother Qing, why, even if I die Wan Jiu, you have to give me an understanding, let me know exactly where I offended Brother Qing, your boss, so Died for no apparent reason, I would never accept it."

"Crack!" Huang Mao slapped him, "You have a lot of fucking questions, if the boss tells you to die, you can just die obediently, why are you asking!"

Li Qing looked at Wan Jiu with cold eyes, "Wan Jiu, my boss is very angry, tell me honestly, who are you working for, and actually sent someone to set fire to the countryside, the boss confessed, let me deal with you, you Should I tell the truth or let me help you recall."

Wan Jiu's heart skipped a beat, and when he mentioned setting fire to the countryside, there was no doubt that those subordinates were ordered to do the work.

Could it be that he was so unlucky that he happened to be met by this fiendish boss?

cannot!Wan Jiu immediately thought that the other party must also be eyeing this matter, competing with that one.

Wan Jiu lowered his head, his eyes rolled wildly, he calculated the consequences in his mind, and if he told the truth, he must have offended that one to death, and he would never want to hang around in the provincial capital in the future, and maybe he would be wiped out.

But if you don’t tell the truth, how should you get through this difficult situation.

"It seems that your Ninth Master is a noble person who forgets things too much. He can't even rush his subordinates to do things for anyone." Li Qing's voice became colder.

Wan Jiu felt a chill, as if he had gone out naked and stood outside for 10 minutes.

"Huang Mao, help Master Jiu refresh himself, so that he doesn't forget who he's working for, just keep breathing." Li Qing ordered.

"I like this job." Huangmao laughed wildly for a while: "It's very simple to take a breath, break limbs, smash ribs, and absolutely guarantee that you won't die."

With that said, Huang Mao picked up an iron rod from the ground.