Genius commoner

Chapter 1071 All Kneel Down
Following Saburo Nakamura's yelling, more than a dozen cronies and entourages rushed towards Zhu Huarun who was leaning against the car like vicious dogs. The expressions of the six bodyguards of Zhu's family changed drastically. The middle retreated to watch the battle from a distance, and the leader of the bodyguards did not forget to bow to Saburo Nakamura and say sorry.

Seeing the attitude of Zhu's bodyguard, Saburo Nakamura became even more arrogant: "Kill him!"

The two female companions exclaimed and hugged Saburo Nakamura tightly, as if they were frightened by his bravery and ferocity. Almost all the followers around Saburo Nakamura pressed up, but there was one person standing silently behind him, a dull old man, he was Nakamura Saburo's bodyguard, he can knock down Zhu Huarun with one move, but he doesn't care about it, and he won't do it.

His task is to protect Saburo Nakamura, and he is too lazy to deal with other trivial matters.

At this time, Gangcun, whose chin was swollen and bleeding from the corner of his mouth, spit out a mouthful of blood after taking a breather, stared at Zhu Huarun and gritted his teeth and roared:

"Get him, get him."

Faced with more than a dozen people rushing towards him, Zhu Huarun's face became ugly, but he still gritted his teeth and carried these people hard. A few nimble guys rushed up to Zhu Huarun and kicked him fiercely, hitting Zhu Huarun's waist With two feet, he staggered back, but fortunately he had a cue in his hand, and swung it fiercely, the few people around him couldn't get too close for a while.

In Weiss bullying men and women for so many years, and growing up in the fights and killings of the Red Gate, although Zhu Huarun can't match the skills of Ye Zixuan and Yu Wenbiao, he still has the master realm of seeing all directions and listening to all directions. In addition, he has a guy in his hand, and he didn't drink tonight, so he won't be at a disadvantage for a while. Moreover, he is surrounded by a tight siege, and his attack is instinctively fierce.

Hurting one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred is not something everyone has the guts to do. In the face of Zhu Huarun's crazy self-defense, five or six young Weiss youths with ferocious faces moved around Zhu Huarun, not daring to approach Zhu Huarun rashly. Saburo also stared wide-eyed, thinking that it would be a bit scary for this bastard to not be drunk, unlike last night when he threw down a bottle of wine.

"Come on, come on!"

Zhu Huarun, who was surrounded by more than a dozen people, had been forced to retreat from the side of the car to an alley behind him. He had already lost his car keys, ignoring his messy clothes and messy hairstyle. His eyes were as fierce as a trapped tiger, and he roared fiercely: "Come on, come on all of you."

He looked extremely embarrassed, but he looked like a man.

Someone from behind took a step forward calmly, Zhu Huarun's nerves tensed instantly, he quickly swung his arms and turned around, the cue whimpered and swung backwards, the body of a young man who wanted to attack from behind was shaken, and he backed away in panic In two steps, the arm was plucked by the tip, excruciating pain, and fear flashed in the eyes of the youth in Chinese clothes, and he didn't rush forward again.

"Are you idiots?"

Saburo Nakamura walked into the alley with the two women in his arms, and yelled at his companion who was still unable to get a bargain: "He has a dick in his hand, so you can't fuck him?"

After being scolded, more than a dozen people suddenly came to their senses and searched for things on the spot.

Gangcun also ran to the bar, snatched iron bars from several security personnel, and threw them to his companions who charged.

It didn't take long for more than a dozen people to have things in their hands, such as wooden sticks, machetes, wine bottles, and chairs, which were uneven but whistling.

Seeing the opponent attacking again, Zhu Huarun swung his club to meet it. This shot was full of momentum, and directly collapsed two wine bottles and three wooden sticks in front of him. One of them didn't hold the wooden stick very tightly, and was blown away by Beng Fei Far away, this bastard stared at Zhu Huarun in a daze, as if he didn't expect this trash to have such strength, in a daze, he swept the club viciously.

With a crisp sound, Zhu Huarun hit him in the waist, causing him to stagger back four or five meters. The injured Weiss youth grinned in pain, but Zhu Huarun had no chance to be happy, and the two touched him from behind , Two wooden sticks hit him hard on the back, with a bang, Zhu Huarun's body was shaken, and he took a step forward with a muffled grunt.

Several bones in his shoulder and back were in pain, but he didn't have time to buffer, he gritted his teeth and turned around, his wrist spun, and the club swept out and hit the two of them on the jaws.

There was another scream, and the two of them covered their mouths and took a few steps back. Blood flowed from between their fingers, bright red and dazzling, and the two female companions screamed in shock.

"Call me Mao!"

Saburo Nakamura pushed away the two female companions, grabbed a wooden club from his companions, and rushed forward while Zhu Huarun was fighting with the rest of his companions.

Saburo Nakamura hit Zhu Huarun's shoulder with a wooden stick. With a click, the wooden stick broke into two pieces. He stabbed the part back violently, and stabbed Saburo Nakamura's ribs impartially. The latter let go with a burst of pain and howled miserably.

Saburo Nakamura, who was overturned in the gutter, staggered back a few steps, and shouted angrily at the dull old man: "Fuck him."

The dull old man didn't show any expression, he just grabbed a chair and threw it hard at Zhu Huarun's back.

There was a loud noise, and the chair shattered into pieces. Zhu Huarun's back shook, and he couldn't hold on any longer, and he fell flying with the pole.

He wanted to struggle to fight, but Saburo Nakamura and the others didn't give him a chance. One of them rushed forward like a tiger. With a plop, he hugged Zhu Huarun tightly and fell to the ground. While struggling, another person rushed over, one by two. Three ,,, kept piling up, Zhu Huarun couldn't hold it anymore, fell to the ground again, and was trampled fiercely by the little character.

Four or five people pressed down firmly, and the rest raised their feet and kicked violently. Zhu Huarun was bloody from his mouth and nose soon, and suffered countless punches and kicks on his body.

Gangcun also joined the battle group, kicking Zhu Huarun repeatedly on the back: "Bastard! Dare to fight back, die, die."

Fists and feet rained down, blood soon stained the ground, Zhu Huarun was half dead, and the ragged clothes were more beggars than beggars.

Several passers-by who were poking their heads were all kicked and kicked away.

Saburo Nakamura regained his composure, let out a sigh of relief when he saw the scuffle, then rubbed his ribs and shouted: "Damn it! So tough? Even dare to fight me, do you really think of yourself as the young master? Okay, tonight, I Just look at how hard your bones are, come here, hold him down, chop off his hands for Mr. Ben, and then take off his pants to show the public."

Several people in Gang Village grinned grimly and shouted: "Okay."

Soon, Zhu Huarun, who was bleeding head and blood, was dragged up from the ground by several people, bound his legs and threw him in front of Saburo Nakamura. At the same time, a sharp machete was handed to Saburo Nakamura. The bodyguard frowned slightly, and wanted to say something but was pointed at by two Wes youths, so he had to shut up and call. After the call, they were all silent.

Blame yourself.

Gangcunhu pretended to be Huwei and shouted: "Hold his hand down."

They pulled open their collars and grinned and stepped forward, holding Zhu Huarun who was exhausted but still trying to struggle.

Gangcun kicked Zhu Huarun's head twice, scolded him a few words, and then smiled at Saburo Nakamura: "Prince, you can do it now."

At this time, someone smashed the glass of the car and opened the door, and dragged the delicate girl to the middle of the alley. Saburo Nakamura glanced at her and his eyes lit up.

He pushed away the two female companions, and then hugged the delicate girl into his arms, as if hugging his own spoils.

"This woman is really nice and pure enough."

Saburo Nakamura stepped forward with his arms around the pretty girl, playing with a sharp machete with his right hand: "Trash, don't blame me for being cruel, it's because you don't know what to do, but don't worry, I'll just cripple your hands, and I'll spare your life until I cripple you!" , will kill you, and, this woman, if you can't get on, I will get on for you, and I promise to make her scream non-stop."

Zhu Huarun roared: "I don't know her, let her go."

"Hey, hero save the beauty? Whether you recognize it or not,

Saburo Nakamura smiled triumphantly: "The more nervous you are, the more interested I am. Also, if you can't protect yourself, don't try to protect others. That's ridiculous."

"Gangcun, I want this woman. In return, this knife will give you a good time."

"Thank you prince!"

Hearing Saburo Nakamura's words, Gangcun was not dissatisfied at all. He licked his lips, took the machete, held it up high, and said with a ferocious expression, "Kill!"

Just when Zhu Huarun closed his eyes and waited for his wrist to be severed, a sharp sound suddenly came from the night sky, like a thunderbolt, a saber flashed through the air like lightning, and suddenly penetrated the village of Gangcun. The neck was so powerful that it nailed him hard to the wall of the alley, like nails nailing a gecko, killing him with one blow.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, it's a good night to kill!"

In the dead silence of the audience, a deep voice came: "Those who don't want to die, kneel down to me!"

(End of this chapter)