Genius commoner

Chapter 130 The Real Tiger Wolf

"Mei Zishu, shut up."

The Dark Lord, who was sitting still, opened his eyes, pointed at Mei Zishu's head, and shouted sharply: "There are more than 50 of us, and all of them are masters who have killed many people. How come they are not their opponents? How can you say this?" I will stop talking about your value tonight and leave you to my brother to enjoy if you grow up others' ambitions and destroy your own prestige."

What's more, both of them were wearing handcuffs, and the triangular-eyed police officer deliberately refused to remove them, in order to reduce their flexibility and combat effectiveness. Facing such two lambs who came to their door, how could the Dark Lord listen to Mei Zishu and give up? Woolen cloth?He moved his huge body forward: "No matter whoever enters here, he should call me king."

The coercion shown by his posture made the atmosphere of the whole warehouse sink.

Mei Zishu said lightly: "Faithful words are hard to hear." He looked up at Mo Qixiong and Ye Zixuan, and then smiled wryly: "Devil King, I am grateful for your care for half a year, so I advise you not to deal with them. I know the prison has promised you There are benefits, but there are some things that need to be spent if you have your life, otherwise it is meaningless."

"Since you refuse to listen to my advice, I won't say anything more."

Mei Zishu pinched his clothes, looked at the other prisoners and said, "Everyone, listen to me, stop, the road that the Dark Lord takes you is a dead end, a dead end."

More than 50 prisoners were startled for a moment, then smiled noncommittally, not taking Mei Zishu's words seriously at all.

When Ye Zixuan and Mo Qixiong were feeling that Mei Zishu had a good eye, the Dark Lord snorted heavily: "Mei Zishu, you are becoming more and more unruly. The reason why you were protected and kept in the past is because you can represent us to fight against the prison." What a plus, do you really think of yourself as the commander-in-chief? Without my backing, no one here will give you face."

"Not only do you have no self-knowledge now, but you dare to instigate them to sing against me."

"When I finish cleaning up these two boys, I will tie you to the railing and let everyone ravage me."

Mei Zishu's face became even paler, but his mood was still calm. He shook his head and remained silent.

The Dark Lord thought he was intimidated by him, so he stood upright and looked at the two of them: "Ye Zixuan? Mo Qixiong?"

Before Ye Zixuan could respond, Mo Qixiong twisted his neck: "What's the matter? Looking for abuse?"

"Boy, what a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water!"

Seeing this, a one-eyed white man became angry, stepped forward, scorned the opening, and slapped Mo Qixiong's face with his hands. Although Mo Qixiong looked very strong, he felt that it was all a pile of fat , how can he be as strong as he fights fiercely every day: "Aren't you, still don't know, where are you now?"

Mo Qixiong's face darkened, and he shouted: "Go away!"

The Dark Lord's eyes showed surprise: It's really bloody.

"Damn it! How dare you drag me here?"

The one-eyed white man, who had long been displeased with Mo Qixiong, leaned forward aggressively, roared out a sentence and threw a straight punch, Ye Zixuan blocked it calmly, and did not let the thunderous counterattack that the Dark Lord and the prisoner had imagined, bang !The one-eyed white man's punch hit Ye Zixuan's shoulder forcefully, making a crisp sound that stimulated everyone's eardrums.

Ye Zixuan backed out three steps.

Mo Qixiong's expression changed: "Brother?!"

A gleam of light flashed in Mei Zishu's eyes: This kid is seasoned, and he doesn't forget that his teacher is famous when he makes a move.

The Dark Lord couldn't see through Ye Zixuan's intentions, and there was a hint of contempt in his eyes: These two boys are just immature stunned young men, who would break if squeezed, and I thought they had some guts, but now it seems that they are purely a kind of Illusions, speaking of being invincible in the world, but being powerless in practice, the prison seems to take them too seriously.

This is the final judgment made by the Dark Lord to Ye Zixuan and the two of them!
He hummed to the sick young man, "Mei Zishu, you've missed your mark, you're getting worse and worse."

The rest of the burly men also folded their arms and laughed loudly: They turned out to be two useless wretches, and they will be bullied tonight.

When they looked at Ye Zixuan with malicious intentions, Ye Zixuan was surprised: "You hit me? How dare you hit me?"

The one-eyed white man who swept the target with one foot laughed wildly, assuming a posture of being the only one in the world. After a long time, he stopped his wild smile and replied mockingly: "That's right! I just hit you, why? Resist Or accuse? Don’t be naive, let me tell you, this is the place where the strong is king, the bigger the fist, the bigger you will be.”

"If you don't obey me, I will beat you until I do. Kneel down and beg for mercy. I promise to spare your life."

He waved his fist in front of Ye Zixuan: "Quickly kneel down to me, do you hear me?"

Ye Zixuan rubbed his painful shoulders, and smiled: "The bigger the fist, the bigger the person."

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Zixuan moved his footsteps, jumped up high, and at the same time kicked out like a phantom, a series of movements were completed in an instant, as fast as lightning, dazzling people, facing the fierce killing move without warning, The frightened one-eyed white man had no time to dodge back, so he could only cross his hands to block Ye Zixuan's attack.

There was a low, muffled sound as the wrist and ankle collided, and then there was a scream, the one-eyed white man fell out like a kite with a broken string, and fell directly into the crowd of companions before stopping. He wanted to support himself but let out a mouth blood, and then he knelt on the ground in pain, his hands were trembling and drooping, needless to say, he knew they were broken.

The warehouse became dead silent again, and it seemed that even the air stopped surging.

No one expected that Ye Zixuan's combat prowess was so superb that he could knock down the one-eyed white man with one move. This guy is not comparable to the Dark Lord, but he is still a character.

The eyes of more than 50 people became more dignified, and they began to feel the difficulty of the target.

"Seven Bears, warm up."

Ye Zixuan knocked down his opponent with one move, then turned his head to Mo Qixiong who was about to move: "As long as you don't die, let go of your hands and feet and do it."

"Great."

Mo Qixiong's eyes suddenly brightened, and without a word, the strength of his arms, with a click, the handcuffs broke like potato chips, and then Mo Qixiong rushed towards the opponent's camp, and a big Suizhou man with braids was also excited. Getting bloody, he roared to face Mo Qixiong, and the rest of the prisoners also rushed towards Ye Zixuan, like a pack of wolves.

These are the most surviving and most ferocious foreign strong men, all of them bear enough blood debts to be shot, and their death is even more terrifying. Unfortunately, they are destined to fail tonight, because they met the two brothers Ye Zixuan , Facing the siege of the prisoners like tigers and wolves, Mo Qixiong did not retreat but advanced, and the handcuffs on his hands were ruthlessly swept across.

The handcuffs made of fine steel contained Mo Qixiong's domineering power, and hit the head of the big man Suizhou in an arc, a gust of blood spurted out. Blood, Mo Qixiong kicked another Weiss man in the chest, then turned his calf, and kicked the Yindu man in the chin with his toe.

Two blows sounded in a row, the ribs of the Weiss were broken, and the jaws of the Duyindu were severely injured. Both of them fell to the ground and howled, their clenched fists still bloody. They finally tried to bully others in the past. In pain, Mo Qixiong didn't even look at them, his hands turned like windmills, and he slapped his opponents away.

Ye Zixuan did not join the battle group, he believed that Mo Qixiong could handle it well, he just walked slowly behind, stepped on the wounded who fell to the ground, and broke their calves one by one, making them completely lose their fighting power, the light and shadow The interlacing, coupled with the rise of dust, makes the prison cell full of people look like thousands of ghosts dancing.

Muffled groans, screams, broken bones, wailing, countless voices superimposed together, and the blood splattered quickly dyed half of the barn.

Mei Zishu looked at the scene with cold eyes, neither surprised nor frightened, just a touch of interest.

In less than 5 minutes, there were only 13 people left around the Dark Lord, and the rest were all knocked to the ground by Mo Qixiong. What jumped straight was the gentle and refined Ye Zixuan, stepping on his companion's calf unhurriedly, making the sound of broken bones, giving them endless psychological pressure.

fierce!Too fierce!The water is as fierce as seafood.

Usually, they alone can bully eight or nine rookie prisoners, but now Mo Qixiong knocked down more than 40 prisoners by himself. For these heavy prisoners, the sound of bones breaking could be heard every time they made a move, which made the Dark Lord's expression serious.

Who are these two boys?How can it be so tricky?
The Dark Lord began to feel a little bit of remorse: If he had known earlier, he would not have taken up this task. Compared with the benefits obtained, the risk was too great and too great.

The triangular-eyed Beijing policeman in the corridor is smoking leisurely with his companion, while not listening to the movement in the warehouse, avoiding the trouble of writing a report, while betting quietly with his companion on how Ye Zixuan and Mo Qixiong will be beaten, The occasional howls that had to be heard, not only didn't make them feel wrong, but they were all smiles.

All six of them thought that Ye Zixuan and the two were being tortured.

Mo Qixiong raised his knees, smashed the head of a strong man from Wenzhou, then broke off three fingers and threw them behind. With Ye Zixuan's mending foot, everyone knew that the strong man from Wenzhou had become a waste. Not seeing the besieging crowd, he looked very unsatisfied, and hooked his fingers to the Dark Lord and the others: "Old Hei, come here."

Mo Qixiong's pupils radiated the light of a beast, and he raised his handcuffed hands high:

"Aren't you going to deal with us? Why don't you come over and do it?"

The Dark Lord glanced at Mei Zishu with a complicated expression. The latter did not speak from the beginning to the end of this battle, and there was no disturbance in his eyes. It seemed that he had expected this result. , he exhaled a long breath, and walked up from the tense companions, with a smile on his face:
"You two, I think we can have a talk and get along peacefully, which is far better than fighting."

(End of this chapter)