My iceberg smiled

Chapter 738 Junk Weapon
The iron stick drew a circle very quickly, and a silver afterimage appeared.

Then I saw a group of people swarming up, with Han Qianxiao as the center, they were quickly knocked down by iron bars into one piece, and flew out.

Each hit the cheekbones of the face, and the sound was muffled.

Han Qianxiao herself was in an extremely quiet state, she couldn't hear the muffled sound of smashing and hitting, so her strike would not be light or heavy.

It always feels like it's not enough.

So when you swing the stick next time, you will be more ruthless and faster.

Han Qianxiao was even a little addicted as he hit the back.

As if he had regained the pleasure of abusing others in his previous life, the blood in his whole body gradually began to boil.

In this cold winter, she didn't feel cold at all, so she wore a black sweater and "killed all directions" in this underground parking space.

Every stick hits the key point, and those who fly out find it difficult to get back up later.

They rushed up wave after wave, and they were all sent flying, which made the people behind who rushed forward couldn't help but slow down hesitantly.

Some were stalemate and didn't dare to go forward, just staring at the young man in the center.

The other party was cold, but the corners of his lips were hooked.

They finally didn't dare to underestimate Han Qianxiao's strength.

It was unheard of for a high school student to fight like this.

At least so far, no high school student dares to be so tough with the society, right?
No wonder Brother Bao wanted to call so many people, and now they felt that these people seemed not enough for the young man in front of him to deal with.

5 minute later.

The people who were rushing forward just now were all crying and rolling on the ground, some of them had their heads broken, and there were streaks of blood on the ground.

Han Qianxiao did some exercise, and her back was slightly sweating.

Seeing that he had fallen down, he lazily threw the iron rod in his hand.

The front of the stick was dented by her.

She snorted contemptuously: "Tch, trash weapon."

She walked up to the panther step by step, then squatted down.

The opponent's body shook violently, and he stepped back while clutching his bleeding head.

Just when he saw Han Qianxiao knocking down groups of younger brothers to the ground, the black panther already felt that something was wrong.

He wanted to retreat, but he was hit hard by a person who flew out in the process. His head hit the speed bump in the parking lot, and blood was seen on the spot.

With no strength in his hands, he couldn't even take out the dagger hidden in his sleeve.

Panther suddenly felt a trace of fear.

"You...what are you going to do! I, I can let you go, and I won't trouble you in the future! It's true!"

Han Qianxiao was amused, and said slowly: "Your good brother, that paper tiger, told me so at the beginning. How dare you say that there is no one he sent here today?"

Han Qianxiao saw through the other party's mind at a glance, and the black panther couldn't even speak.

He felt that he was cheated by the tiger, and he was miserable.

Tiger didn't show up tonight, but sent a group of younger brothers over to help him stand up, but the other party turned out to be such a ruthless character.

That's not what the Tigers said on the phone before.He said that the other party was just a slightly bullish student boy.

And the Black Panther was indeed too arrogant to take it seriously.

The result now?
Looking at the younger brother who was slumped around, a trace of imperceptible hatred flashed in Heibao's slightly lowered eyes.

(End of this chapter)