super hate ring

Chapter 110 Stop shouting, bumpkin

"Are you Jiang Fan?"

The big man sitting on the top of the iron tower glanced at Jiang Fan coldly, took out a photo and compared it carefully, raised his head and chuckled: "It seems that you have had a good month. It's a miracle that it can still grow flesh."

Jiang Fan walked into the hall, looked up and down the big man on the iron tower, "The Black Dragon Hall offended me, Jiang Fan, and didn't move away quickly, and dared to stand in the sea of ​​clouds. This is really a miracle."

"What did you say?" A muscular man next to the big man in the iron tower got angry and took a step forward. The muscles on his shoulders clicked, but the big man in the iron tower stopped him with his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, we have plenty of time today."

"You should be the Cao Cao that our brother met in Xiushui, right?" The big man in the iron tower looked at Jiang Fan again, rubbing his hands together to make a crisp sound of knuckles, "It's all changed, no wonder we can't find you.

Are you so stupid that you threw yourself into a trap today?But if you dare to kill Mr. Yang, it would be too cheap for you to die, and it is not my business to let you die. I will hand it over to my old boss, and they can decide how you die. "

"However." The iron tower man sneered: "I can't decide how you die, but I can decide how you live. Before I bring you to the main hall, I have to give you some condiments. It's your choice. It's peeling, salting, and bleeding Do you pour hot water, inflate your muscles, or put your body in a dark room naked?"

Jiang Fan glanced at the big man in the iron tower in fear, and asked the leading big man next to him who was restrained by him: "Who is this? What does it have to do with Yang Yue? Is it just the dog of the Yang family?"

Jiang Fan was a little strange. To this day, Jiang Fan knew that he could not get hatred without touching the interests and soul of the other party. For example, if he killed Yang Yue himself, would the thugs of the Black Dragon Hall hate him?

No, unless there is a deeper relationship with Yang Yue.

This big iron tower man actually has 12 points of hatred towards himself on his head, this is no ordinary hatred.

"You can also ask about the identity of my hall master?" The leading man returned to the branch hall. Looking at this scene, the branch hall master must have already arranged it properly.

"You mother, don't be ashamed of your face."

Jiang Fan lifted the big man up and fell to the ground suddenly. The whole hall trembled, stepped on it, and spat out: "How dare you make a loud noise in front of you, Uncle Jiang, you fucking don't want to mess around!" gone?"

The big guy in the lead suddenly exhales more air than inhales, humming, and his hatred value increases by 10 points.

"Little bastard, dare to act wild in my Black Dragon Hall."

The muscular man saw that the leading man was stepped on by Jiang Fan in front of so many black dragon cousins, and he was still in the hall of the branch hall. He was furious and couldn't bear it any longer. The sail was cut off.

"Death."

The gleaming machete cut across a bright light, and slashed at Jiang Fan's forehead. The big man on the iron tower was about to shout "Keep alive". If he died, his credit would be much less.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw an unbelievable scene. Jiang Fan faced the machete with his fleshy palm, directly grasped the machete with strong wind in his palm, and looked at the muscular man with a sneer.

"Just because of your stupid appearance, you also belong to the underworld?"

Jiang Fan twisted his backhand, and the machete fell out of his hand immediately. The palm of the muscular man was forcefully ground by the handle, and a layer of skin peeled off. The whole palm of his hand felt nothing but burning.

Jiang Fan threw the knife with his backhand, and the hilt hit the muscular man's chest. With a bang, everyone's scalps felt numb, as if their sternum had been crushed by the knife handle. The muscular man rolled several meters away, raised his head, and pointed his fingers Jiang Fan wanted to say something, but couldn't stop vomiting blood, and finally passed out.

The big man in the iron tower didn't close his open mouth for a while, and he nodded with a stern smile after a long time: "Good boy, you really have two tricks, no wonder you can easily beat my subordinates in Xiushui and at the food stall, but I don't know, you can beat them or not!" Get over me."

The iron tower man came down from the steps, and made a boxing gesture towards Jiang Fan. He rolled his eyes. He was actually not sure. Just now the big man chopped it down with a knife, and the iron tower man believed he could catch it, but It is impossible to be as relaxed as Jiang Fan, and he is not sure that he will win Jiang Fan.

"Black boxing champion?" Jiang Fan looked at the exposed belt of the iron tower man, and said softly. It was the honor belt of the underground black boxing champion.

"Boy, you don't know it when you are about to die. Our hall master has been the underground black boxing champion for two consecutive years. No one in the entire sea of ​​clouds is our hall master's opponent. With one punch, a cow can be beaten to death. Be careful! I was beaten into a puddle of meat." A big man shouted, and the other big men booed.

"Black boxing champion? Then I want to learn, it's just that you are wearing such a big gold medal, isn't it heavy?" Jiang Fan said to the big man on the iron tower.

"Even if you wear it, you are not my opponent."

Being praised by his subordinates, the iron tower man immediately returned with confidence. In the underground black boxing arena, he saw how many strong men he saw, but he was defeated one by one by him, and Jiang Fan was no exception.

The big man in the iron tower shouted, attacked Jiang Fan, and punched Jiang Fan's head with a fist, and the strong wind he brought was countless times stronger than the machete just now. This is because the big man in the iron tower used all his strength. He didn't dare to look directly, imagining that if he was under the fist, his head would be cut open like a watermelon.

"Hey."

The fist didn't hit Jiang Fan's head, and everyone's eyes widened, only to see that Jiang Fan still reached out with one hand, grabbing the fist of the big man on the iron tower, calmly, and didn't move his foot on the smooth floor.

All the thugs in the Black Dragon Hall were shocked, and the big man in the iron tower looked at Jiang Fan in disbelief. Maybe he couldn't beat Jiang Fan, but it wasn't such an exaggeration, right?His own fist was more than a thousand pounds, and he was caught so easily. Is this Jiang Fan still human?

"Is this the strength of an underground boxing champion? That's all."

With a series of crisp sounds, Jiang Fan twisted his backhand, and the iron-pillar-like arm of the iron tower man was twisted in a circle, the whole arm was removed from the shoulder, the arm bone was broken inch by inch, and kicked out , the big man on the iron tower flew upside down and hit the big chair on the steps.

The whole room was shocked.

"If there are any magic weapons, let's show them." Jiang Fan clapped his hands and said calmly.

"You are less proud, don't you just know martial arts? Are you faster than a bullet?"

The whole arm of the iron tower man drooped down, and his hatred for Jiang Fan suddenly rose. At 20 o'clock, he planned to clap his hands as a signal, but now he couldn't clap his hands, so he immediately shouted: "What are you waiting for, come out."

But after shouting, the whole hall was terribly quiet, you could hear a needle drop, and there was no sound.

"Come out, what are you doing?" The tower man shouted again.

There was still no movement, the people in the Black Dragon Hall looked around with suspicious faces, only Jiang Fan stood where he was, with one foot on the ground and the other on the back of the leading man, shaking his feet constantly, with a mocking smile on his face .

"Come out quickly, those with guns, where are you going?" The big man in the iron tower was about to go crazy.

"Stop yelling, bumpkin." Jiang Fan raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. Immediately, a series of noises came, one screen after another fell down, and the bodies of Heilongtang fainted on the ground appeared behind them, with guns scattered aside.

At the same time, bodies fell from the railing on the second floor and fell onto the hard floor, making a "bang bang" sound and rolling to pieces.

The iron tower man and all the black dragon hall thugs were dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)