Abandoned Master's Cultivation

The stiff eyebrows finally reacted. These pricks in the old street exceeded his expectations. The pig fat sold in brine had good martial arts. The two women who opened the shampoo room picked up the knife as if they were desperate. In addition to their infinite strength, more than a dozen young people couldn't get close.

Old vizie raati took a two meter long bamboo pole and waved it like a green snake. Sixteen or seven people were knocked over by him.

The shaver, who was thin and became a bone, turned out to be an expert with a knife. Two big scissors were extremely sharp. Ten young people were knocked over by him and wailed in pain.

The picture at this moment is like a dream. Thick eyebrows pinch themselves hard. It hurts. It's not a dream, it's real. There are fewer and fewer people. He can't stay here. Must withdraw!

Thick eyebrow took out his mobile phone and rode on a Kawasaki while making a phone call. The car ignited and stepped on the gear to refuel. The motorcycle roared out.

"Want to run?" the fat man grabbed a cement pier not far behind him, weighing at least 200 kilograms, and threw it away.

The concrete pier whizzed away.

With a bang, Chumei's Kawasaki locomotive crashed, and Chumei also fell to the ground. The mobile phone flew to Xiaohong's feet. Xiaohong's clothes had been dyed red by blood. With a click, she stepped on the mobile phone screen.

Thick eyebrows, multiple bruises on his arms and cheeks, turned over from the ground and knelt up.

More than 70 youths and dozens of locomotives fell to the ground.

"I'm wrong. I'm an errand runner in this matter." thick eyebrows said bitterly. "It's the meaning of the big guys."

The fat man, Xiao Hong, Ah Mei, re atti and the barber stood in front of thick eyebrows and looked at each other with regret and helplessness on their faces.

"It's no use killing him. The cops will come to us," said the thin shaver.

"Go back and tell your master that you are not allowed to come here in the future!" said gerati.

The fat man shook his head. "You can't go. Take 3000 yuan for the car."

Without a word, thick eyebrow took out all the money from his pocket, at least three or four thousand yuan. Then he stood up, got on his motorcycle and ran away.

Among the more than 70 young people who fell on the ground, some with relatively minor injuries also stood up, helped the seriously injured brothers, picked up the stumps and broken arms and left.

In less than ten minutes, there was no personal shadow on the ground except for pools of blood and car oil stains.

In the middle of the old street, the fat man took out half a bag of Yellow Crane Tower given by Jiang Wuchen and gave it a lap. Except that the barber didn't smoke, everyone else smoked.

"I'm lucky to be a neighbor with you for more than ten years," said the fat man.

"The thunder running boxing of the Luo family in the capital is really unusual. I really want to experience it." gerati said with a smile.

"Your heaven and earth stick is also good," said the fat man, and then looked at the barber, "Thirty years ago, in San Francisco, North America, there was a frightening figure, Chinese scissors hand Li Zhenyun. Overnight, he killed three Mafia societies that bullied Chinese in San Francisco, killing 198 people before and after, shocking the world. The FBI and police in North America jointly wanted him, but they could not find him. It is said that after returning home, he hid in Haichuan."

Xiao Hong, Ah Mei and gerati looked at the barber in shock.

The barber had some women's guns and smiled shyly.

"Why kill so many people?" Xiaohong couldn't help asking.

The fat man said, "it's said... Because Li Zhenyun's wife and daughter were insulted by the club and then killed..."

"There are good reasons," Ah Mui said.

The barber didn't admit or deny it. He still had a smile on his face. The smile looked sad. Looking at Xiaohong and Ah Mei, "are you the legendary Kaohsiung sisters?"

They were surprised, "Wow, you can see it? I've been very hidden." Xiaohong was surprised and spoke with a Hong Kong and Taiwan accent.

Five people laughed.

"Heroes don't ask the source. It's fate for everyone to gather here. Unfortunately, our fate has been exhausted," said the fat man.

At the moment, the expressions of the five people were suddenly lonely.

"The times are like this. It may really be a mistake for us to gather here," said the fat man.

"You look very attractive today. I won't charge you any money tonight," Ah Mui said with a smile.

"Well, I don't want money for the pig placenta there," said the fat man.

"I have to go sooner or later. Why is it so difficult to become an ordinary person in a place and take root in life?" re atti said bitterly.

The barber turned his head and looked at him, "Old Wei Zi, have you been unable to sleep at night and always wake up from 1:00 to 3:00 every morning?"

"Well, how do you know?"

"Your liver is bad. Be careful."

The fat man turned to look at him, "old Weizi, you really need to pay attention to your body. The master is also a person."

"I know my own situation. It's not long. I just..." re atti turned back and looked at the people in the distance. "What worries me most is my mother and daughter. I'm afraid I can't take care of them for long."

"Your daughter is good. I'll watch it for you." the fat man smiled and said, "I'm serious."

"Let you see? You'll eat it sooner or later." Ah Mui sneered.

"I'm serious this time," said the fat man.

"Thank you," said zati.

"I've been here for thirty years. I won't go. Even if I want to go, I can't go like this. Maybe after this trouble, things are different."

"Demolition is certain!"

"I'm talking about compensation," said the barber. "It's different when it's known."

"Oh, I hope so," said Xiao Hong.

"Let's go. Let's get busy with our own business. It's time to transfer my tin house back." the fat man said and walked back. When he saw Jiang Wuchen and Matsushima Jixiang, he walked towards them again and took out the stack of money.

Jiang Wuchen was not polite. He reached for it. "Half a bag of Yellow Crane Tower is worth thousands of yuan."

"If it's not because I don't like them, I won't care about it. Let's go," said the fat man. "Take your girlfriend."

Jiang Wuchen shook his head. "I haven't had a meal yet." then he took Matsushima Jixiang back to Jianglai hotel. "Boss, does what you just said count?"

Several people were stunned and turned to look at Jiang Wuchen.

Gerati said with a smile, "count, of course."

Half an hour later, a fresh fried chicken, twenty meat kebabs, two big kidneys, a Nang cake and a pot of milk tea were sent back.

Matsushima Jixiang looked at Jiang Wuchen in surprise. It was hard to imagine that he still had an appetite. Especially when he saw Jiang Wuchen eating those two big kidneys, his cheeks suddenly turned red.

I'm afraid only she knows what's on her mind.

Outside, a young man rushed in and said loudly, "old Weizi, come on, those people are back."