First Class Genius

Out of the area covered by the Baili building, Han Fei was hungry. He saw a deep alley nearby that could lead directly to the food street. Han Fei walked slowly.

Deep, simple and long. At noon, there was no one in the alley. Han Fei enjoyed it while walking. He was in a leisurely mood. Han Fei is still very happy to solve the problem of insufficient personnel in the martial arts department!

"Han Fei -" a familiar cry came from an intersection in front. Han Fei looked up and saw a familiar figure disappear at the front corner.

In the two crossing alleys, the figure disappeared quickly, and the sound of hurried footsteps was faintly heard.

Han Fei frowned slightly, felt it a little, and walked in the direction of the disappearance of the figure without hesitation.

Twenty meters ahead, Han Fei saw a group of people. Waiting there with a stick in his hand; Han Fei turned back, and the same group of people blocked the backward intersection.

At the moment, Han Fei is the sandwich of sandwiches, with more than ten meters high on both sides. Three meter wide moss concrete wall. The vertical wall was wet with water stains. Han Fei couldn't climb and escape.

At a glance, there are hundreds of people besieged in front of and behind, all young people around the age of 20. At a glance, you can see that they are gangsters in society.

Han Fei smiled, looked ahead and walked slowly.

Han Fei doesn't like to go back. A group of small fish and shrimp are not afraid.

Random war. It's street fighting again. For Han Fei, who is alone, this is not a problem. Looking at each other's posture, he is ready to punish Han Fei with the advantage of many people.

"Kill!" With a roar, the leading youth raised his machete and shouted to kill, not fight. It can be seen that the other party's resolute attitude.

The people behind the interception were not in a hurry. They waited for the opportunity like poisonous snakes.

Han Fei took a deep breath, did not hide, did not fear, and stood proudly.

He stood still, as if waiting for those gangsters who were out of control to rush over.

The first two gangsters rushed in front of him. Han Fei leaned forward with both hands, grabbed a student's shoulder with both hands and threw them hard. Their bodies fell to one corner. Han Fei did not even look at them, but fastened the back necks of the other two students.

A gangster rushed towards Han Fei and punched Han Fei's body.

Han Fei leaned slightly and grabbed his arm. Without stopping, the opponent stabbed a gangster in the chest.

An attacker slashed Han Fei's ribs with a machete. As soon as Han Fei closed the area, the gangster turned around and became a sandbag in front of Han Fei. He was beaten by countless people.

The third attacker was kicked off by Han Fei——

The fourth attacker was knocked to the ground by Han Fei——

More and more people came up, and Han Fei moved.

He even took the initiative to meet the crowd and resolutely moved forward.

"If I want to go, who can stop me?" Han Fei roared proudly to the sky. He didn't dodge and went straight on the right road.

He held out his hand. The red haired gangster in front of him was still hesitating whether to slap him in the face or kick him down.

While cutting down, their bodies quickly shifted. It turned out that Han Fei was behind, and the gangster stood in front of him. In an instant, he became the gangster in front of Han Fei, and took his body as a sandbag to block five or six fists and more than a dozen big feet behind him.

No matter how fierce others punch, no matter how fierce others kick, no matter how fierce others attack, they hit the air in front of him.

Han Fei was besieged by countless people, but it was difficult for them to touch his body, skin and even a corner of his clothes.

He raised his feet and walked forward. He didn't turn left or avoid right. He rushed straight out of a road, just like walking around in a leisurely manner.

A gangster rushed over and quickly backed back when he saw Han Fei's smiling face. Occasionally, someone wants to sneak a smart attack, but he is kicked to the ground by Han Fei.

Finally, no one dared to challenge Han Fei. Challenge this frightening devil.

Han Fei stopped.

He stood on the Qingshiban road. He stood in the middle of the alley. He glanced at the gangsters in front and back and said in a loud voice, "are you very unconvinced? Do you feel like a tujiwa dog? I'm stronger than you. I'm just stronger than you. Now you can do only one thing - raise your head and look up to my existence. "

The scorching sun blooms a warm light, the color is gorgeous, and the red flowers bloom. The unknown flowers climb the gray mottled wall.

In the sky, unknown birds chirped and flew by. When combing their feathers, they accidentally shook off the water droplets on their feathers and splashed on the gangster's face and body. It's cold and smells like bird droppings.

Quiet!

No one spoke, and even breathing slowed down.

Everyone looked at the man standing in the middle of the alley, the man who was invincible against a hundred.

He is handsome and handsome, and his face is detestable.

He is gentle and modest, he is arrogant and arrogant.

He is cruel and cruel. He has a compassionate heart.

He was weak and his words were sonorous.

People who mix society most admire the stronger ones than them. Han Fei has conquered them with his strong strength and won their heartfelt respect.

Besides Han Fei, who can be like him?

What made all the gangsters afraid was that Han Fei was not hurt at all. Even Han Fei's white shirt was not stained with dust and blood.

However, those who were knocked down by Han Fei were either covered with blood. Lying on the ground wailing; Or hold your arms and legs and howl like a pig. All gangsters who attacked Han Fei lost their resistance.

"Five minutes and twenty-seven seconds!"

Han Fei glanced at his mobile phone, shook his head and smiled bitterly. He was not very satisfied with his record. In the face of a group of thugs, it took so long. It seems that their physical weakness still affects their play.

"Get out!" Han Fei has more than a dozen gangsters in front of him, and there are seven or eight behind him. At the moment, these people were in a dilemma. After Han Fei roared, he ran to both sides like Meng Dahe.

"Tell your master to send some powerful people next time!" Han Fei's back stopped at the entrance of the alley. He raised his hand and flicked the dust on the collar of his shirt. After a coquettish warning, he left.

The wail grew louder.

It turned out that the gangster lying on the ground, you held me, I pulled you, howled and staggered away.

In a quarter of an hour. Two people appeared at the entrance far away from the entrance of the alley. They looked at the bloodstained bluestone slab and looked cold and numb.

Failed! More than 100 people chased and blocked, holding machetes, and unexpectedly let Han Fei leave.

Take advantage of his illness. Kill him!

The time you chose was no problem, and the place you chose was favorable enough, but you still failed!

"What is the probability of success if we do it?" The man on the left, with a touch of cruelty floating around his mouth, "these gangsters are still not hard enough!"

"If they really work hard, they will die! Whoever makes a cruel move will be seriously injured. If we had just shot, we might have died! " The man on the right has a thick beard. Although he is less than 40 years old, he gives people a sense of stability.

"Han Fei has gone to the food street. Shall we go there?" There was a scar on the corner of Ju Zuo's mouth. He twitched in the sunlight and disdained it very much“ As long as it's for dinner, I don't believe it can't kill him! "

As soon as the voice of scar's mouth fell, his eyes became frightened. I was patted on the shoulder and turned around to see a pale face.

"Poop!" Turn around again. The companion who spoke just now stared round his eyes, shed thick black blood from the corners of his mouth and fell down.

Dead! Just die!

Scar mouth feels like a dream! Han Fei just asked for a bowl of hot and sour powder. How could he appear in front of him silently, and then silently assassinate his companion and catch himself?

The alley was quiet. Looking at that face, scar mouth felt like he was dreaming. His body was stiff and disobeyed. He blinked desperately to confirm that he was still alive.

"Xiao Hongjun sent you!" Han Fei stared into scar's eyes and asked coldly.

"You don't want to know anything!" Scar's mouth is very spineful and supports his back. Then it was dark, a tingling pain came, and the vitality pulled away from the body like lightning.

"Poop!" Scar's mouth fell on his companion, and bright red blood gushed from the corners of his mouth, ferocious and terrible.

"I'm not asking you, but confirming!" Han Fei's eyes were cold, looked directly at those unwilling and resentful eyes, and then drifted away.

Out of the alley, Han Fei was surrounded by an old man of about 50 years old. If scar mouth was still alive, he would recognize that the old man was the boss selling hot and sour powder.

The old man looked at the alley. Two cleaners were throwing the body into the dustbin, and then pushed the dustbin to the other side of the alley.

"Take me to him!" Han Fei said a word. The old man nodded and led the way in front of him.