52. Wushu Druid Borrowed Knife Injures People Record

  "Brother Yong..."

  "Beat him to death for me!" Seeing his trusted aide come in, Hong Yong didn't bother explaining anything and gritted his teeth at Bai Huan: "Even if he really is beaten to death, I'll take the blame myself!"

  He is now a successful person, raising dozens of subordinates, with a logistics company and three engineering teams under his command. Wherever he goes, people will respectfully call him "President Hong"! But just now, that little brat actually dared to touch his whiskers in front of him?

  Isn't this the little lamb poking its hoof into the tiger's face?

  It's turned upside down!

  We must take drastic measures and at least disable one of his arms!

  Add one more leg!

  Since the boss had spoken harshly, the driver didn't think much of it and swaggered forward with a smug face. As he walked, he cracked his knuckles loudly, striking a pose as if playing with a mouse.

  "Hong boss, this was originally between us, Manager Bai he..."

  Before Zhang could finish speaking, Hong Yong glared at her with his beady eyes: "How dare you, this little bastard is cursing me to death, and I'm not allowed to discipline him? Don't force me to lay hands on a woman!"

  Some people say that thugs who know martial arts are the most formidable, while others say that thugs who understand culture are the most formidable.

  But now the fact is proved, only those who are shameless and unscrupulous are the most formidable!

  The fat man with bloodshot eyes stared at them, and even though the two women were usually loud and boisterous, they were now as silent as the most obedient kittens.

  "Kill him!"

  Hong Yong shouted again, seeing his boss getting impatient, the black T-shirt driver took two steps forward, raised a fist as big as a sand pot, and swung it at Bai Hua's face. This man had a strong physique, usually in the gym, one punch could shatter two 3cm thick taekwondo grading boards, easily like cracking an egg! Now the fist hadn't even arrived yet, but Bai Hua already felt the wind rushing towards him.

  From the perspective of an onlooker, the white flash under the rough black fist is like a human infant in front of a wild mountain gorilla, which can be ruthlessly tossed out like a torn rag bag at any time!

  Hong Yong was very clear about his own strength, and in the moment he swung his fist, a fierce and bloodthirsty smile had already appeared on his face.

  The two women, however, frowned and averted their eyes, busily turning their heads to one side, completely lacking the courage to watch the cruel scene that was about to unfold.

  But some people are destined to be disappointed, there is no scene of nosebleeds splashing everywhere, nor any seconds-long killing scenes with a hand covering the face.

  Bai Huan faced the fist that was as swift as a thunderbolt, without flinching or dodging, and countered with an identical straight punch.

  Crack——crackle! A string of bone-shattering sounds that made one's scalp tingle, Bai Huan's body remained motionless, but the cruel smile on his face instantly transformed into an expression of unbearable pain. The change was so smooth and natural that even a high-speed camera couldn't capture it.

  That's the difference between 101 combat power and 138 combat power.

  Now Bai Huan is not the rookie druid who faced Jia's hitmen a few months ago. Whether it's understanding his own physical functions or applying them, he has reached a new height. To put it bluntly, if Bai Huan receives about half a year of systematic boxing training, he can sweep the professional boxing world.

  No difference class!

  It wasn't until several seconds after the two fists met that the people around them realized what had just happened. Hong Yong's triangular eyes widened to their limits, completely disbelieving the scene he was seeing; while Song Yan'er covered her mouth, but a cry of surprise still escaped her lips.

  Liao Lao San had to use force to support his chin, only then could he avoid the tragic consequences of a dislocated jawbone.

  Everyone did not expect that this young man, who looked no stronger than an ordinary person, was like a miniature Tyson, and with just one punch, he disabled Hei Da's arm.

  If it were an ordinary person who suffered a metacarpal fracture, they would definitely be clutching their arm and wailing in pain.

  But Hei Da Ge is not an ordinary person, this man belongs to the type of brain scarcity and limb development, so he is called Hong Boss's number one fierce general - actually it's just a synonym for rough people.

  After his finger was fractured, he didn't retreat. Instead, after rummaging through his left sleeve for a few moments, he pulled out a knife.

  The Butterfly 940 balisong knife is no different from a fruit knife when folded, but once the blade is popped out, its sharp and bloodthirsty side is revealed.

  Hei Daigou, with a fierce weapon in hand, puffed up his eyes and let out a loud roar, stabbing Bai Huan's waist and abdomen. The person, under intense pain, thoroughly stirred up their ferocity, striking again with venom and darkness, no longer caring about the consequences! Looking at his stance, it was clear that he was targeting Bai Huan's spleen and kidneys, intending to cripple him with one knife.

  Just a moment ago, several onlookers who had just caught their breath were still worried, and now they were even more anxious. Not only were Song Yan'er and Zhang Jie flustered, but Liao Laosan was also wailing in distress - now that things had come to blows, no matter who ended up dead or injured, as the landlord, he would be the one to deal with a heap of trouble.

  But what happened next left everyone stunned once again!

  Just as Hei Da Ge was about to stab Bai Huan with his knife, the latter suddenly clapped his arms and flew out like a kite with a broken string. After a light turn in mid-air, he landed behind Hei Da Ge.

  The power of wild communication has not disappeared, and under the effect of ability feedback, Bai Huan also possesses some skills of fighting chickens at this time.

  Like a legendary qinggong, it puffed its sleeves and jumped up more than one person high, and still so effortlessly and freely jumped up.

  Everyone's eyes widened, the small farmhouse was as quiet as Tokyo after being bombed by the US military. Each person had an unshakeable question in their mind - is this real life or a movie set?

  Only the brain of Hei Da Ge hasn't turned around yet.

  As he stabbed at the air, his subconscious turned his head back, and what entered his eyes was Bai Huan's disdainful expression, curling up her lips. This look made his face instantly turn beet red, and under the stimulation of cerebral congestion, he gripped the small knife again and stabbed it over.

  Staring at the dark shadow that was rushing over, Bai Huan's face was flustered as he shouted and yelled, but his feet didn't slow down at all, continuously sprinting backwards.

  After several retreats, he leaned against Hong Yong's side.

  This time, Bai Huan didn't dodge. Facing the knife that was going to take his life, he simply sidestepped calmly and flashed to the side. At the same time as he dodged, his left hand landed on Hei Da Ge's wrist holding the knife, while his right hand hooked around Hei Da Ge's shoulder, and with a fierce burst of strength, he sent him flying.

  After he flashed away, Hong Baozi, who was originally still grinning ferociously, didn't even have time to wipe the smile off his face before a look of horror uncontrollably emerged.

  But his body's reaction was far behind his neural instructions, just as the sneer and terror entwined together in a fascinating way, turning into an eerie fat face for a moment...

  Pfft——

  What is this?

  The sound of a sharp blade piercing human flesh...

  "Ah! You son of a bitch!"

  The fatty, who was stabbed by his own subordinates and Bai Hua, immediately sprang up like a wound-up iron-plated frog, covering the wound with one hand and jumping three feet high. His mouth didn't know who to scold, then he turned blue in the face and leaned back. It has to be said that compared to ordinary people of normal build, Hong Yong's defensive power as a fatty is really breathtaking. After being stabbed so hard, he could still stand upright without falling.

  Of course, this also has a lot to do with Hei Da's discovery that something was wrong and his temporary withdrawal of power and mistaken change in direction.

  Zhuang Han saw that he had accidentally injured his boss and suddenly let go of his hand.

  Before he could even think about what to do next, he had already happily fainted.

  Bai Guang rushed over again, and with one punch, he smashed his fist onto the man's nose. The cracking sound of bones shattering was like crushing a hard walnut.

  Several onlookers felt a sourness in their noses at the same time.

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