My Best Wife

He explained that the place is so big that it is impossible for one organization to control it alone, and the guests come from all over the world. Conflicts are inevitable. If weapons are really allowed to be used, they may happen here every day.

A major murder, and as long as a murder occurs, it will attract the attention of the police, and the city will be closed down sooner or later.

A tacit understanding among various organizations is formed for the common benefit.

As a result, this place has become a dangerous place where violent incidents occur most frequently, and it has also become a safe place with very few deaths.

Fang Zhiqiang nodded and suddenly said in shock: "If you say so, wouldn't it be..."

Before he finished speaking, there were rapid footsteps behind him. When he looked back, he saw that a dozen people were already chasing them aggressively, two of them were the same people on Chevrolet who had looked at them.

Judging from their faces and clothing, four of the dozen or so people were different. They should be members of the Baqi group. The others might be their subordinates, or they might be temporarily recruited local thugs.

Deng Tong sighed and said: "Yes, we still have to fight when it's time to fight." A dozen people gathered around with murderous intent, and one of them said with a evil smile in his eyes: "Fang Zhiqiang, don't think that we don't dare to take action here. Last time we were here On the resort island, Tony didn’t know what medicine he took wrongly, and he actually let you go. Today

God, you must die! "

Fang Zhiqiang and Deng Tong took a few steps back in unison, leaving a space behind them. As long as they had the intention to surround them, the two of them would immediately escape. The people in the Baqi team saw their intentions and did not want to waste more effort in pursuing them. The man wearing glasses, formal clothes and a slicked back raised his hand to stop everyone and said: "Fang Zhiqiang, I advise you not to stop. Make unnecessary resistance,

You can't escape. "

Fang Zhiqiang looked around with his peripheral vision and said: "What's the point of bullying the few? Don't you like to engage in some **** spirit? How about we fight one on one?"

"Fart! If you dare to insult our Bushido, I will definitely kill you!" The one who spoke was the shortest man among these people, but his body was extremely strong, and his body proportions looked bigger than the strongest man on the street. In a circle.

Fang Zhiqiang smiled and said: "I didn't even say anything nonsense, but you just admitted that you are a samurai. You are really cooperative. Let's fight one on one. If you don't dare to fight one on one, stop talking nonsense here!"

"Fuck you...I'll kill you!" The short and stocky man was about to step forward.

The man with glasses quickly stopped him and said, "Don't be impulsive."

Then Fang Zhiqiang said: "Sorry, we are here to kill you, not to talk to you about fairness."

Fang Zhiqiang said: "Let me just say it, **** is bullshit, don't get carried away. You have no ability other than bullying the few with more."

"Seeking death!" the short man yelled angrily, quickly jumped over a distance of seven or eight meters, and punched Fang Zhiqiang in the face.

His punch was fast and fierce, and his whole body was like a running rhinoceros, trying to crush Fang Zhiqiang severely. Fang Zhiqiang was born with a good body and was born to fight. However, he had not trained for long. Although he had a solid foundation, he could not compare with these professional killers. He saw that the man had two thick arms, and knew that he was

He was absolutely unable to fight in terms of strength, and could not be as easy as dealing with the bald man, so he quickly ducked sideways.

The man jumped away, turned around and kicked again, but was dodged again. Several rounds passed like this, and although both sides were full of murderous intent, they didn't even touch the corners of their clothes.

"Aren't you going to fight alone? How come you are hiding? If you dare, just punch me!" said the short and stocky man.

Fang Zhiqiang smiled and said: "That's not possible. A one-on-one challenge requires a real one-on-one challenge. Your people are all watching. I feel pressured. It's not fair."

"Fart! You trash, waste!" the short and sturdy man cursed angrily, and slammed into Fang Zhiqiang's arms like a hungry tiger pouncing on food.

With his impact, once he is hugged around the waist, he will never be able to stabilize his lower body as easily as against the bald head.

Fang Zhiqiang did squat slightly, rushed over with a single lunge, and punched the short man in the face.

The blow was so strong that the stocky man's cheeks were sunken and his jaw was almost broken. He was dizzy and staggered several steps before he managed to steady himself.

"You...you...you're f**king...I'm careless. You're not f**king weak." The short and stocky man shook his head. After calming down, a surprised expression appeared on his face.

The remaining three members of the Baqi team were also a little surprised. According to the information they received, Fang Zhiqiang's physical fitness was pretty good. He only began to receive systematic fighting training after hiring Deng Tong. But just now, it was clear that he was of a very high level. In just a few months, able

It's really admirable to practice like this.

"It seems that Mr. Deng Tong is indeed worthy of his reputation." The man with glasses pushed up his glasses and looked at Deng Tong warily.

Deng Tong smiled and said: "Since you know, then give up. As long as I am here, you can't kill him."

"It's too early to say this now." Another man stood up with a sneer.

He had long hair, a pipe in his mouth, and a muscular figure. He looked like a mountain, giving people a great sense of oppression.

"I heard that you were working as his bodyguard. I wanted to meet you then. Now is the time." The long-haired man took off his coat, handed the pipe to his subordinate, twisted his neck, and moved his muscles.

Deng Tong asked: "Are we really going to fight one on one now?"

The long-haired man said: "Of course."

The two people stood in the middle and stared at each other.

Their posture was different from the usual street melee, and more like a serious duel in the ring. Many people around them saw some clues and stopped to watch with their arms around the long-legged beauty accompanying them.

"These people don't look like they are here to have fun. Looking at them, they look more like professional boxers."

"That's true, and it's obvious that he was pursued here. Maybe he lost money through black boxing, so he sent someone to take revenge."

People around were talking.

The long-haired man bowed his upper body and raised his arms in a standard boxing posture. His left hand was in front, which was a false gesture, intended to test and defend, and his right hand was behind, which was a real punch. Fang Zhiqiang mentally speculated on the outcome of the duel with him, but just looking at this posture, he felt completely powerless. Not to mention whether he could block his attack, just looking at the strong muscles on his body, he doubted whether his fist could hit him.

Can cause harm. The long-haired man was the first to strike, his steps moving forward and back, constantly changing directions, jumping out two steps from time to time, and tentatively attacking Deng Tong's face with his left fist. Deng Tong also concentrated on the attack and responded with the same boxing posture, but he only dodged left and right and did not attack.