Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

Jiang Shan turned to look at him, then turned his head back again, with an indescribable contempt in his eyes. Brother Lang's anger had already risen, and a heavy kick had already arrived in front of Jiang Shan!

Jiang Shan was silent, as if he was indifferent to everything. The next moment, the leg that was supposed to kick Jiang Shan suddenly bent back. After a crisp sound of bone cracking, Brother Lang fell to the ground with a plop. He covered himself and it was broken.

He cursed loudly on his right leg. Brother Lang had taken a lot of powder today, and the pain had been greatly reduced. His voice was covered by the loud music, but it did not escape Jiangshan's ears.

"Damn it, are you looking for death? Do you know who I am?" Even if Brother Lang breaks his leg, he still wants to find some face in language.

It was Jiang Shan's foot that answered him. Jiang Shan's toe stepped on Brother Lang's unbroken leg, crushing it as hard as a cigarette butt dropped on the ground. Jiang Shan's cold voice seemed to be in Brother Lang's ears.

Bian whispered: "I don't know who you are, but I know you are dying."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another sound of bone cracking, and Brother Wolf's calf exploded directly. After the crackling sound, pieces of flesh and bloody bones flew towards the lively dancing crowd.

Several dancers touched the leg bones that fell on their bodies and asked curiously: "What is this?" After a while, they found something sticky on their hands, which also smelled of blood.

"Ah, murder." A girl screamed and threw the leg bone bleeding with white marrow.

More people saw the bones. The smell of blood was fermenting in the entire space. Huge panic enveloped everyone. People who were originally immersed in the dance stopped. The DJ also changed the music when he saw everyone's expressions.

After a moment, someone opened the door, and people poured out like a wave.

The bartender looked at Brother Lang who had passed out, grabbed the walkie-talkie at the bar and started to contact the people behind him. He quietly stared at Jiangshan with cold eyes. Jiangshan sat down at the DJ's seat, trying to find a disc that suited the atmosphere at the moment. He

After flipping through these discs, I found that they were somewhat different from my own taste, so I casually took a copy of "A Laugh from the Sea" and put it on the record player. After the squeaking sound, the unknown instrument made its first note.

Jiang Shan turned up the volume to the maximum, and the whole bar was filled with Xu Guanjie's slightly older voice, which was still in Cantonese. But at this moment, Jiang Shan could no longer care about so much. A large group of men in black had surrounded him, and the sword in his hand flashed.

Wearing light.

"Turn on the lights." The leading man in black said, and instantly the colored lights in the entire bar stopped beating, and the white fluorescent lights illuminated the entire space. It felt like God had defeated the devil and reoccupied the world.

Unfortunately, Jiangshan is the devil tonight.

Jiang Shan silently looked at the group of people in front of him. They seemed to be no different from the group of people in his memory. They had fierce expressions on their faces and they had to wear black windbreakers.

"Who are you?" asked Scarface, the leader. Scarface has a reputation in this area and is known as a calf protector. The calf he protects is Brother Lang, who has fainted.

"You don't need to know." Jiang Shan was still sitting on the DJ's seat, motionless.

"Alang has a grudge against you?" Scarface asked again.

"No." Jiang Shan shook his head, a trace of sympathy flashed across his face, "I have grudges against all of you."

Scarface slapped his head and said angrily: "You have no fucking shame, just fuck him."

After saying that, two men in black rushed up with watermelon knives. Jiang Shan looked at the two men and slapped them in the air. The two men spun several times in the air like tops and then fell heavily to the ground unconscious.

Half of his face was swollen, and blood began to bleed from his ears, nose, and mouth.

Jiang Shan still felt that it was not enough, so he threw another fireball at it. He still had some talismans for the fireball, so there was no need to save it now. He had to burn that ugly black windbreaker first. The fireball directly surrounded the two fallen people.

The unconscious person on the ground began to burn with a cry.

Scarface was frightened by the scene in front of him. Is this guy a ghost? He could hunt cattle across mountains and throw fireballs out of thin air. He gritted his teeth and said, "The past two people put out the fire. The others will join me."

"Come on." More than a dozen people rushed toward Jiangshan with swords raised. Jiangshan was still sitting there with the DJ, like a king sitting on the throne, with pride, contempt... and world-destroying hatred in his eyes!

Boom! Jiang Shan lightly punched. This punch was like an armored vehicle operating at full speed, sending everyone flying backwards. The sound of hitting the wall was endless.

"The quality of your wall is very good." Jiang Shan commented, he moved his wrist, and the song happened to be played again. In two minutes, he destroyed all the opponents, but the opponent didn't even have a finger on his.

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"Tell Fatty Hong to come out. If he doesn't come out, I will destroy the entire Hong Family Association!"

"Which son of a bitch wants to destroy my Hong Family Association!"

A familiar voice came, Jiang Shan's pupils tightened, and an even greater murderous aura bloomed from his body.

Fatty Hong, who had a shiny face, walked out surrounded by a large group of people. There were at least a hundred people behind Fatty Hong. A hundred people crowded in, and the bar became full in an instant. Jiang Shan nodded: "That's good.

Yes, you all will die here today."

"Hahahaha, I don't know where this kid came from. He dares to run wild here before his hair is fully grown." Fatty Hong showed his big yellow teeth and turned to his subordinates.

But when he turned around, he was stunned, because he knew the boy who came to make trouble in front of him. Isn't that the king of the old Liu family? Fatty Hong clapped his hands excitedly: "Who I thought it was, it turns out to be the king, San

A few months ago, your bastard father risked his own life to send you away. Why are you back again? Do you miss your bride? She has a really good figure, tsk tsk tsk." Hong.

The fat man smacked his lips with an afterthought on his face.

A black shadow flashed in front of his eyes. Jiang Shan left his seat at some point and appeared in front of Fatty Hong. He grabbed Fatty Hong's head and knocked it on the marble bar. The sound of "dong dong dong dong" made everyone present.

Everyone felt frightened when they heard this. Fatty Hong yelled in pain: "Shoot me, kill him." His voice was miserable, as if he was being tortured in the eighteenth level of hell. After a few times, Fatty Hong even shouted

Won't come out.

Fatty Hong's men took out their pistols. Jiang Shan was facing away from them. This was a good opportunity to take action. The second before they pulled the trigger, a force twisted all the gun bodies into twists. After the trigger was pulled,

, the bullet exploded with a bang, and everyone who was holding a gun had an arm blown off, and the blood instantly dyed the entire ground red.