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"Fuck, surround him, surround him quickly!" At this time, Fu Jiangxiong led a group of boys with machetes in their hands and came to Yang Jun with great momentum. Those men with machetes in their hands were shouting that they wanted to surround Yang Jun.

Get up, don't let Yang Jun run away.

Very quickly, in just a few steps, those gangsters had already surrounded Yang Jun. Yang Jun looked at these vicious gangsters with no look of panic on his face, looking calm and composed.

With a playful expression on his face, he looked at these little gangsters!

"You little bitch, you've finally fallen into my hands, right? Damn it, you're pulling it? You're pulling it for me?" Fu Jiangxiong put the machete on his shoulder, tilted his mouth, and spoke in an arrogant tone, looking like he was the most embarrassed person in the world.

He said disdainfully to Yang Jun.

Hearing Fu Jiangxiong's words, Yang Jun showed a meaningful smile and said lightly: "So what if I drag you? Come and bite me?"

"Fuck----------------------" After hearing Yang Jun's words, Fu Jiangxiong immediately became angry, relying on the strength of the crowd, his expression was also very...

He became arrogant. Even though there were more than 20 people on his side, all of them holding machetes in their hands, Yang Jun was not shocked. Moreover, Yang Jun looked arrogant towards himself. Could this be possible?

Does it make Fu Jiangxiong angry?

"Paralyzed bitch, if I don't bite you, I'll kill you!" He said, trying to put the machete on Yang Jun's neck!

Seeing Fu Jiangxiong's situation, Yang Jun only had a faint smile on his face.

Little gangsters like Liquor Fu Jiangxiong can't do anything to Yang Jun. You know, even Gangzi, a strong man with gun soul strength, can fight evenly with Gangzi even if he is injured. Therefore, facing him

If Yang Jun was serious about these little gangsters, he would definitely be able to defeat them in three strikes, five divisions and two, but Yang Jun didn't want to take action.

Yang Jun was afraid of getting his clothes dirty because he wanted to teach these little gangsters a lesson, and fighting against such a small opponent did not arouse Yang Jun's interest at all.

Just like this afternoon, Yang Jun won the battle against the gangsters called by Dong Fei, but it also consumed a lot of Yang Jun's physical strength and splashed blood all over Yang Jun's body, so

Yang Jun doesn't want to take action himself now. The troops from those headquarters are in the dark now and can come out in less than a minute. He just needs to control the situation during this time!

But now facing Fu Jiangxiong's machete, Yang Jun certainly couldn't let Fu Jiangxiong stop him, so Yang Jun quickly raised his right hand and fished it up from bottom to top like a monkey fishing for the moon, wrapping his big hand around Fu Jiangxiong

Yang Jun's arm shook violently, knocking the machete out of Fu Jiangxiong's hand. Yang Jun's other free hand flew up in the air, grabbed the handle of the machete, and swung it towards him with lightning speed.

Fu Jiangxiong's shoulders were lifted up.

"Ta---------------------" Yang Jun pressed the machete in his hand hard against Fu Jiangxiong's neck. The whole movement was done in one go, smoothly and smoothly, without any trace.

sluggish.

"Ah??" At this moment, Fu Jiangxiong suddenly woke up from his stupor, and his body shook violently. What's going on? Where is the machete in his hand? How could it suddenly be in the hands of this country bumpkin? He

How could he move so quickly and place the machete on his neck?

Countless question marks flashed through Fu Jiangxiong's mind, but helplessly, he never figured out how Yang Jun did this. You know, those moves just now took just one second.

What happened between us, how could this country fellow move so fast? This is impossible! Fu Jiangxiong couldn't believe it. You know, it is rare for him to have such fast skills. He is usually a master of martial arts.

National special forces, agents, etc. He never imagined that the country bumpkin in front of him had such a background.

"Fuck---------------------- let my boss go!" Suddenly, the gangsters on the side woke up and pointed their mouths at Yang Jun, ordering

Yang Jun, threaten to release him immediately!

But, who is Yang Jun? A person who is not intimidated! Moreover, these little gangsters can't threaten Yang Jun at all, so Yang Jun stayed where he was, as if he didn't hear what these little gangsters said!

"Fuck----------------------------you are looking for death, you idiot?" Seeing Yang Jun's indifferent look, a little gangster

Some became furious, waving the machete in their hands, and said fiercely to Yang Jun.

Hearing what this little gangster said, a faint smile appeared on Yang Jun's face. He held Fu Jiangxiong, walked a few steps, and asked Fu Jiangxiong to face the little gangster's knife edge and said: "Come on ------

----------------Come and chop me, let me see if your knife is sharp or not!"

"Fuck----------------------you----don't chop him!" After hearing Yang Jun's words, Fu Jiangxiong started

He became anxious. If this little gangster were to strike with a knife, Yang Jun would definitely hit him first. Knowing this serious consequence, Fu Jiangxiong was afraid of death. He was so anxious that if he was struck with a knife, his head would be damaged.

Are you going to open the dipper too?

"This----------------------" After hearing Fu Jiangxiong's words, these gangsters did not dare to speak out.

"Hahaha--------------------Come? Why aren't you coming? You chop, chop it down with one knife, and let me see if your blade is as good as you imagined.

The hit is so sharp!" Seeing these little gangsters trembling with fear, Yang Jun showed a meaningful smile on his face and said to them with a smile, as if he was the judge of this game.

"Fuck------------------don't mess around, don't mess around at all!" After hearing Yang Jun's words, Fu Jiangxiong certainly knew that Yang Jun wanted to let the gangsters chop him up.

He was killed, but with himself as a shield in front of Yang Jun, this little gangster could only hit himself, not Yang Jun!

Therefore, he is in a more anxious mood than anyone else. You must know that he is just a cynical second-generation official who has not experienced any big storms. Now when encountering this kind of situation, he doesn't think about anything, and it is more important to save his life!

"Bitch---------------No, no, no, uncle, uncle, let me go, let me go quickly, don't, don't be so strong, my neck hurts, ouch

!" At this time, he felt that the blade of the machete was piercing his flesh more and more, and bursts of pain came from his neck. He knew that Yang Jun must have pressed the blade hard against his neck, and he couldn't help but beg Yang Jun for mercy.

, you know, he has never experienced such pain since he was a well-fed person since he was young?

"What? What did you call me? Call me one more time. I'm deaf and can't understand clearly!" Yang Jun said with a playful tone.

"You----------------------" After hearing Yang Jun's words, Fu Jiangxiong immediately knew that Yang Jun was playing tricks on him at this time, but what?

How about it? Now the initiative is in Yang Jun's hands. If you want to save your life, you must listen to Yang Jun.

"Sir----------Sir, I beg you, just treat me as a fart and let me go. I will never dare to do it again."

I screamed at you, I swear, I will never dare to be disrespectful to you!" Although I know that Yang Jun is playing tricks, I can't help it. The pain on my neck is getting bigger and bigger now. If I don't follow Yang Jun's words

If you do it, it will probably be easier for him!

"Oh? What did you call me? It was too noisy, I couldn't quite understand it!" Yang Jun continued to laugh playfully.

"I'm so fucked, you bastard, are you playing a fucking trick, right?" At this time, a young gangster couldn't see it and couldn't help but cursed and said.

"Huh?" Hearing this gangster's cry, Yang Jun hesitated and pressed the machete in his hand harder. There was already a blood mark on Fu Jiangxiong's neck!

"Ah, no, uncle, no, bastard, who told you to scold the uncle like this? Kneel down and apologize to the uncle, or I will go back and kill you!" Fu Jiangxiong's face turned pale when he felt the stinging pain on his neck.

He yelled angrily at a young gangster.

"Ah?" The little gangster couldn't help but was shocked when he heard Fu Jiangxiong's words. He was wondering whether he should do it or not.

"Fuck--hurry up!" Seeing the hesitant look on the little gangster's face, Fu Jiangxiong couldn't help but urge.

"This-----------------this------------------" Hearing Fu Jiangxiong's words, the gangster frowned and hesitated.

For a moment, but he still wanted to listen to Fu Jiangxiong's words. Just when he was about to have the idea of ​​kneeling down, he suddenly saw several soldiers holding heavy weapons and wearing high-grade body armor flashing in the jungle on the side.

Appeared, suddenly he came to his senses, his body was shaken by fright, and he shouted: "No, it's not good, there are police, everyone run away."

Saying that, it doesn’t matter what, these little gangsters are most afraid of the police. Now when they encounter the police, they are like rats crossing the street, trying to escape.