The rise of the reborn hero

"Golden Gate Group is like shit!"

As soon as Ma Xidong said these words, the noisy place suddenly became quiet due to the intertwining of various voices.

Especially the managers of several nightclubs in Kinmen who were laughing and chatting with the police just now. His face immediately turned ugly

"Don't put on a bad face, I hate your expressions of not knowing your status. No matter how much money you have, you are still some bastards who bully ordinary people, and we are responsible for managing you, you little bastards."

Ma Xidong didn't care about the silent atmosphere. On the contrary, he became more and more dominant.

In everyone's shocked eyes, the man waved his hands to several Jinmen members and told them to hold their heads with their hands and stay aside." I have the right to inspect all of your rooms here, now all you need to do is cooperate.

He pointed at a few nightclub managers who did not move at all and muttered,"Why do I think you Busan bastards are not as polite as the shiny country people? If it were me, you would have slept on the floor before." When I open my eyes again, I'm afraid all I'll see is the ceiling of the hospital...."

Ma Xidong didn't lie.

His sufficiently developed muscles and superb fighting skills make him famous in the underground world of Gwangju.

The battle that made Ma Xidong the most dissatisfied by everyone in Guangzhou was when he knocked down all nineteen strong men of the Dongming sect with his bare hands, and all of them suffered concussions from him.

What shocked the onlookers even more was that throughout the whole process, Ma Xidong's method of confronting the enemy from beginning to end was to slap him in the face.

You read that right.

Facing the attack of these men, Ma Xidong raised his hand and slapped him hard, causing the enemy to fall to the ground.

The attack method is outrageously simple.

Even these nineteen gangsters, who were considered ferocious in Gwangju, couldn't even change Ma Xidong's fighting style. It shows how terrifying the man's strength is.

It is because of this battle that any black force in Gwangju is afraid of this man.

Things can never be taken at face value.

Everyone was surprised by Ma Xidong's strength, but no one noticed how terrifying his footsteps were throughout the battle!

Those steps in boxing, such as forward and backward sliding steps, parallel sliding steps, these steps are really used by him to reach the peak in seconds!

But that's not enough. After all, there are nineteen people on the other side!

These guys are not playing a formal fighting match with Ma Xidong, so naturally they don't pay attention to one-on-one rules.

You must know that there are no rules in the most real street fighting. If there must be one, then it is one sentence.

Do whatever it takes!

If there are more capable people bullying the less powerful, there will never be a fair fight. If someone can use a machete, he will never beat you with his bare hands! If I can kill you in a sneak attack, I will never stand in front of you and fight you openly!

There is no Superman in this world.

Seven or eight watermelon knives slashed at the body from all directions, but few people could escape unscathed.

But Ma Xidong still won. Why did he win so beautifully?

Mind, a calm and intelligent mind.

This rugged man who looks like a human bulldozer gives the impression that he is a reckless man who works impulsively and carelessly.

But actually?

Ma Xidong's brain possesses a calmness and meticulousness that is difficult for normal people to achieve.

Before the fight began, he had already selected the most appropriate environment through layout. The carefully selected narrow aisle allowed him to face only two or three people at most!

Street fighting fighting skills are only one aspect that determines the outcome, momentum is also very important.

Ma Xidong was as fierce as a tiger. His companions fell down one by one. The six or seven people behind him had actually completely defeated their psychological defenses.

"Hey, don’t the fish and shrimps in Busan have protein? Or your attitude towards eating expired food has damaged your brain."

In the weird silence, Ma Xidong, who was mumbling, walked towards the person in charge of the nightclub,"Damn guys, they can't understand the Korean I speak. They really should be beaten, and the teachers at Busan School are really disrespectful. Responsibility, let you graduate before you have been taught obedience..."

Everyone, including Ma Xidong's team members, looked at this man's chatter with strange eyes.

The distance between Ma Xidong and the person in charge of the nightclub, Jin Chenggyu, is seven to eight meters. Within this distance, several security personnel from Kinmen Nightclub were already standing straight in the center, and everyone was standing straight in the center. He crossed his arms and looked at Ma Xidong coldly. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Uncle, we have been polite enough. Leave now, we promise not to let you go out lying down. After all, it is very troublesome to go to the police office to take notes...."

Artest, one of the thugs, is 1.9 meters tall and weighs 190 kilograms, which makes him look more aura than Ma Xidong.

"Come on, stop the fuck..."

Artest's actions vividly expressed Kinmen's heritage. After warning Ma Xidong several times and still seeing that the other party did not stop at all, he waved his fist without hesitation.

Artest's right hook slid out in a beautiful arc and hit Ma Xidong hard.

He didn't hold back at all!

You must know that he must punch this punch!

If he punches out, even though he may be labeled as assaulting a police officer and sent to a hard labor camp for a few days because of this punch, he will receive a reward within the group.

If you don't fight it out...

Artest knows very well that the increasingly strict rules of the group will tell him how miserable the consequences will be if he is afraid to move forward!

Ma Xidong has been in Busan for just a month, and this is the first time he has revealed in front of his colleagues and people in the underground world of Busan why he is called a god by Gwangju people!

The man's steps didn't stop at all, and he made a sideways dodge that could be written into a textbook.

Then the man turned his hips and twisted his waist, transferring the power of his entire body to his shoulders, and then from his shoulders to his palms.

The slaps came last and first like lightning.

Exclamations spread!

In front of everyone, Artest, a strong man with a height of 1.9 meters, was hit by Ma Xidong's slap and felt like he was flying in the air!.