"Ah!"
Old Eagle, who had just charged forward, let out a blood-curdling scream as blood spurted from his nose.
No one had expected Old Eagle to be the one getting beaten up.
He was punched in the face.
Fresh blood flowed wildly, and he couldn't stop it.
Everyone was stunned, including Zuo Ming.
Only then did everyone notice the man standing beside the woman.
He had a neat, slick-back hair, a medium build, a well-ironed suit, and an expensive watch on his wrist. He looked calm.
Behind him were two tall bodyguards.
The one who attacked just now was one of them.
"There's a chance?"
Zuo Ming's eyes lit up.
He had just chosen a character card and was about to stack his character.
He really wasn't sure if he could take down hundreds of people by himself.
On the other side, Zuo Shi Shi also noticed something unusual.
Her beautiful face was pale.
She leaned against the man and whispered something.
The man nodded and said nothing.
However, the bodyguard behind him took out his phone and immediately made a call.
"Damn it, how dare you hit me!"
Old Eagle snatched a machete from his lackey.
The shiny tip of the knife was pointed at the heads of the people at the door.
The man with the slickback looked at Old Eagle and smiled.
"I'm Liu Hai, why don't you give me some face?"
Before he could finish, Old Eagle interrupted him.
"Face? Who the f * ck are you? Do you have any face?”
"Weren't you very arrogant just now? Aren't you hitting me? Come on, continue fighting!"
As he spoke, Old Eagle savagely slapped his own face.
Liu Hai raised his eyebrows and said,
"What exactly do you want?"
Old Eagle looked him up and down and smiled darkly.
"What do you want? If you hit me, you'll have to pay for it!"
Liu Hai adjusted the watch on his right wrist and asked indifferently,
"How much?"
Old Eagle licked his lips and extended three fingers.
"Three hundred thousand?"
"Are you f * cking trying to send a beggar away? Three million!!!”
"Three million?"
Liu Hai chuckled.
He shook his head and said indifferently,"
"No, I haven't."
"There's nothing easy to do. Use the beauty beside you as compensation!”
"F * ck you!"
The arrogant Old Eagle was suddenly kicked to the ground.
It turned out that Chen Wenlong had rushed up from behind and kicked Old Eagle in the waist.
This kick wasn't light, and Old Eagle fell flat on his face, his chin slamming into the steps, blood flowing out.
He got up without saying a word. He was submissive and completely lost his arrogance from before.
Zuo Ming heaved a sigh of relief.
It seemed that Liu Hai had some background. Chen Wenlong probably recognized him.
Chen Wenlong waved his hand and shouted,"
"Kill them directly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an explosion sounded.
They saw countless motorcycles rushing over from all directions.
"F * ck!"
Zuo Ming cursed in his heart.
"Little brother!"
Zuo Shi Shi screamed.
The security guard at the door was long gone, and the door was tightly shut.
The Steel Torrent split into two groups, and nearly half of the motorcycles rushed toward the gate.
Because of the stairs, the motorcycle stopped at the entrance.
A group of people got out of the carriage with clubs and machetes in their hands.
Zuo Ming also heard his sister's shout, but he could not take care of himself at the moment.
The other half of the motorcycles rushed over. There were about 40 to 50 people in the front and back seats.
The three motorcycles that were closest to them had already arrived in front of them, and the machetes were emitting a cold light under the lights.
Ding!
"Character stacking completed, points used up.”
"Tianjin's number one Huo Yuanjia Jeet Kune Do Bruce Lee.”
Two iconic characters immediately appeared in Zuo Ming's mind and quickly overlapped.
Every character brought an endless sense of security.
'Ding…martial skill stacking completed.'
'Ding…Speed Stacking complete.'
'Ding…Power Stacking complete.'
'Ding…Recovery ability stacking completed.'
"Ding, HP stack completed."
'Ding…Gall Stacking completed.'
A series of notifications rang in his mind, and Zuo Ming's mind suddenly became clear.
Countless martial arts skills seemed to be imprinted in his bones.
Boundless power surged out from his limbs and bones, quickly spreading throughout his entire body.
The warmth was indescribable.
Zuo Ming could even feel that compared to Huo Yuanjia in the movies and TV series.
The time he spent on one punch was definitely more than 20 years!
This was the power of layering.
"Ah, hit ~!!!"
Zuo Ming shouted.
The sound drowned out the roar of countless motorcycles.
At this moment, his blood and Qi were exuberant, and his voice was like divine might descending.
With an astonishing leap, he leaped high into the air and directly passed over the head of the speeding motorcycle.
A flying kick landed on the helmet of the lackey holding the machete.
Puff!
The man spat out a large mouthful of blood into his helmet, and his body flew five to six meters in the air.
"Boom!"
He knocked down two motorcycles that were speeding toward him.
"Boom!"
"Ah…"
It was like a chain reaction.
Many motorcycles behind them did not stop in time and collided with each other, making a loud sound.
The underlings were thrown off their feet and lying on the ground, wailing incessantly.
Zuo Ming raced against time and directly rushed into the crowd.
Wherever it passed, it was like a wild wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and everyone wailed.
In just over a minute, a large number of people collapsed beside him.
There were at least 30 of them!
No one was a match for him!
"F * ck, with my combat strength, I've directly become a god!”
Zuo Ming's heart skipped a beat as he hurriedly looked at the nightclub's entrance.
Perhaps it was because there was too much movement here, everyone stopped.
They all looked over in shock.
Even Liu Hai, who had always been very calm, was slightly moved at this moment.
Zuo Ming looked at Zuo Shishi, who was covering her mouth.
For some reason, he instantly understood his sister's eyes.
Unbelievable…
She couldn't help but worry…
There was also deep doubt…
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