Qiao Donghai's body fell to the ground in the alley, and blood slowly seeped out from the ground.
" I, I killed someone…" The thug with the nose ring was so scared that his body trembled non-stop. The gun in his hand fell to the ground."I, I, I…"
Brother Mao was also trembling with fear. He looked at Qiao Donghai who was lying on the ground and gulped."He, he's dead, right?"
" He should be dead. He was stabbed so many times and shot…" Another hooligan answered shakily.
These hooligans usually only hated and bullied ordinary people. When had they really killed anyone?
Now that Qiao Donghai was dead, everyone was scared out of their wits.
"Someone died?"
Is Qiao Donghai really dead?"
A few hooligans were terrified.
Suddenly, a clear voice sounded,"
"Dead? Who died? How could he die so easily? Isn't he living well?"
F * ck!
Brother Mao was so scared that his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
In the alley that was originally empty except for them, a bald little monk in white appeared out of nowhere.
The little monk squatted beside Qiao Donghai and tapped his body a few times, sealing his acupoints and stopping the bleeding.
"You, who are you? When did you arrive?" Brother Mao asked, trembling.
The small monk took out two pills and stuffed them into Qiao Donghai's mouth. He then smiled at Brother Mao and said,""My name is Fan Zheng."
Brother Mao mustered up his courage." Monk, we are from the Flying Dragon Gang. I advise you to mind your own business!" Otherwise, the knives in our hands won't recognize people!”
Fan Zheng was using his Dharma power to melt the blood tonic Qiao Donghai was taking. Without even raising his head, he replied,""This Penniless Monk is busy saving people! I'll tell you guys later!"
"Save people?" "Qiao Donghai isn't dead yet?" The hooligan with the nose ring was stunned.”
Fan Zheng raised his head and his shiny bald head shook.""What death? With This Penniless Monk here, you can't die even if you want to!”
Before he could finish his sentence, Qiao Donghai, who was lying on the ground, suddenly let out a muffled groan.
"Hmm…"
"F * ck!" The hooligan with the nose ring almost jumped up in fright."F * ck, Brother Mao! He really didn't die!"
Brother Mao and the other two hooligans thought that they had killed someone. They were originally scared out of their wits. Now that they saw that they were not dead, they became fierce again.
Brother Mao picked up the pistol on the ground and aimed it at Fan Zheng.""Little monk, we kill people without batting an eye!
I advise you to leave this place quickly and stay out of this mess!”
"Brother Mao, are we really going to kill this little monk?" The thug with the nose ring gulped. He appeared and disappeared like a ghost, and it seemed that he was not to be trifled with!
Moreover, Qiao Donghai is dying. Do you really believe that he can save him?”
The other two hooligans also quickly nodded.
Damn it! It wasn't enough to just kill Qiao Donghai. Now, there was a little monk. They were just hooligans! He wasn't an assassin!
Brother Mao slapped the back of the nose ring hooligan's head again."What are you afraid of? Qiao Donghai was now a cripple, unable to move at all!
There are four of us, four sabers, and a gun. Are you afraid of a little monk?
Look at how fair and clean he looks. At first glance, he looks like a weak chicken. Didn't we beat him down in two or three moves?”
"Is, is it?"
The hooligan with the nose ring looked at Fan Zheng and immediately felt that he looked quite weak.
"Alright, let's go!"
With Brother Mao's order, the four hooligans charged at Fan Zheng aggressively with knives in their hands.
"Pa!"
"Pa!"
"Pa!"
"Pa!"
The four hooligans pounced at Fan Zheng ferociously and flew back at an even faster speed. They laid in a row on the ground in the alley.
Brother Mao was hit until he was dizzy and instantly dumbfounded.
He didn't even see how the little monk attacked and had already flown out.
Each of them received a slap on their faces. When they opened their eyes, they saw that all four of them had a red handprint on the left side of their faces.
The hooligan with the nose ring was about to cry.
Your sister!
Where was the weakling?
Didn't you say that you would be beaten down in a few moves?
Now, they had been beaten down, but it was only the four of them!
Team wipe! What an inhumane team wipe!
This little monk was not a weakling! It was clearly a complete thrashing! He wanted to kneel down and call him daddy!
The nose-ring hooligan decided that no matter what Brother Mao said, they would not get up. They would just lie on the ground and pretend to be dead!
He and the other two hooligans looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes. Then, they closed their eyes and pretended to faint.
Brother Mao got up from the ground and felt humiliated. He was furious. He picked up the pistol on the ground and aimed it at Fan Zheng.
"Don't move! Little monk, you're quite arrogant! You think you can beat us just because you know how to do it? No matter how fast you are, can you still be faster than a gun?"
Brother Mao raised his gun, his heart filled with confidence.
Just now, even a ruthless person like Qiao Donghai was shot down. You are just a little monk. No matter how strong you are, you are still a human. How can you not be afraid of guns?
Brother Mao hooted and took a step forward.
"Little monk, do you believe that the four of us can beat you until even your father can't recognize you?!”
After saying that, Brother Mao felt that there was a little empty chatter beside him. It was as if something was missing.
He turned around.
Holy sh * t! He stood up by himself.
Other than him, his three subordinates were lying on the ground obediently, motionless and pretending to be dead!
F * ck!
What was going on?
Can we still play happily?
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Everyone, where's Huahua? Where's your flower? Hand over the grain ~
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