Liu Zhengyang stared at the middle-aged man and the burly man, and immediately became happy.

Because although their arm bones were broken and they lost their combat effectiveness, it was not a serious injury to the experienced monks at all, at least it did not prevent them from escaping. Even against opponents who are not as strong as them, they can still fight.

Under such circumstances, they fell to the ground and couldn't get up?

They were clearly showing weakness and begging Liu Zhengyang to let them go.

Liu Zhengyang looked down at them and asked, "Who sent you?"

The middle-aged man and the burly man looked at each other, and they didn't answer when they thought that Liu Zhengyang would ask this question.

"Don't you want to answer?" Liu Zhengyang raised his clenched fist again and said, "If you are not willing to answer the question honestly, then your existence will have no effect on me at all. As the defeated, you can only go die."

The middle-aged and burly man trembled, and their expressions changed.

They don't want to die here.

They still have a lot of cool days to live!

"We surrender, we are willing to work under your door." The middle-aged man said quickly.

"It's too late." Liu Zhengyang refused without hesitation: "I gave you a chance to surrender just now, but you didn't vote. Now that you fail, do you want to surrender? What do you think of me?"

Of course, what Liu Zhengyang didn't actually say was that he didn't care about the two in front of him at all.

He persuaded the other party to surrender just now, just for information.

Since you want to surrender, in order to prove your sincerity, why should you provide some important information?

Like who sent them?

What are the forces behind them? What is the purpose?

How powerful is the overall combat effectiveness of the forces behind them.

Unfortunately, they did not provide any information that Liu Zhengyang wanted.

When Liu Zhengyang said that their existence had no value, the sturdy man's face changed greatly, and he said quickly: "Brother, you hurry up and bring the news back, no matter what, you can't let Liu Zhengyang continue to be arrogant, I will do my best to give you a break. !"

As soon as the words fell, the burly man rushed up.

With broken arms, he couldn't fight with his fists and kicked directly at Liu Zhengyang's heart.

Liu Zhengyang held his ankle with one hand to stop his attack, and punched him on the knee at the same time.

Click!

Even the sturdy legs couldn't resist Liu Zhengyang's punching power and broke again.

Although the burly man was mentally prepared, he still screamed in pain.

"Brother!" The middle-aged man was distraught and rushed up desperately.

It's a pity that he was easily beaten down by Liu Zhengyang.

Even in their heyday, they are not Liu Zhengyang's opponents, let alone now?

The burly man was anxious and angry, and shouted anxiously: "Brother! Why don't you run? Why do you want to die?"

"The current situation is so bad, how can I escape if I want to?" The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, looked at Zhong Qinglei and the chief, and said, "Liu Zhengyang brought so many people here, you can't stop it alone. , it would be better to die simply."

The burly man followed to look at Zhong Qinglei and the chief, and was speechless.

Yes, their number is a disadvantage, and it is impossible to succeed after a break.

Just one Liu Zhengyang is enough for him to drink a pot, not to mention that Zhong Qinglei and the chief are staring at him?