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"Cough cough...Well, San Ye, are you okay? Didn't you tell you to break my leg? Why are you smashing yourself? Tsk tsk, shed a lot of blood, it's really pitiful." Qin Tian looked at lying down. The third master on the ground gloated with misfortune. "San Ye, San Ye, what's the matter with you!" A group of gangsters came back to their senses. Seeing that San Ye fell to the ground and his forehead was bleeding, they immediately surrounded him and gave the San Ye arrogantly. Helped up.

  At this moment, the third master was full of blood, his forehead was smashed with a big hole, and blood poured out without money.

   "Ah! My head, my head, kill him, kill him!" San Ye screamed, and ordered his hands to go down and kill Qin Tian.

   "Kill him!" A **** immediately shouted, and then he greeted Qin Tian's head with an iron rod, so did the other bastards.

"Damn it, it's so fierce!" Qin Tian looked at the bully who was rushing over, pretending to be surprised, and then stretched out his hand, he grabbed a bullshit's iron rod, grabbed it directly, and faced the bully's head directly. Smashed down.

   "Boom!"

"what!"

The screams sounded, the head of this **** was the same as San, blood splashed, fell to the ground and screamed, the **** behind came in front and back, and directly trampled the **** who was not dead, and the eggs were all killed. It's broken.

   "Go to hell!" a gangster said angrily, sharply looking at Qin Tian's chest.

   "Shoo!"

Before the bastard's knife hit Qin Tian, ​​a cold light flashed. The **** was cut off by Qin Tian's arm, and the blood was sprayed on the face of the **** next to him, and the **** screamed. It's worse than the **** whose hand was chopped off.

Seeing Qin Tian's **** methods, Song Qian hurriedly hid in fright. She pressed her eyes tightly and did not dare to look. She only heard the screams in her ears. After ten minutes, Song Qian slowly let go. Look towards Qin Tian.

Seeing Qin Tian standing there with a **** knife at this moment, with a cigarette in his mouth, in front of him, all the gangsters fell to the ground, the ground was broken with hands and feet, the walls and the ground. It was all bright red blood, still flowing and not getting rid of it, and it looked terrifying.

   "Ah!" Song Qian looked at her and couldn't help screaming, then turned and ran.

  Qin Tian watched Song Qian run away, and threw down the knife. He looked at the third master on the ground and said coldly: "Don't mess with me if you don't want to die!"

  After saying this, Qin Tian left.

At this moment, at the window on the third floor of a building next to the alley, Fu Qian and his little brothers were standing at the window and looking down. Looking at the place where Qin Tian was just now, they saw broken hands and feet and screams all over the floor. Hunk, cold sweat broke out of fright, and his face turned pale.

"It's terrible!" Fu Qian said inwardly. He saw all Qin Tian's passing of people just now. Qin Tian was like a killing machine. It was terrible. After cutting over so many people, his eyes didn't blink. For a moment, his face did not change at all, is this still a human.

  "Fu...Fu Shao, what should I do now? Do you still have to teach Qin Tian!" A younger brother next to Fu Gan looked at Fu Gan and asked nervously, apparently what had just shocked him.

   "Dang...Of course!" Fu Qian looked at his younger brother, took a deep breath, and said, "I will let Uncle Zhao deal with him."

   "Uncle Zhao!" The younger brothers next to him were startled.

"Well, Uncle Zhao, as long as Uncle Zhao takes action, Qin Tian will die!" Fu Gan said, Zhao Bo was his father's personal bodyguard, a master of martial arts, Fu Qian had seen Zhao Bo hit one punch with his own eyes. The wall was abruptly punched through, his fist remained unchanged, not even a bit of redness.

The younger brothers next to    also knew Uncle Zhao, so I was so surprised when Fu Gan said that Uncle Zhao took action.

  "But, will Uncle Zhao make a move!" A little brother asked worriedly, you know, Uncle Zhao is not easy to make a move.