Supreme Medicinal God

Across the coffee shop window, I saw a group of tall men walking up to the entrance of the hotel with their chests upright. They all carried baseball bats with thick arms on their shoulders, facing the security guards.

The leading tall man with a fierce look is Zhao Dongqiang.

The security guards all looked nervous, only Huang Laoliu looked relaxed, but his eyes looked particularly vicious.

Ye Feng was drinking coffee and looking at the outside. It seemed that both sides were really in trouble. Although he hated Zhao Dongqiang, he didn't want to see him lose his legs by the ancient warriors.

Lu Qingqing also covered her mouth in surprise: "Brother Ye, they are going to fight again."

"Relax, if I'm here, they can't fight."

The waitress in the coffee shop loves to watch, and whispers to her companion: "It's time to fight, go and see."

"Yesterday's old Chen was broken, you didn't see it, I really laughed at me."

"Today, both sides are prepared and things are getting bigger."

Zhao Dongqiang shook the baseball bat in his hand and squinted at Mr. Chen: "Mr. Chen, I learned well today. I found such a helper. Our coach Wang said that this hotel belongs to our basketball team and it is not yours. You better leave with your security guard."

Manager Chen was so angry that his head was red: "Bah, Zhao Dongqiang, you gave me a punch yesterday. I haven't settled the accounts with you yet. I dare to come today. Today, I give you back and forth."

"Brothers, some people dare to challenge us, we have to let them know that we will not only play, but also people."

The basketball players raised the baseball bats in their hands and shouted in unison, terrifying the security guards with a nervous look.

Security is drawn from a lot of other security companies, mostly to scare people, not a real fight expert.

But the basketball players are different. They are in their youth, they have excess hormones, and they are good at playing and fighting.

Although the security guard has more people, its size is much smaller than that of these basketball players. The basketball players are tall and have long arms and sticks. The security guard will definitely suffer.

Huang Liu didn't take the stick and walked out of the security team slowly: "Boy, what are you shouting for, can you fight well? Come on, we two singled out to see who can fight."

Huang Liu looked thin and yellow, and actually challenged Zhao Dongqiang, who was taller than him and as strong as a bear, and all the basketball players laughed.

In addition to the thin security guard and manager Chen, other security guards also felt that the thin brother was too rampant and looked at Huang Liu with sympathetic eyes.

Brothers, we are only here to make up the number of people, both old and young, don't be too serious.

Seeing that someone was challenging himself and was still a small skinny man, Zhao Dongqiang swelled in confidence, threw the baseball bat in his hand to his companion, and walked in front of Huang Liu with a huge fist.

Zhao Dongqiang squeezed his fist, and the joints made a gurgling noise, just like a drum of war on the hearts of the people. The security guards heard everything changed, and Manager Chen stepped back subconsciously.

Anyone who was hit with such a big fist really suffered. Manager Chen had personally taught it yesterday. It was Zhao Dongqiang’s intention to show mercy, but he gave a warning and punched him on his bald head.

At that time, Manager Chen felt a buzzing head, and his eyes were black. If someone was holding him, he almost fainted on the ground.

Zhao Dongqiang glanced at Manager Chen with a provocative sneer. Boy, do you want to punch again?

Huang Liu didn't flinch, but looked at Zhao Dongqiang with a sneer, his internal force surging secretly.

Zhao Dongqiang's punch, like the locomotive coming over fiercely, hit Huang Liu's chest heavily. When he punched his chest, that was Zhao Dongqiang's best trick.

Huang Liu flicked gently, flashing Zhao Dongqiang's fist and extending his finger.

His fingers were skinny like skull bones, and in the sunlight, a cold gleam flashed on his nails.

Huang Liu's fingers grabbed Zhao Dongqiang's wrist. Since Zhao Dongqiang was taught by Ye Feng in Yudu last time, that arrogant mentality has converged a lot.

He saw Huang Liu grabbed his fingers and flashed instinctively. Huang Liu's fingers swept gently from Zhao Dongqiang's arm.

Others saw it in such a light stroke, but Zhao Dongqiang felt as if a sharp blade had crossed his arm. The thick arm actually had a blood mark, and the blood was pouring out.

Fortunately, Zhao Dongqiang saw the machine early, flashed quickly, and was not caught by the skinny fingers, otherwise this arm might not be as simple as a blood stain.

He quickly wrapped the wound in a towel, and he couldn't help but burst out of anger. The boy's fingers were as sharp as the knife, and he knew he had taken the club.

He threw his fists, and the tiger made a breeze, several punches in a row, hitting as fast as lightning, but they were easily flashed by Huang Liu.

But Huang Liu's fingers were more like a phantom, and he stretched out his hand casually. Zhao Dongqiang's chest, waist, and arms had a few more blood stains, and they vaguely oozed out blood stains.

Although Zhao Dongqiang's skin was thick and thick, he didn't care about the skin trauma, but those bloody mouths oozed out of the blood, and the pain was fierce, which made him very bearable.

The companion saw that Zhao Dongqiang's face was painful, and quickly shouted: "That kid's fingernails are as sharp as the knife. Be careful, big man, take the club, don't suffer."

"Beating him with a stick, his nails are weapons."

Lu Qingqing, who was watching the battle next to him, seemed to be the most afraid of seeing blood, snuggling in Ye Feng's arms: "Brother Ye, they fought, didn't you say they weren't allowed to fight?"

Ye Feng smiled and said, "This is not a fight. It's just a skin trauma. That big man is too arrogant. Let him suffer a little bit. There are more intense ones below. That's called a fight."

Ye Feng's words were not over yet. Zhao Dongqiang lifted his baseball bat and slammed into Huang Liu's arm. He said angrily: "The kid let you hurt people with nails, it's fucking shameless, just like a woman."

Huang Liu sneered: "I don't use nails, I use mantis claws, mantis claws for your fists, and mantis claws for your clubs."

Everyone in the local area was stunned. Huang Liu's thin fingers actually caught Zhao Dongqiang's baseball bat. Although Zhao Dongqiang was very powerful and wanted to retake the baseball bat, he added some strength and felt like a baseball bat. They were welded together, and they couldn't be pulled out at all.

There was a fierce flash in Huang Liu's eyes, and he was about to show the killer trick of mantis claws.

Zhao Dongqiang didn't know he was in danger. He was pulling his baseball bat blushing, but he saw a person coming by.

"Hey big man, you want to bully people again."

Ye Feng took a cigar out of his pocket. It was a Cuban cigar presented by Prince Harris when he parted. The taste was pungent and spicy, and he took a sip. The smoke was like thick smoke on fire.

(End of this chapter)