Chapter 381: Scuffle

Although the guns configured by this club are empty shells, they can reach 90% in the degree of simulation. Even empty shells will be very painful to hit the body.
And the muffled black muzzle will be trembling to anyone who is facing it.
At the moment, Xiang Qing, who had less courage, was scared and screamed, "Ah!"
Xiang Qing plunged into Wang Qianqian's arms, and several of Le Mingyu were scared to death by the sudden situation.
"Bang!" The man holding the gun suddenly yelled at the sound of the gun, and then the muzzle fluttered, laughing.
A dozen other big men around also laughed wildly, and Yu Guang in the corner of his eyes ridiculed the young Lang as timid.
"Well, this group of king-eight-eggs, I do n’t talk about them, I wo n’t surname Le today." Le Mingyu was an unbearable stimulus. He passed the manager and rushed into the shooting range. With his fist out, he is desperately trying to fight with that man.
"Ouch, second child, stop!" The manager responded, the whole face changed color, and hurriedly followed, and rushed over. Whoever was injured on both sides, he could not eat.
Mencius Heng also said nothing, and the back-up was on the other side, and the other side was crowded, and Le Mingyu was bound to suffer.
Obviously, the other party did not expect Le Mingyu to take action. When the first punch was punched, he was a little bit frightened, but when the second punch was raised, Le Mingyu did not take advantage.
A sixteen-year-old high school student, no matter how developed, can't match the strength of an adult male, and the other side also has the skills. The tall and burly figure not only can't beat, but instead punches Le Mingyu with a punch.
When Mencius Heng rushed over, other people in black around him also came around and said, "If you have something to say well, they are all misunderstandings. Young people should not be too impulsive." But these people have a strong attitude. People would not let it go and let Le Mingyu clean up on the other side.
"Unfortunately, misunderstand your ancestors." Gu Yitong's second outbreak, his brother was stabbed, how can there be so much control, a word that does not close is punches and kicks, these boys and brothers have exercised some skills to protect themselves, Really moving hands is not embroidered with fists.
Those who were in black were attacked, and naturally they would no longer be merciful. "Hey, play, play you guys."
Immediately, the four were surrounded by groups. A dozen men in black gave you a punch and I quickly gained the upper hand.
"Don't fight, this is the boss's brother, don't bother you." The manager shouted while his throat broke and no one paid attention. It seems that this group is not afraid of the boss, and the manager hastily pulled out the intercom to contact the top.
"Ah, what can I do, Meng Ziheng can't beat them. There are so many people on the other side, Qianqian, or you should call the police, and don't kill anyone." Xiang Qing had never experienced such violent scenes, and was so upset for a while, Only the police uncle can think of it.
"Calm and calm, this is Le Mingyu's brother's territory. The alarm is to hack people. When the police come, they may not be grateful to you." Wang Qianqian can be considered to have seen the big scene, and there is still time to comfort Xiang Qing.
"So, what should I do?" Xiang Qing looked at the four people who were getting more and more ignorant, and couldn't stop worrying.
Wang Qianqian held her back to soothe, and stared at the white teenager around her, seeing her leisurely look at the theater, couldn't help but said, "You haven't shot yet?" But she knew Song Ye's skills, so now It's so calm.
Obviously, Song Ye waved his sleeves and hadn't watched enough. "Isn't this a loss?"
"..." Wang Qianqian rolled her eyes very virginally. Song Ye said that she had not lost, but she had not been beaten down.
She felt silently that the men of Mencius Heng were making bad friends.
"Should you not, is it because Le Mingyu is not pleasing to the eye?" Wang Qianqian asked pokingly.
Song Ye glanced at her and didn't answer, so he rolled up the cuffs of the shirt slowly, elegant as if going to dance.
In the next second, the man rushed out like an arrow off the string.
Wang Qianqian drew a corner of her mouth and patted Xiang Qing's back while meditating in her heart. No one could offend Song Ye, or he would be killed.
At that end, more than a dozen adult men in black surrounded Menzi Heng's four people. After trying out their skills, they did not die, but played like kittens and puppies.
"Haha, I dare to rush out on this point, boy, I'm very optimistic about your courage, but your strength is disappointing." Then, the man stepped on Le Mingyu's stomach, and the four were present. , That is, Le Mingyu was cleaned up the worst.
"Well, you have more bullies and fewer people, we have a heads-up." Gu Yitong couldn't stand it, shouting and roaring.
Mencius Heng and Fang Yan are both dumb people, and they are also the best of the four. At this time, the judges knew that they could not fight here, and they had not resisted and were ready to move.
"Haha, singled out? Okay, I'm going to take a look. You can do some tricks with me." The man stepping on Le Mingyu laughed arrogantly, shifting his target and heading towards Gu Yitong. Come over.
The other side had a head higher than Gu Yitong. With a big hand press, he covered Gu Yitong's head with a single palm, so that he could not resist.
This insulting gesture greatly pleased the other party. A dozen big men laughed at the sky without any shame in bullying the child.
"Oh, we have to look at our opponents alone, or should we compete?" At this time, a voice came from outside the crowd, cold and cold, even if it was laughing, it sounded temperatureless.
Then, there was a scream of a man. When everyone looked back, they saw Song Ye Yingying in a white suit and white trousers standing behind him, stepping on the knee of a man in black, holding the of his right hand. At this moment, the smile on the face seemed rather bad.
"You're with them? Want to help them get justice? I can tell you, two fists are hard to beat four hands, one more of you, you are only five people, there will be no chance of winning." Muzzle pointed just now The man released Gu Yitong and walked slowly, squinting his eyes and looking at the teenager in front of him.
Intuition tells him that this nice little white face with a long score is different from the other four.
Click.
With a crisp sound, the man kneeling on the ground burst into a scream, the pain of his right being twisted, making him feel pained.
"I don't want to listen to nonsense, are you sure you want to continue?" Song Ye slowly changed the man's forefinger and put it in his hand. The indifference in his eyes made people shudder.
Rao is a man in black who is accustomed to strong winds and waves. He feels his spine chilling for a while. His right hand is the life of a gunman. When he hurts his finger, it is no different from being disabled.