Chapter 540: Can Yakuza also play casually?

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Yakuza is good at intimidating and threatening. Zhou Qingfeng is also good at suppressing Li Wei. He glanced at it, seven people in total. The opponent's weapons are mostly baseball bats, but the little chief is holding a shimmering too. This thin and sharp film was held by the little boss with both hands, quite a bit of the savageness of an old Japanese warrior.
"To be honest, I want to laugh to see you wearing a crotch. I really don't know why you have this hobby? And your large area of ​​pattern, in my eyes only silly forced to do so. Zhou Qingfeng did not dodge, but instead took two steps forward.
"Ignorant reptiles, you have to pay the price to provoke a big opponent." The little boss on the other side was furious, with his hands strong, his blade held up a homeopathic chop, and yelled, "Wear the wind!
Broken ..., broken ..., broken ...!
There was a lasting voice, and it continued for three days.
When the little boss made a 'broken' exit, he was forced to approach Zhou Qingfeng and kicked him in the crotch. No one in the world could beat him faster than the speed. In this world, martial arts are unbreakable, but quick, unbreakable. He is far more ordinary than an ordinary person.
This kick kick was extremely fast. The handle was just over dǐng, and the little boss was bent like a lobster. He flew up and down, with a sound of wind. He just sat down and sat down on the ground, gliding for a few meters and stopped steadily, then ...
The little boss still held up too, but his eyes were as wide as a dead fish, and his mouth was open to squeeze a fist. He was choked by Zhou Qingfeng's breath, his face was already flushed, and even worse, he had no consciousness in the second half and could not move.
"Except the momentum is in place, the others are not worth mentioning." Zhou Qingfeng's disdain flickered, and he made a fierce and fierce look, the left and right hands watched his own little leader fly backwards. This effect made everyone seeing that their feet weren't tight, and the sympathetic numbness was felt as if they were kicked.
For a long time, the little boss who had broken the egg uttered a sentence, "Baga, do you just watch like this? Kill me that bastard!"
Yakuza has a strict grade and a clear status of his superiors and subordinates. As soon as the little boss spoke, the other hands immediately rushed and rushed towards Zhou Qingfeng. Holding the stick was a mess. There was a violent sound of ping-pong ping pong in this front desk position, the glass shattered and the staff screamed, but stopped in less than half a minute.
Under normal circumstances, this kind of side-by-side fighting does not last long. The vulnerable side either ran away like a mourning dog or fell to the ground and continued to be abused.
As the front desk artist, listening to the outside bucket stopped, she emerged from the hidden stage. Just after this came out, she saw a head leaning against the glass plate in front of the stage. The nasal bridge of this head was distorted, the jaw was dislocated, a dark mark on the eyes, and there was a weak mourning in his mouth.
Yaya butterfly!
The front desk art was screamed in horror by this scene, and took several steps back until it hit a screen. Then she saw a bunch of people humming outside the front desk. Some people were even miserable. They hit the window and broke the glass without saying. Half of them were still stuck on it and they were shaking hands and feet for help.
But in this messy scene, the man in sunglasses who should have fallen most didn't do anything. With one shoulder on his back, holding a document bag in his hand, he came over again and asked, "Where is Kitagawa Tetsuji?"
"His Excellency Beichuan is not here." The front desk art was also frightened, and she was afraid that she would be killed if she didn't say a word correctly.
"Where are the contract files of the artists in your office?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
Yi shook her head and cried in tears: "I'm sorry, I don't know, please let me go."
"I also think you shouldn't know." Zhou Qingfeng diǎndiǎn turned his head, and dragged back the man who used the "Wind One". This guy with all kinds of ghost patterns is now completely lost in flames. He grabbed his ears and dragged forward, his mouth kept yelling.
Zhou Qingfeng fought the handle too, and pierced the palm of the little head, and as soon as he pierced it, the blood flowed. The little head wanted to struggle and didn't dare to move, but he kept screaming and cursing. As a result, Zhou Qingfeng held the handle and twisted it. The wound that had been punctured completely opened and the ribs and bones were separated.
Zhou Qingfeng pulled out too much and pierced through the other hand of the little boss, hummingly asked, "Do you want to come again?"
This man is too fierce!
"Don't, don't, I confess. Your lord is brave enough, I'm not as good as you." The little chief has already been in pain and has no air. He can only plead on the ground. foot."
"A child named Hashimoto Mana signed a contract with you. I hope to cancel this contract." Zhou Qingfeng said Shen Sheng.
"Yes, the contract is in the safe in the manager's office, and you can get it by looking for someone inside." The little boss couldn't hold it anymore, and he fainted after saying this.
This place is the main entrance of the Xintian Formation and also the Beichuan Office. In addition to a few Yakuza who look at the facade, there are more than twenty office employees working inside. As soon as they heard the sound of fighting outside, these people hid and waited for the matter to calm down.
"Quick diǎn find out Hashimoto's contract." Under the deterrence of too much, Zhou Qingfeng forced several Japanese employees to keep busy. The ordinary staff here seem to be straightforward and well-behaved.
After repeated questions about no legal ties, Zhou Qingfeng left the office with two contracts. And the people in the office looked at the scene of smashing the scenes, one by one-some people killed them alone, and carelessly turned the seven fierce Yakuzas. Such things have never happened before.
"How terrible it is!"
"It's really shocking. This mysterious man came in like T-Rex ~ EbookFREE.me ~ His Excellency Kitagawa will be furious. Even if he can't find this man, he will definitely avenge the child named Hashimoto Nai."
A bunch of staff talked a lot, but it was not as shocking as Li Xiang, who was outside. According to this little man's idea of ​​a round face, the mysterious 'Lin Sang''s final outcome is nothing more than escape. Maybe you can't even escape, it was thrown out.
After all, the Yakuza violent group such as the Xintian Formation is not easy to mess with, and its office is a data source, and someone must be stationed. ‘Lin Sang’ is good if you go in and go all out. Others do n’t dare to think about it.
In fact, not long after ‘Lin Sang’ went in, I heard a shout from the crowd, followed by the noise of the crackling people and the broken items. Hearing the chaos, pedestrians passing by in the vicinity hurried away.
It could ring to the end, but it ended with the broken glass window of Trinity. A man with blood on his face ran out of the window and screamed on the window. Li Xiang thought the man was 'Lin Sang' and found out that it was a Yakuza with a pattern.
After a while, Zhou Qingfeng, wearing a hat and sunglasses, walked out happily, and saw Li Xiang hiding behind a street corner, looking at herself in amazement. "Well, no lawyer, no time. Now that the contract is in hand, we can go!"
"Well ...! Lin Sang, did you get the contract for Nai Sauce? How did you do that?"
"They're just fine."
"..., ..., ..., your solution to Yakuza is a meal?" Round-faced speech stammered, feeling that the worldview would collapse. If Yakuza could be casual, would it be Yakuza? (.)
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