My Nightclub Landlady Chapter 279 Thai Boxing

Qin Feng stood in front of the door, looking at the corridor full of people. Each of them was fierce-looking, but in his view, they were paper tigers, and they were useless.

Brother Biao took out the mobile phone, looked at Qin Feng's picture to compare, and then was overjoyed, "s.h.i.t! This is it!"

"Yes. I'm Qin Feng."

Qin Feng lit a cigarette, said quietly, "I hope that before the smoke out, you can leave, otherwise, do not blame me not polite."

Whoops.

When Brother Biao heard this, he was confused. What did he say?

I brought more than fifty people, and all the guys I could take with me had come. But he said to me, "He would kill us all before the smoke was out."

"Hha."

Brother Biao was shocked for a while, and could not help laughing and said, "Dude, you are funny. You know what situation you are in now? You are like a rat in a hole. Even if you had wings, you can hardly fly away."

"Is that so? There were four people who said those words to me before. So, guess what result they received?"

Qin Feng's mouth corner curled, showing the evil charm of the smile. His smile let Brother Biao a meter away felt panic they had never had. He seemed to see the arrival of death, and he shook his head violently, hoping that he was wrong.

But Qin Feng stood there steadily, without any sense of timidity or evasive intent at all. This powerful confidence made Brother Biao a mess, and in his mind the bruises of Daliang and Chuozi flashed. It was no accident that they were beaten so miserably.

They guy right here looks really, really good.

"What the h.e.l.l?"

Brother Biao couldn't help asking.

"They are all disabled."

Qin Feng's eyes flashed and his body moved violently. Brother Biao did not see what was going on. The next second, he only felt his arm lifted, followed by a crunchy noise and a quack. His right arm turned out at an extremely penetrating angle.

It was broken, only a thread of flesh was connected, and his whole arm hung on him, swaying back and forth like a very old clock pointer, tirelessly and freely swinging.

Boom!

Everyone had not responded. When Qin Feng returned to the room again, the smoke had been finished by 1/3. The ash was. .h.i.t to the ground. He looked back to the living room and shouted to Zhu Fangguo sitting upright, "Uncle, I'm sorry. I make your ground dirty."

At this time Zhou Liang, Zhu Fangguo, Zhu Fei were sitting on the sofa, watching Qin Feng's one-man play.

Such a scene of action blockbuster was really too exciting. Zhu Fangguo with this age, seemed unbearable, and had put on the blindfold for sleeping, and Zhu Fei and Zhou Liang appeared to be some excited. They two even arguing about how long Qin Feng needed to bring down a person.

It was already one o'clock in the middle of the night. When the neighbors heard this bustling noise, they thought something was wrong. They couldn't help but open the door. As soon as they opened the door, they saw the bright broadsword. They were so frightened that they locked their doors. No matter how loud the noise outside, they dare not come out.

Brother Biao on the ground never expected that he would suffer such an encounter.

The brothers were anxious to help him. He barely got up, and fiercely scolded, "Are you waste? s.h.i.t! Go fighting!"

Just now he really couldn't figure out how Qin Feng did it, but even if he was afraid, he still had so many brothers, what was he afraid of? Even if each person could give him a punch, he must also get down. At that time, he must cut him thousands of cuts.

To tell the truth, standing at the door to fight, Biaozi's superiority in numbers could not be put into play. Even if he took two hundred men, it would not help. The brothers behind him were so anxious that he kept pushing forward, and the brothers who had been squeezed in front had no way out. They had to fight against Qin Feng, and the result was that before they got close, they had been brought down by unseen move.

Qin Feng is like beating a wooden stake, with no pleasure in the fight. Basically he brought down a person with only one punch.

The narrow burglar threshold, could only be integrated into two people at most. They could not play freely. Before they swung the sticks and knives in hands, they had been beaten down.

The people knocked down by Qin Feng had no chance to get up. And then they would be pressed by their fallen partners in the ground, one, two, three, four, five...... Until the fall of more than 20, the entire door, was finally piled up. The bottom of several people were pressed to cry. If they went on fighting, the brothers behind could only step on the bodies of their fallen brothers to the door.

Qin Feng had stepped back a few steps and gave up the position of the entryway. He curled his mouth and looked to Zhou Liang in the room, "We fight half of them each. I have not warmed up yet."

Zhou Liang sighed helplessly, "You fight them all. I don't want to do it. I have to wash my hands when it gets dirty."

After hearing this, Zhu Fei could not help but stare at him, "You just pretend it! I think you're scared."

Zhou Liang said, "I am afraid? I'll be right there."

Zhou Liang, a master of Thai boxing, was not qualified to fight with Qin Feng, but it was easy to get rid of these c.r.a.ppy thugs.

Qin Feng also tossed and tired, lazy to move, and gave place to Zhou Liang, "Slowly fight. Try to get everyone out here, put them all on the side of the living room."

Zhou Liang's move was a ruthless one. People outside the house threw machetes at him from a distance of more than two meters. The sharp point of the knife went straight to his chest. At such a close distance, it was very difficult for ordinary people to react. But Zhou Liang shook his body and grabbed the hilt with one hand. He turned around, and the knife sliced horizontally.

Puff!

The two men at the door were slashed in the abdomen, bleeding out, screaming and falling to the ground.

Zhou Liang was very active, stepping on the bodies of more than 20 people piled up at the door, "Thousand jin fall!"

Pop!

It was clear to hear the cries of the people at his feet, especially the bottom few. With the crumbling sound of the chest, rib, and limbs broken, they moved painfully, but could not move at all.

Zhou Liang leapt out of the hall and came directly to the entrance to the corridor. The thugs who were still on the move outside did not react at all. Zhou Liang swept with his leg on the spot. They had no place to dodge. A few of the peripheral men had just climbed up the stairs and then it tumbled down.

Parpara. They impacted on the corner and iron handrails, bleeding, horrific.

Zhou Liang immediately glanced over to Brother Biao, who was trying to climb to the fifth floor. He chased him with a hook leg, and the instep of his foot directly caught his neck. With a slight pull, Brother Biao turned back and flipped over. Relying on the fourth floor platform, many gangsters grabbed him. Otherwise, if Brother Biao's back of the head hit the stone steps, he would have to stay in a paralyzed state before he died.

Zhou Liang adhered to the Thai boxing style, which stressed the stability of the ruthless, and never cared about the opponent's living conditions. As long as they did not concede defeat, he would continue to fight them to death.