The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

After the kick, Ye Zhibing took a look. These people had all broken their arms and legs, so they shouldn't be a threat anymore.

The middle-aged man in the commercial vehicle originally thought that after a while, his subordinates would finish their work and call it a day.

Unexpectedly, the screams he heard came from his subordinates. He was very surprised and took a look with his head.

In his eyes, Ye Zhibing stood perfectly fine, while his subordinates were all lying on the ground, crying out in pain.

How is this going?Impossible?

The middle-aged man frowned and thought for a while before accepting this fact.

Maybe Ye Zhibing really has something special about him, that's why he was able to defeat his four victorious subordinates.

But the task still needs to be completed. The middle-aged man got out of the car, looked at the "battlefield", stared at Ye Zhibing and said, "Young man, you have pretty good skills."

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for the compliment. Now you will kill me?"

The middle-aged man said: "That's right. Although I appreciate your skills, but I have a mission and I have to deal with you."

Ye Zhibing nodded: "Okay, you can do it, I'll wait."

"watch out."

The middle-aged man yelled, stretched his arms, and swung his fists to hit Ye Zhibing.

Ye Zhibing's expression became stern, and he blocked with his arms crossed.

With a bang, the arms of the two slammed together fiercely.

Ye Zhibing was slightly startled, but the middle-aged man took a few steps back.

The middle-aged man was shocked by this result, he thought Ye Zhibing was just an ordinary expert.

But I didn't expect that even I couldn't shake him.

The middle-aged man was not convinced, he wondered if it was because he didn't try his best?

So, he took a deep breath, held back his strength, shouted loudly, and continued to hit Ye Zhibing with his fists.

Ye Zhibing smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth, he didn't care, and continued to stretch out his hand to resist.

The hands of the two touched again.

The middle-aged man was still shocked back.

"Could it be that my strength is not as strong as Ye Zhibing's?"

The middle-aged man thought about it and decided to use his legs to see.

Leg strength is much greater than hand strength.

He charged up to launch a sweep.

This time, he tried his best.

But Ye Zhibing didn't hesitate at all, and raised his legs to meet him head-on.

Want to compete in strength, right? Come on, brother will play with you.

The legs of the two collided heavily, Ye Zhibing took two steps back and stood firmly.

The middle-aged man felt a huge pain in his leg for a while, and he couldn't stand upright and sat on the ground.

It took him a while to get up, thinking whether his strength was really inferior to Ye Zhibing.

While the middle-aged man was thinking, Ye Zhibing was not idle.

Fighting, you should come and go, you can't be beaten passively by yourself.

Ye Zhibing punched the middle-aged man's face, the punch was so strong that the middle-aged man's face changed drastically.

He stretched out his hand to barely block Ye Zhibing's move, but he felt that his strength was far inferior to Ye Zhibing's.

After a dozen or so tricks like this, he will get down.

How to do how to do?
The middle-aged man quickly thought of countermeasures, win over?
When he suddenly thought of this word, his eyes lit up, and he almost wanted to praise himself for being smart.

"Mr. Ye, wait a minute."

The middle-aged man shouted.

Ye Zhibing was stunned for a moment, he was playing well, why slow down?
But he wanted to hear what this guy wanted to say, so he really stopped, put his hands on his hips and said, "What do you want to say?"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Mr. Ye, I misunderstood, this is a misunderstanding."

Ye Zhibing frowned and fought for a long time. Is this a misunderstanding?

He didn't really believe it, so he asked, "Misunderstanding? What do you mean by misunderstanding?"

The middle-aged man explained: "Mr. Ye, our wild wolf organization has always respected talents, especially talents like Mr. Ye. That's why I was sent to try Mr. Ye's skills. It was a misunderstanding just now, and now we have confirmed it. Ye Mister is indeed a talent, there is no need to test it anymore."

Ye Zhibing felt that this explanation was extremely absurd, "Testing? Testing is killing people?"

The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed, but he still said cheekily: "Mr. Ye, it doesn't matter how big things are, our wild wolf organization has a large number of talents and strong strength. If you are willing to join us, Mr. Ye, I guarantee that you will be able to emerge and reach the peak of your life." !"

Ye Zhibing naturally scoffed at such rhetoric, "Stop talking nonsense. Do you know my rules?"

The middle-aged man didn't know, so he asked blankly: "What rules?"

"Anyone who wants to kill me, if they want to survive, leave a part of the body, whether it is a hand or a foot, you can choose it yourself."

The middle-aged man frowned, this Ye Zhibing is really fierce.

"I haven't lost yet. Besides, if you dare to touch our wild wolf people, you will die without a place to bury you."

Ye Zhibing laughed after hearing this, "Hey, what a big tone, are you gods? Can't move? I'm going to kill you today."

After finishing speaking, Ye Zhibing was filled with anger, and went to capture the middle-aged man.

Although this middle-aged man has a few skills, he is still far behind Ye Zhibing.

After about seven or eight strokes, the middle-aged man was punched by Ye Zhibing and hit a tree by the side of the road. His waist was hit hard, and he could only curl up and cry out in pain.

Ye Zhibing ruthlessly picked up a switchblade and cut off the middle-aged man's fingers first.

The middle-aged man was shocked, "If you dare to touch me, the wild wolf will not let you go."

Ye Zhibing was furious, "What wild wolf, the king of heaven is here, and you will end up in the same way today."

Frightened, the middle-aged man tore open his shirt to reveal a tattoo near his shoulder blade: a gray ferocious wolf head.

"See, I'm a wolf man, if you dare to touch me, you're dead!"

The middle-aged man seemed to gain confidence all of a sudden, and his tone became tough.

Ye Zhibing glanced at the tattoo, noted the characteristics, and said with a sneer, "Then I must touch you."

After speaking, Ye Zhibing immediately cut off a finger of the middle-aged man and threw it into the roadside mound.

"There is nothing in this world that I dare not do. What kind of bullshit wild wolf, come to me if you want revenge."

After Ye Zhibing finished speaking proudly, he continued to cut off the fingers of the four younger brothers one by one, as the price for their killing.

Looking at this group of trembling guys, who had a cold face just now, as if killing people is not illegal, now they are all lambs waiting to be slaughtered, which is also ironic.

Ye Zhibing took out the toilet paper, dried the blood on his hands, and shouted at the group: "If you want revenge, come here."

After speaking, Ye Zhibing got into the car, backed up first, then turned the car around, drove back, found an intersection, turned a corner and changed to a branch road to go back.

Due to the delay in the fight and the poor condition of the branch road, Ye Zhibing was still on a dark rural road after dark.