The personal security guard of the beautiful president

Facing the gangster rushing over with a stick and chain, Zhang Fengyi sneered cruelly, kicked the ground hard with his feet, and rushed over like a tiger descending the mountain, and raised his legs to slap the shack of the gangster who was running in front. He kicked hard.

There was a crackling sound, and the bastard screamed and fell to the ground.

Before he fell to the ground, Zhang Fengyi kicked the bastard away. The bastard rolled in the air and slammed into the accomplice who was rushing from behind. The bastards all fell to the ground.

Seeing that as soon as they fought, three brothers lay down, and the other bastards were startled and angry. They greeted Zhang Fengyi with machetes, glue sticks, steel pipes, and iron chains in their hands.

Zhang Fengyi did not evade, facing the guy who was hitting him with his head covered, he kicked a bastard who was close to him, and then turned around in place to avoid the iron chains and steel pipes that were thrown at him. With a sweep, it slapped the man holding the iron chain hard on the face, with a muffled slap, the tall man with the iron chain fell to the ground without humming.

Li Gang, who was watching the battle from a distance, was dumbfounded. He never expected that the seemingly thin Zhang Fengyi could fight so well, and the eight bastards lay down halfway after meeting each other.

Swallowing his saliva with difficulty, Li Gang turned his head and said to the earring man, "Meng, boss Meng, brothers seem to be unable to stop..."

"Tell Zhao Jun that you need to pay more for this matter." Mengzi said coldly, swung the machete in his hand, and rushed towards Zhang Fengyi.

Zhang Fengyi moved his fists and legs together, and every punch and leg hit the bastard without any waste.

Although these bastards are menacing in their appearance and appearance, for Zhang Fengyi, who was born in the most secret army in China, "Excalibur", they are no different from children, and it takes every second to clean up these gangsters.

Just as Mengzi rushed over, Zhang Fengyi punched the last bastard in the chest.

The bastard reacted quickly, he raised the machete in his hand, and laid the blade across his chest.

With a muffled bang, the bastard spat out a mouthful of blood, flew upside down and hit the wall, making a frightening muffled sound, and the machete that was originally lying on his chest had turned into C-shaped iron pieces scattered on the ground. Around him, there was no longer the mighty and domineering chill of the knife.

The pounced Mengzi stopped when he was three meters away from Zhang Fengyi. He stood on the spot and stared at Zhang Fengyi's every move. He is very aware of the strength of those younger brothers, and even one piece is not enough for him to clean up. At best, they are similar to cannon fodder.

Meng Zi, who has been a special forces coach for several years, stared at Zhang Fengyi's actions while comparing his strength with Zhang Fengyi's from the injuries suffered by his subordinates. He was not in a hurry to act until he had no idea.

Zhang Fengyi put away his fists, looked at Meng Zi with a vigilant look, and could see that the other party was a practitioner, so he raised his hand and hooked his index finger at Meng Zi.

"Don't wear it down, come on!"

Mengzi held a knife, kicked his toes to the ground, and jumped out suddenly. His left fist hit Zhang Fengyi's chest, and at the same time, the machete in his right hand drew out to hit Zhang Fengyi's abdomen.

"Something!" Zhang Fengyi didn't dodge, and punched Mengzi with his fist, raised his right toe and kicked Mengzi's wrist.

A gust of wind hit his face, and Mengzi couldn't help but thumped in his heart. Zhang Fengyi could bring up a gust of wind just by raising his legs, and the strength on his feet was definitely extremely strong.A machete is not as long as a leg, and he found that if he didn't withdraw the knife, not only would he not be able to hit the opponent, but his wrist bones might even be kicked apart.

Shocked, he subconsciously turned his wrist downwards, and the blade slashed towards Zhang Fengyi's calf.

Zhang Fengyi reacted faster, retracted his legs, turned around, and bullied himself up. While avoiding the machete, his right fist met fiercely with Mengzi.

There was a crackling sound.

"Hmph..." He felt a sudden sharp pain in his wrist, and he let out a muffled snort. He never expected that Zhang Fengyi's fist was so powerful. Seeing his wrist swell up like blowing a balloon, the pain disappeared instantly. It turned into numbness, and there was a feeling of soft swelling. He knew that his wrist must be broken.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Mengzi withdrew his unconscious left hand, raised his right wrist, and stabbed Zhang Fengyi's waist with the machete.

"Hmph! Overthinking one's abilities!" Zhang Fengyi kicked the machete aside with his left leg, and then turned back and kicked Mengzi's stomach.

Bang...Mengzi was kicked to the ground, rolled three or four times before stopping, holding the handle of the knife with his right hand, the point of the knife pierced deeply into the ground, half kneeling on the ground, stubbornly raised his head and stared Looking at Zhang Fengyi, blood gushed from his broken lips while rolling.

He raised his strength and wanted to fight again, but suddenly found a pain in his waist, which should be a broken rib, Mengzi licked the blood on his lips bitterly, and said: "I admit it today, if I have the guts, I will kill me... "

Zhang Fengyi curled his lips, showing a hint of disdain, "I didn't see that, you are still a stubborn stubble, you are tough enough!"

Stepping up to Mengzi, Zhang Fengyi snorted coldly, and was about to ask who ordered him, when out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a coin-sized weird blue tiger head tattoo on the back of Mengzi's right hand.

"Huh?" Zhang Fengyi recognized what this tattoo represented, and he snorted heavily, "Unexpectedly, the dignified members of the Blue Tiger Special Forces turned into hooligans!"

Mengzi's heart skipped a beat, "You, are you from the army?"

"Army? Don't you feel ashamed when you say these two words? Don't you feel blushed?" Zhang Fengyi kicked Mengzi to the ground, pointed at his nose and cursed: "Except for your toughness, what do you look like when you come out of the army?" toughness, I'm a grandma, where did you fm use your toughness? Blue Tiger taught you kung fu, didn't fm teach you how to be a human being?"

For a while, Zhang Feng was very angry. Although he left Excalibur, he still had deep feelings for the army in his bones. He could not tolerate the existence of the man in front of him who seriously damaged the image of the army.

"Pfft! Leading a group of bastards to show off their power and bully the village, this is what Lan Hu taught you? Huh? You are not dumb anymore? Ask yourself, are those things you do worthy of the tattoo on the back of your hand? Are you worthy of dying in the hands of the enemy? Do you know the red dots on both sides of the tattoo? That's tiger blood, the blood in the body of the blue tiger soldiers. Can you feel at ease when you see it?" Zhang Fengyi said nothing Without mercy, his tone became irritable, and every sentence pointed directly to his heart.

"Hehe... That's right. It's very majestic to have a younger brother under him. He shouts at the front and hugs at the back. He flatters and beats and scolds you. No one dares to stab you. It's a pleasure, isn't it? Trash the blue tiger too. Your kung fu was taught by the blue tiger, and I won't take it for you, but the tattoo on your hand must be removed! Don't let me see you with it again, or I will chop yours off paw."

"You embarrassing thing, take the bastards you raised, and get out!" Zhang Fengyi, who felt a little bit of anger in his chest, cursed, and walked towards Li Gang who was not far away.

Mengzi sat on the ground in a daze, his mind was full of Zhang Fengyi's words just now, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was not a thing, he felt guilty and hated what he had done.

In the pain, he seemed to have a slight understanding, gritted his teeth, and suddenly picked up the machete and slashed down at the tattoo on his hand.

"Humph……"

After snorting, a piece of bloody skin fell to the ground, and the original blue tattoo turned pink after being soaked in blood.

Zhang Fengyi heard a sound behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw a piece of skin missing from the back of Mengzi's right hand, blood was protruding, and the veins and phalanges were exposed...

Seeing this scene, Zhang Fengyi's eyelids trembled involuntarily, and he stepped back to Mengzi's side, picked up the fleshy tattoo on the ground, and said lightly: "Pink, this is the color of the blue tiger, I will collect it for you." with it!"

After Zhang Fengyi finished speaking, when he looked up, he saw Meng Ziyan gnashing his teeth, and the pain was so cold that his forehead was rolling cold sweat without making a sound. He raised his hand and tore off a piece of cloth from the bastard's clothes, wrapped it around Meng Zi's right wrist, and stopped. Blood gushed straight out.

"Come find me again when you get this blue tiger tattooed!" Coldly leaving a word, Zhang Fengyi turned and left.

Watching Zhang Fengyi leave with the tiger head tattoo, Mengzi felt a sense of relief. After retiring from the army, he became a jobless vagrant. He hangs out with a group of bastards all day long. Uncomfortable and restless.

Zhang Fengyi's words were correct, he was not worthy of the blue tiger tattoo now, but at this moment, Mengzi felt a strong desire to kill him and get it back again.

Zhang Fengyi didn't know about Mengzi's change, and he didn't bother to understand it, because the culprit, Li Gang, was running away desperately...

Zhang Fengyi put away the tattoo, stepped towards Li Gang and chased after him, a big hand as strong and strong as iron pincers grabbed Li Gang's neck from behind, and lifted him up.