Super Bad Luck System

Chapter 98 Bleeding
"You still pretend to be aggressive when you're about to die, damn it, brothers, catch Zhang Yang alive, I'm going to beat him hard with a whip tonight! And that Xiao Ling, I've always played with women, no woman dares to play with me! You If you dare to play tricks on me with Zhang Yang, I will definitely make you look good!"

When Zheng Bufan gave an order, more than 30 people rushed towards Zhang Yang immediately.

Although there are many people on the other side, more than 30 people still can't do it well in such a room. In addition, Zhang Yang is now a master of Wing Chun, so it is easy to teach such a group of young people a lesson.

Zhang Yang chuckled, took off his belt, and beat the group of punks like a father beating a son, every "pop" was accompanied by a face with red marks.

After a few minutes passed, more than 30 people still couldn't get close to Zhang Yang, but all their faces were turned into pig's heads.

"Damn, my dad never hit me like this!" One of Zheng Bufan's subordinates covered his swollen face and glared at Zhang Yang viciously.

"Hmph, today I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your fathers!" Zhang Yang raised his pants, shook the belt in his hand, and said proudly.

Xiao Ling, who was sitting behind her, was taking pictures with her mobile phone, laughing while taking pictures.

Seeing this, Zheng Bufan kicked the person in front of him angrily, and yelled, "You trash! A bunch of trash! I paid you to beat people up, not to get you beaten up!"

"Mr. Zheng!" Zhang Yang glanced at Zheng Bufan who was hiding behind the crowd, sneered, and shouted, "Mr. Zheng, if you are really a man, come and challenge me one-on-one, and be whipped by me. Don't stay behind!" Show off your might to your subordinates!"

"Fart!" Zheng Bufan glared at Zhang Yang viciously, spat, and cursed angrily: "These days, the mentally handicapped are fighting others one-on-one. Why should I fight you one-on-one when I can beat you up in groups?"

"Heh." Zhang Yang chuckled and shook his head: "You are already surrounded by me, no matter how many people come, it is useless. If you admit your mistakes to me now and make up for your mistakes, I may still let you live."

"Fuck you!" Zheng Bufan yelled angrily, and shouted, "The copycat killed this bastard, and I'll take care of it if something goes wrong!"

Zheng Bufan's subordinates were so pissed off by Zhang Yang's blow. After hearing Zheng Bufan's order, the group immediately grabbed the knives, forks and wine bottles on the table, and rushed towards Zhang Yang again.

"Don't cry until you see the coffin, and don't give up until you reach the Yellow River!" Zhang Yang twisted his neck and decided not to continue playing with him.

One of them rushed towards Zhang Yang with a table knife in his hand. Zhang Yang's weapon was still his belt, but Zhang Yang didn't continue to use his belt as a whip. Instead, he wrapped the belt around his hand and turned it into a leather glove. , rushed up against the opponent's table knife.

With agility, Zhang Yang easily dodged the opponent's attack, and then he clenched his fist and smashed hard at the opponent's stomach.

"Pfft!" Wing Chun is already strong in close combat, and with the belt protecting the fist, this punch directly sent the opponent flying for several meters, even giving him lunch.

Previously, Zhang Yang was just trying to show them off, but now Zhang Yang started to get serious. Facing a group of gangsters who have no fighting skills, Zhang Yang taught them as easy as teaching children. Losing his fighting power, he fell to the ground with a painful expression.

Zheng Bufan knew that Zhang Yang was very strong, but he didn't expect him to be so strong. He heard that Zhang Yang was chased and beaten by a group of people in prison, but now Zhang Yang will be like a tiger, and Zheng Bufan and the others are lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zheng Bufan quickly ran out the door while his subordinates were still fighting Zhang Yang in front.

"Want to run?" Zhang Yang's eyes turned cold, he kicked his right foot, and rushed towards Zheng Bufan quickly.

"Good opportunity!" Seeing Zhang Yang ignoring them and rushing towards Zheng Bufan, the others immediately attacked Zhang Yang with knives and forks in their hands.

"You idiots, you rush so fast, aren't you afraid of hurting your own people?" Zhang Yang suddenly yelled.

Deduct two thousand bad luck points.

"what!"

"Hold!"

The people on both sides were obviously stabbing at Zhang Yang, but at the moment when they were about to stab Zhang Yang, their bodies were inexplicably out of control, and their speed suddenly slowed down. They did not return to normal until Zhang Yang ran past them. At this time, the person in front of them was no longer Zhang Yang, but the teammate on the opposite side, with all the knives and forks in their hands stuck in the opponent's chest.

Zhang Yang was a good athlete in college, and his physical fitness was many times stronger than that of a rich man like Zheng Bufan. Zheng Bufan just ran to the door and was about to open it when Zhang Yang came behind him and pushed the door to death.

"The two of us haven't settled yet. Want to run? There's no door!" Zhang Yang grabbed Zheng Bufan by the nape of his neck like a rabbit, and swung him backwards, Zheng Bufan fell heavily to the ground.

"What are you still in a daze for? Help me!" Zheng Bufan was shocked, and hurriedly crawled back, shouting at his subordinates who were still standing in front.

Zheng Bufan's subordinates were taken aback for a moment, then nodded, and raised their hands to pull out the knife and fork stuck on their bodies.

"I advise you not to do this." Zhang Yang snorted softly, and said lightly, "If the wound ruptures and bleeds profusely, your little life will be accounted for."

"Bullshit!" One of Zheng Bufan's subordinates yelled loudly, "When I was in school, I still passed biology, and I didn't have an artery in my chest. As long as I don't get the heart, I can't die!"

After all, the man gritted his teeth, raised his hand and pulled out the fork from his chest.

Five hundred bad luck points will be deducted.

"Pfft!" As soon as the fork was pulled out, blood spurted out from the three small eyes on the chest, and shot directly onto the face of the person facing him. Immediately, the face of the person facing him was covered in blood, which looked extremely horrifying.

"Ah!" Seeing this scene, Xiao Ling screamed and covered her eyes in fear.

"If any of you want to be like him, you can pull out the knife and fork, but even if you don't pull out, you are not my opponent. The knife and fork on your body is your Achilles' heel. As long as I want, I can use it The knives and forks on you will take your lives!" Zhang Yang's words frightened the others, and he slowly lowered his hands from the knives and forks, they didn't want to lose their lives.

"I don't want to die, I'm still a virgin, save me!" No matter how much the blood spurting hand pressed his wound, he couldn't stop the blood gushing out. He was scared out of his wits and knelt down in despair. In front of Zhang Yang, ask him for help.

Zhang Yang glanced at him, snorted softly, paused for a moment, and continued walking towards Zheng Bufan.

That subordinate was about to continue asking Zhang Yang for help, when suddenly the blood on his chest stopped gushing.

"Hold the grass, it's too evil, just glanced at him, will it stop the bleeding?"

"Didn't that Zhang Yang always pretend to be the star of Sao? Is it true that he wants to have bad luck for whoever he wants?"

Zheng Bufan's subordinates were devastated when they saw this scene, and they were suddenly shocked.

"How can there be such a wicked thing... I think Xiaoqiang has been under too much pressure recently. It must have been the congestion on his chest just now. I guess the blood has been drained now." The knife that fell off the chest.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang suddenly turned around and glared at the man, his eyes full of killing intent.

Enduring the pain and just pulling out half of the knife, the man suddenly felt warm in his chest, and blood flowed out along the wound, and every time the knife was pulled out, the bleeding increased.

(End of this chapter)