my personal beauty president

Chapter 60
The mustache knifeman's intuition is absolutely correct, but it's a pity that the earring knifeman has lost his composure at this time.

The consequences of losing calmness are terrible. The earring knifeman didn't even think about the strength of the opponent who could knock out his two front teeth just by spitting out a cigarette butt.

He roared like a lunatic, and rushed towards Beron, the machete in his hand shone brightly under the light.

The earring swordsman wants to use the other party's blood to pay homage to his two front teeth who have been together for more than 20 years!

Bei Long's face turned cold. It is common for gangsters to chop people with knives, but they also need to look at the way they do it. Cutting and cutting are not a problem, but "stabbing" is fatal. The earring knife hand This is to want his life!
Why doesn't he hide?The mustache knifeman and the security guards felt strange when they saw Bei Long standing there motionless.

But the earring knifeman didn't feel anything wrong at all, his eyes were bloodshot like crazy, and he stabbed Beiron's stomach fiercely!

When the blade was about to pierce into Beiron's stomach, Beiron calmly clasped his middle finger with his thumb, and flicked the "dummy" on the blade.

The earring knife hand suddenly felt an irresistible force coming from the blade, so strong that he couldn't even hold the knife!

After the machete was released, it seemed to have spirituality, and it flew back towards the way it came from. With a "puchi", it just pierced the earring knife hand's stomach!

"Hmm..." The earring knifeman suddenly opened his eyes wide. He looked at Bei Long in disbelief, and then at his stomach. The machete was fully inserted with only the handle exposed. He stood there blankly, It turned out that even the instinct to call for help seemed to be forgotten.

"hiss……"

The mustache knifeman and the security guards gasped involuntarily when they witnessed this scene. Even if the machete is a counterfeit product, can they flick the blade with their fingers?
That's meaty!
In a momentary brain twitch, the mustache swordsman also flicked his finger on the blade of his machete, and the result was that his finger was instantly stained red with blood...

"I heard that there is a saying in your Taoism that if you don't live in an official family, you can't die in a hospital." Bei Long patted the earring knife hand on the shoulder.

The earring knife hand, which was as stiff as a zombie, suddenly went limp and collapsed on the ground.

Although he had killed many people before, when it was his turn, his body had not yet collapsed, and his spirit collapsed first.

Bei Long withdrew his hand exaggeratedly: "You want to touch porcelain, don't you? You all saw it, he fell it himself, and I just patted his shoulder!"

Why do you still ask us to testify for you?The mustache knifeman and the security guards were all pale and speechless-could he fall by himself if you didn't stab him with a knife?

Beiron didn't care whether the earring knifeman was dead or alive, he had already moved forward with his long legs, and this time the security guards didn't even dare to pretend to stop him.

This is really terrible, I haven't been paid last month's salary!The security guards went to see the mustache swordsman in a panic. The earring swordsman knelt down, and the mustache swordsman became their only hope.

But what shocked them was that the mustache swordsman had already stood with his back against the wall without any integrity, and even took a breath to make his body look thinner, so as not to block the way of Bei Long...

How shameless!While criticizing the mustache knifeman in their hearts, the security guards silently took pictures of cats and tigers, trying to make themselves more intimate with the wall.

Bei Long walked through them speechlessly, as if he was being welcomed by the crowd, and it would be even more impressive if the background music of the God of Gamblers was added at this time.

On the balcony on the second floor, Uncle Xiong stretched out two fingers, and the boy who accompanied him immediately took out a cigarette to help him put it between his fingers, and then lit the cigarette for Uncle Xiong. Uncle Xiong looked at the beauties on the dance floor, A little worried: "How is the situation?"

I've been standing behind you, how the hell do I know?The little boy who accompanied him slandered, and said with a smile on his face, "Brother Goudai hasn't come to report yet, but it should be fine. The dozen or so security guards guarding the gate alone are enough for him to drink a pot..."

"Hmm..." Uncle Xiong nodded. Thinking about it, what the younger brother said made sense. No matter how good one can fight alone, two fists are no match for four hands.

Perhaps Veron could hit three with one, but how could he hit more than a dozen?Think of you as Ip Man!

But Uncle Xiong was still not at ease, so he told the little boy who accompanied him, "Go and bring the dog."

"Yes." The little boy promised to go out when he heard the sound of "boom", the wooden door burst instantly, and pieces of wood flew!

A figure rushed towards the accompanying boy, who couldn't react in time, and was directly knocked down by the figure and fell to the ground.

"Who?" Uncle Xiong turned around sharply, glaring at him, and then he saw a large square hole where there should have been a door, and a handsome, handsome, handsome, and unparalleled man appeared there, with the door on his shoulder. It is also carrying a peerless beauty who is as beautiful as a flower and jade, with a natural beauty and beauty...

"It's you?" Uncle Xiong's eyes widened in disbelief. He looked at Bei Long and then at the people on the ground. The one who was hugging and rolling with his close brother was the dog leash!

How can this be?

Uncle Xiong didn't know how many people the dog belt had arranged to stop Bei Long, but after Bei Long appeared, there was not even a ghost outside the door, so Uncle Xiong knew that his gang of incompetent subordinates had been wiped out, or It's collective shrinkage...

"Huh..." Slowly puffed out a puff of thick smoke, Uncle Xiong flicked the ash calmly: "It seems that he is a fellow, hehe, young man, what sect are you from? Tell me, maybe I still know your master!"

A strange color flashed in Bei Long's eyes, he didn't expect that he would meet someone from the martial arts in this market place!

Although it is already the 21st century, martial arts still exists, and there are even some ancient schools that have been passed down for hundreds of years, and some of them have a history even as long as a thousand years!
It's just that those martial arts sects are already detached from the outside world. Ordinary people don't know their existence. Maybe they will never have the chance to get in touch with them in their lifetime. But Bei Long has dealt with them a lot. It's just that what Bei Long represented at the beginning was the will of the military , Later, when he was a mercenary, he did not offend the river, but now it was the first time that Bei Long had contact with a martial artist in his personal capacity.

Bei Long unhurriedly took out the cigarette, put it in his mouth, then lit it as if nothing had happened, took a deep breath after lighting it, and slowly exhaled the smoke contentedly, and finally looked at Uncle Xiong with a smile: "Why? ? Get close? Afraid of being beaten?"

"Hmph!" Uncle Xiong waited patiently for a long while, and at the end he came up with such a rhetorical question, which immediately made Uncle Xiong furious: "Afraid? I have spent thirty years in my life, and I don't know how to write the word 'afraid'!"

Seeing that Bei Long was like this, there was nothing to talk about, so Uncle Xiong decided to rely on his fists to speak: "There are people outside the mountains, and there are mountains outside the mountains. Huh, young people have learned the kung fu of two-handed and three-legged cats, and they don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth! If that's the case, don't blame me Bully the small with the big, and teach you a lesson for your teacher!"

"You people in the martial arts world are the most annoying!" Bei Long did not hide his contempt: "There is always so much nonsense before doing it!"

It turns out that he is not from the martial arts world!Xiong Bo suddenly seemed to have swallowed a reassurance, as long as he is not a member of the martial arts, at least he doesn't have to be afraid of beating the child's mother.

"Bastard!" Uncle Xiong shouted confidently, strode forward, and swung his iron fist to hit Bei Long in the chest!

He's not really a fat man, but he doesn't know how to cultivate his fists. The round and thick ones look like a big hammer!
"call--"

When the strong wind hit, Bei Long's eyes lit up, there was a way with this punch!
Not letting go of Ji Mingyue, Bei Long waved his hand and punched him. The two iron fists hit each other fiercely, and there was a muffled "boom"!
"Ah..." Uncle Xiong cried out in pain, a cloud of blood burst out of his fist like a big hammer!
The powerful strength spreads upward in his arm at a speed visible to the naked eye. The intuitive manifestation is that from his fist to the direction of the arm, clouds of blood mist continue to burst out, just like the explosion chasing the hero in the 80s shootout movie Same, chasing the hero in order to explode.

The male protagonist was not blown to the end, but Uncle Xiong's arms were blown up to his shoulders, and the blood mist was so thick that his upper body was covered in it.

The blood mist gradually dissipated. Uncle Xiong, covered in blood all over his face, looked like a ghost, but he was staring at his right arm with fear and disbelief. From his hand to his shoulder was bloody and bloody. The bones are covered with web-like cracks!
Uncle Xiong lost control of his right arm, and his right arm hung down limply like a dead snake. The part where the white bones were exposed, the network of cracks burst open immediately, and the bone scum fell under his feet one by one. Uncle Xiong Standing there in a daze, it was as if the soul had been taken away.

Bei Long shook his head in disappointment. Seeing Uncle Xiong's posture, he thought he was some kind of great old man, but he didn't expect that he was just a show that was not useful.

Uncle Xiong was powerless to fight anymore, Bei Long flicked the ashes: "Look at your fists are upright, it should come from a famous and decent school. Hehe, you didn't dare to tell your teacher about your involvement in the underworld, did you?

"I won't ask about your teacher's sect anymore. Damn, do you still want to fight? If you want to fight, continue. If you don't fight, let's hurry up and talk about my buddies!"

Uncle Xiong raised his head dully and stiffly, and looked at Bei Long with a pair of small eyes with hatred and fear: "Brother... about it?"

Patting Ji Mingyue's plump and round buttocks casually, Bei Long said lightly: "She is my buddy, a buddy I played with since childhood.

"I don't care what kind of grievances there are between you, or who is righteous and who is evil, anyway, I'm always helping my relatives.

"So let's talk about me, I usually don't like to meddle in other people's business. But there is only one problem - I can't see anyone adding trouble to my buddies.

"Understand?"

【感谢﹎森予`（99X3）、书友1818751892（100X2）、20070820（10X2）三位兄弟的打赏，挨个抱抱，顺求推荐票~】

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