Hong Kong film alarm: Start with truant Weilong

“Of course.”

Chu Tian answered, immediately stepped forward sharply, flew towards the gangster, raised his fist and smashed away.

Song Zijie looked at Chu Tian’s actions in his eyes, and couldn’t help but exclaim slightly.

The strength of this gangster is quite terrifying.

Head-on collision can give Song Zijie a punch.

He just wanted to remind Chu Tian.

Chu Tian had already collided head-on with the gangsters——

– The fists of the two are facing each other.

“I don’t know how to be a bad boy, give me death!!”

The gangsters drank heavily.

The calloused fist increased a little more forcefully.

Opposite.

Compared to the ferocity of the gangster, Chu Tian’s expression was flat, and he could hardly see any emotion.

“Bang-”

The two punches finally collided.

“Ah-”

A scream rang out.

The person who screamed was not the Chu Tian that Song Zijie expected, but the fierce gangster.

The gangster was directly blasted back three or four steps by Chu Tian’s punch.

The whole person hit the wall directly.

The paintings hanging on the walls were all shattered by the back of the gangsters.

Look closely.

The gangster’s hands were full of blood, his whole face was distorted, and he was grinning with his fists, obviously suffering a lot of injuries.

“How is that possible!?”

The gangster’s eyes flashed with incredible surprise.

“I am known as the Iron Fist King on the road, but I fell behind when I fought against my fists, this is simply impossible!!”

He looked at Chu Tian.

Although there was also blood on Chu Tian’s fist, it was obvious that the blood was all gangster’s, and Chu Tian himself was still standing in place lightly.

“Iron Fist King!?”

Although Chu Tian did not react, after Song Zijie heard these three words, the whole person took two steps back and protected the old father and the woman.

He had heard of the name of the Iron Fist King.

It is said that this man’s fist is as hard as iron, and he can smash sandbags with a casual punch, and the people on the road are basically afraid to progress with him.

But this Chu Tian, he actually forced the Iron Fist King back with one punch.

But thinking about it carefully, Song Zijie also felt a touch of relief in his heart, Chu Tian was an existence that even the Syrian Soldier King Mike had killed.

The famous Iron Fist King in the Hong Kong Island Gang can be Chu Tian’s opponent.

“Brother Tian, him!!”

Song Zijie protects his father and girlfriend in the back, while cheering on.

“Simple.”

Chu Tiantou did not look back, and gestured a ‘OK’ posture flatly.

This scene undoubtedly annoyed the Iron Fist King.

“Ah——!!”

The Iron Fist King’s soles stomped on the ground, and the whole person shot towards Chu Tian like a cannonball.

“Hmph.”

Chu Tian snorted coldly.

Don’t dodge, don’t dodge.

Raised his fist and smashed towards the Iron Fist King.

“Little ghost, do you think I will still confront you head-on? My Iron Fist King’s speed is not comparable to yours at all!! ”

At the mention of speed, Chu Tian suddenly remembered something——

——His attribute points have not been added yet.

Directly add the three-point attribute to agility, and agility also breaks through to 20 points at this moment, reaching twice as much as ordinary people.

In Song Zijie’s perspective, the speed of that iron fist king was fast enough, but Chu Tian’s movements were better than him.

He could hardly capture Chu Tian’s movements.

“Bang-”

Another muffled sound.

Rao was the Iron Fist King who wanted to bypass Chu Tian’s front and attack from the side, but Chu Tian continued to fist him at a faster speed.

“Ah-”

The same scream, the same retreat.

In front of Chu Tian.

That Iron Fist King no longer seemed to be a master of the storm on the road, but just an ordinary poor person.

“No way!!”

“You give death to Grandpa!!”

The Iron Fist King roared angrily, and rushed towards Chu Tian without admitting defeat.

The violent aura of his body gushed out, so that the old man and the woman hiding behind Song Zijie trembled.

Even Song Zijie, if not for protecting his father and girlfriend, would have chosen to flee without hesitation when facing the Iron Fist King at this time.

But that Chu Tian has always been plain.

When the Iron Fist King approached, he raised his fist, as if he was holding the victory, and played with the former.

Chu Tian grappled with the Iron Fist King.

“Lao Tzu has fought in the underground boxing stadium for more than ten years, and he has always been a champion, what do you compare with me!?”

The Iron Fist King drank heavily.

When fighting closely, start using all kinds of dirty tricks.

Insert eyes.

Kick the crotch.

Tying the Adam’s apple.

Song Zijie who watched it was shocked, but Chu Tian easily dodged away, his goal was simple.

– Burst the iron fist of the iron fist king.

Every time he dodged the Iron Fist King’s dirty moves, Chu Tian found an opportunity and smashed towards the Iron Fist King’s fist.

Although the Iron Fist King gritted his teeth and tried not to scream, he could also detect how much pain he had endured from his gradually pale face.

“Click-”

Just as Chu Tian slammed a punch on the Iron Fist King’s fist, a crisp bone cracking sound sounded.

“Aaaaa

The Iron Fist King’s patient moans could not be suppressed.

He took a few steps back.

Holding his fists, the ruthlessness in his eyes dissipated, replaced by a thick fear.

He was scared by Chu Tian.