In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Under the dim street light, Zhang Ruoyu stood with his legs crossed, holding a black belt in his right hand, showing a strong aura.

Han Shixiao put Brother Zhang's vintage watch into his pocket, but he didn't dare to look at it.

Chen Qing led a dozen of Na Ye's disciples to take action, roaring towards him like jackals, tigers and leopards.

In that battle, in that scene, Han Shixiao was obviously standing quite far away, but at this moment he felt like taking a few steps back.

Afraid of being splashed with blood.

"Brother Zhang, give me your strength!" Han Shixiao let out a wolf howl, clenched his hands into fists, and shouted to help.

The only thing my uncle can do is howl.

Snapped!

In the night sky, a whip sound suddenly sounded.

Because the nightclub street was too quiet, this sound pierced the air and was frightening.

boom!

A senior disciple was whipped away and hit the floor hard, his face was torn apart, which was shocking.

The burning pain and oozing blood made the disciple want to scratch his face, but he didn't dare to.Lying on the ground, rolling, twisting, and wailing, the scene was very ferocious.

call out!call out!

Wind blew under the feet of the two disciples, and the soles of their shoes rubbed against the floor with a sharp sound. They suddenly approached Zhang Ruoyu.

clap clap!

Zhang Ruoyu held the belt with one hand and twitched them on each side, as if taming animals, and sent the two of them flying away.

One person was slapped on the waist, and the other was slapped on the thigh. The belt, which was obviously plain and simple, was beaten to pieces, including the clothes and skin.

When Chen Qing saw Zhang Ruoyu looking like a tame animal, he whipped one of his fellow apprentices away with his whip. He was so angry that he kneed Zhang Ruoyu in the air, hitting Zhang Ruoyu's head.

Snapped.

Zhang Ruoyu reached out with his left hand and with a flick of his hand, he knocked down Chen Qing who was flying into the air.

Then with a bang, he pushed him to the ground.

Snapped!

A whip hit Chen Qing's face, leaving half of his face bloody and torn.

Chen Qing's face was burning, and his whole body felt like it was falling apart. Blood was spurting from his mouth. He probably suffered internal injuries the moment he was pressed to the ground.

There were more than a dozen disciples of that master, but Zhang Ruoyu knocked them all to the ground in just three or two minutes.

The methods are not fancy, but they are fierce and domineering.

Seeing this scene, Han Shixiao's face was full of horror.

Even a little scared.

He knew that Brother Zhang must have something, but he didn't expect that there were so many things...

That night, if he had forced his way into Zhang's house, Brother Zhang wouldn't have just thrown himself off the sixth floor?

No wonder Tang Sihai is so afraid of Brother Zhang...

After all, those who have been beaten feel the pain.

The man's brows also wrinkled.

A Beimang cook, so powerful?

More than a dozen master disciples who have been trained by their own hands are so helpless that they break into pieces at a single touch?

Especially Chen Qing, who was his proud disciple. Unexpectedly, he was killed without being able to even meet him.

There are dozens more disciples and disciples who want to take action.

Many people even took out short swords and iron bars.

Hundreds of people surround one person. If he doesn't win, that person will be ruined. They, the disciples and grandsons who have been showing off in the market, will not be able to see anyone.

"Go together!"

The crowd surrounded Zhang Ruoyu with ferocious looks, and a murderous atmosphere filled the entire place.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, Han Shixiao squeezed out from the crowd, fearing that he would be accidentally slapped by Brother Zhang who had red eyes.

When the belt is pulled off, it hurts.

Uncle's tender skin and tender meat, without being smoked.

Dozens of people surrounded and suppressed Zhang Ruoyu, using both fists and feet. All kinds of weapons emerged in an endless stream. In addition to guns, everything that could and should be used was used.

But when all the disciples and disciples of Na Ye fell down, no one could hurt Zhang Ruoyu at all.

Everyone is basically broken into pieces at a touch and has no power to parry.

Even the belt in Zhang Ruoyu's hand was broken, covered in blood, and turned into a red belt.

Han Shixiao was frightened and his eyelids kept twitching.

He finally believed what Brother Zhang just said.

He didn't strike lightly, so he used a belt.

If they directly use hands and feet, these disciples and disciples will not just scream and scream, but at least half of them will die.

There were dozens and dozens of the disciples and grandsons of that master. The reason why there were not hundreds of them all came together was because there was really no space for them, for fear of a stampede.

About 10 minutes later, the spacious nightclub street was filled with people lying everywhere.

The wailing sound was like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, so terrifying.

The old Binhai Jianghu man who was originally full of aura no longer has the aura of a big boss now.

One fights three hundred.

Zhang Ruoyu only took 10 minutes.

What's the difference between chopping melons and vegetables?

The man frowned, and in addition to anger, there was hesitation in his eyes.

He could tell that Zhang Ruoyu didn't kill him.

Several times he subconsciously wanted to kill his apprentice, but he always stopped at the last moment and avoided the fatal point.

This guy is definitely not a cook!

He is hiding, enduring, and is not even used to this method!

That man can imagine that if this is not a public fight, if he leads a group of the most elite disciples to intercept in private, find trouble, and even murder.

These disciples who were lying on the ground and still had the strength to scream were already a pile of cold corpses!

Who is this uncle Han?

There was a sinister look in the man's cold eyes.

Tonight's gang fight was so big because he wanted to embarrass Uncle Han and let the whole Binhai know that he had offended Lu Shaoqing, so he was beaten and had one of his legs lost.

But judging from the current situation, it is difficult to achieve his goal.

Not only him, but perhaps even the Lu family could not have imagined that the man who came out in force could not defeat a mere uncle from the Han family, the Beimang cook!

That man became the last fortress.

He can't lose, and he can't afford to lose!

That man's reputation in Binhai must continue forever. If it is interrupted once, it will be completely ruined and no one will believe in him anymore.

"I have a rule too."

Zhang Ruoyu threw a cigarette into his mouth, and his uncle rushed up and lit a cigarette for Brother Zhang.

Brother Zhang tilted his head and lit his cigarette, and took two puffs: "Whoever wants to break my legs, I will definitely put him in a wheelchair."

Exhaling thick smoke, Zhang Ruoyu glanced at the man, his dark eyes filled with emotion: "Lianlian?"

After hearing this, the man slowly took off his hat.

Hidden in the hat is a retro hairstyle, jet black braids, and a slender waist.

"How many years have passed since the fall of the Qing Dynasty, and you are still doing this?" Zhang Ruoyu glanced at the man coldly and strode closer.

"If I take action, I won't break your leg."

That man was like a spiritual snake in the abyss. His several ups and downs seemed to have afterimages, digging straight into Zhang Ruoyu's heart.

His nails were long and shaped like sharp claws, and they shone with a cold light under the dim street lights!

This is not a fight, this is a killing technique!