Boss, I was wrong!

Low IQ. "

The problem that Brother Wen didn't kill Huang Xiaomu is actually very simple. It's not because of the "Law on the Protection of Minors" or because Brother Wen looks down on Huang Xiaomu, but because Brother Wen is afraid that he will be hurt.

Yes, Brother Wen has long forgotten the shit and morality after being around for so long. He only has eyes on himself. Although it is basically impossible for him to win the fight between him and Huang Xiaomu, he is used to desperately trying to survive. , Huang Xiaomu is not his opponent in the ring, they don't have so many deep hatreds, so Brother Wen can't find the feeling of desperately trying to survive. Sometimes fighting is more about feeling and luck than playing mahjong. Brother Wen is obviously A living example, as long as it is not the kind of situation where you have to fight to the death, he will feel that his limbs are weak and he has no interest, so he is too lazy to try the other party's level with Huang Xiaomu himself, and then plans to hand him over to these younger brothers.

This is how a high-ranking person handles it. It is not necessary to rush forward with a machete himself, and even a black-hearted boss like Shi Mengfan has never held a machete at all.

"Actually, I also have a question." Brother Wen didn't answer Huang Xiaomu's question, but asked again: "You don't seem to have participated in many fights like this, and judging by your muscles, you don't seem to be able to burst out much energy. Can't you tell me how you get your strength?" Brother Wen is the kind of person who fights with his fists, so he can almost see countless people, and he can almost tell what kind of person uses what tricks, but he really I'm curious why Huang Xiaomu has changed so much.The strength of his posture, from his figure and muscles, this is totally against the structure of human body and the scientific concept of development,

The corner of Huang Xiaomu's mouth twitched, but he replied very seriously: "It was eaten."

"What?" Brother Xiao Wen didn't hear his voice very clearly, or maybe he heard it and thought he was an auditory hallucination.

Huang Xiaomu shook his head, but firmly refused to answer: "Grandpa Mao said, don't tell the truth twice, everything depends on practice!"

Brother Wen grinned but didn't care, he stretched out his hand and waved at the more than 30 youths: "Brothers, it's your turn to play!" Then he sat leisurely by a tree and lit a cigarette lightly. Take a breath.

The fat version of Baogong hurried over and looked at Brother Wen nervously: "Brother Wen, you don't want to fight now? These people may not be able to beat this kid. Last time I brought more than 20 younger brothers, all of them were KO'd by him. "

Brother Wen raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, his expression seemed a little displeased: "... Hearing what you said, do you not believe their strength? Can my younger brother and your younger brother be at the same level? If you don't believe it, please wait a while." You can fight against them first, but I will not be responsible for killing you."

"Brother Wen, I don't mean that. I mean you are so fierce. If you kill him yourself, you will kill him with one move. It's not good to get blood on so many people." .

"Grass." Brother Wen was already helpless, he rolled his eyes and continued to curse: "You, mother. Are you really stupid or fake stupid? If more than 30 people accidentally trampled him to death, then it would be a mob fight People died, and there is no monitoring here, and no one saw who killed him. He can't sentence [-] people to death because of the death of one person, right? But if I accidentally killed him, it would be Intentional homicide is very bad, the police uncle will kill me!"

The fat version of Bao Gong shrank his neck: "There is so much knowledge in it, it seems that it is not as simple as function geometry!"

"Nonsense! Being in society is a learning process, learning how to commute your own sentence and how to run away after committing a crime!" Brother Wen said with a bit of resentment.

At this time, more than 30 people rushed towards Huang Xiaomu excitedly. They had never encountered such a thing like beating one of the [-] people. Their level is not bad. .Fighting, so he thought that this kind of thing happened because of Brother Wen's contempt for them, so at this time they were all thinking of proving their strength and quickly knocking Huang Xiaomu down.

Six or seven seamless steel pipes waved towards Huang Xiaomu at the same time, Huang Xiaomu dodged sideways, and then a machete directly cut through Huang Xiaomu's arm. It seemed that the thirty people who had gone through many fights together cooperated It was so close that Huang Xiaomu was caught off guard.

Seeing that Huang Xiaomu was injured, Brother Wen spit out an oval smoke ring, which was quickly blown away by the wind: "Look, is there any qualitative difference between my little brother and your trash?"

"This must be there!" The fat version of Bao Gong nodded his head like garlic, his eyes were very pious.

"Actually, this kid is really fierce, but there are too few actual battles. If the opponent is not too bad, it is easy to suffer. Strength is not a winning skill at all." Brother Wen squinted his eyes and commented on Huang Xiaomu who was in the middle of the chaos.

Hearing Brother Wen's words, the fat version of Bao Gong was helpless. In his heart, Huang Xiaomu could KO himself. In his heart, Huang Xiaomu was already a god-like existence. According to what Brother Wen said, he belonged to that kind of A particularly bad opponent?I'm really sorry for the pork that I ate to build muscle back then!

Huang Xiaomu squatted down and quickly stretched out his legs. A young man with hair dyed blond flew out immediately, and someone quickly filled his place behind him. He stood up and grabbed a steel pipe and pointed it directly at the man's head. When he patted it down, the blood immediately flowed down the hair on his head and dripped onto the black skirt, making the black even darker.

Huang Xiaomu didn't look at him again, just kicked him over and quietly listened to the sound of his body falling to the ground.

However, at this moment, Huang Xiaomu's shoulder was suddenly hit hard. The strength of the seamless steel pipe was so great that the entire shoulder blade seemed to be broken, and Huang Xiaomu's left arm could not be lifted instantly.

096 Boss, sorry

Huang Xiaomu frowned and turned around, then swung the steel pipe vigorously, the strong force had already brought the sound of the wind, and three or four people immediately bounced out.

However, Huang Xiaomu's back was cut by a machete again, and blood flowed out from the wound. Huang Xiaomu only felt that his entire back was wet, and the blood mixed with sweat stuck to his body, and it felt hot and painful when the wind blew. It's just a blast!

It is impossible to continue like this. These people are definitely not fat Baogong's stunned subordinates. When they hit their companions, they did not fight back but stared at the bloodthirsty scene intently and then began to tremble.

These people can be said to be well-trained, and even if they were injured, they continued to attack Huang Xiaomu without hesitation. As long as Huang Xiaomu turned around and attacked one group, the other group would immediately rush up and lay hands on the back. They cooperated very closely. Every step is like a calculation, waiting for Huang Xiaomu to fall into the trap.

Gritting his teeth, Huang Xiaomu leaned against the machetes and steel pipes that were slashed over and over again, moving towards a big tree, and then took eight blows.After nine cuts, he finally got his wish and leaned against the tree. The wind blew on the wound and felt a bit chilly, as if the flesh had been split, and the blood flowed down the trunk to the ground like no money, and was sucked dry by the roots.

In fact, Huang Xiaomu has reached his limit, but he can't fall down. If he falls down now, these people will definitely surround him immediately so that he doesn't even know how he died...

He braced his paralyzed arm and waved the blood-stained seamless steel pipe fiercely. The blood cast a gleam of brilliance on the smooth steel pipe under the sunlight, which looked a bit dazzling.

Huang Xiaomu is definitely a fighter. In this situation, he also knocked down three or four youths in the front. However, when he swung the seamless steel pipe, an army stab suddenly pierced his arm. Huang Xiaomu suffered from blood loss. Duo was so dizzy that he didn't have time to dodge. He only heard a "poof" and the military thorn had already pierced Huang Xiaomu's arm, and that position was exactly where Wang Hong stabbed Huang Xiaomu last time. The new wound directly pierced Huang Xiaomu's arm. Old wounds cracked and joined together.

Huang Xiaomu frowned in pain but dropped the seamless steel pipe to the ground because of his inability.

He squatted under the tree with his arms covered, and the people around saw that Huang Xiaomu had no weapon and suffered such a serious injury, and immediately rushed over without restraint.

Countless steel pipes and machetes hit his body like raindrops. Huang Xiaomu held his head with his hands, his body was covered in blood. He felt a little dizzy but his consciousness was terribly clear. The fucking old man finally broke!But please don't die! ! !

Silently chanting a sentence in his heart, Huang Xiaomu was finally beaten and lay on the ground. Brother Wen waved at his little brother, and some people immediately retracted their weapons and stood behind Brother Wen.

The fat version of Baogong walked up to Huang Xiaomu's side in a particularly arrogant manner, and then kicked his almost unconscious arm: "Boy, are you a jerk?"

Huang Xiaomu's face was covered with blood. He reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at the fat version of Mr. Bao in front of him, then the corners of his mouth twitched: "...Aren't you more attractive than me?"

"Brother is an official member of Fengli Society, can you compare?" The fat version of Baogong said cheaply.

Huang Xiaomu didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth were twitching, as if he felt helpless.

Seeing him as if he was dead without saying a word, the fat version of Baogong kicked his arm very annoyed: "Grass, aren't you quite eloquent? Say something more!"

"...Speaking wastes energy, I seem to die soon." Huang Xiaomu rolled his eyes and looked at the fat version of Baogong with a very helpless look.

"Yo, can you still hang up? I always thought you were a superman!" The fat version of Mr. Bao seemed to be in a particularly good mood, with a bright smile like a chrysanthemum on his face.

"Although my underwear is red, but I