In their eyes, Zhang Xiaofan's coming and not coming are the same. At best, it's just a "help program" before they "run Li Muxue."

After all, Zhang Xiaofan is a single qiāng horse, and they are in a group, full of nine people.

In addition, just on the surface, Zhang Xiaofan looks harmless to humans and animals, and there are no two or two flesh added to his body.

On the other hand, they are hooligans, they are singles for three days, and they stand for five days.

Even when it comes to the "big scene" where the underground forces are fighting, these people usually do not participate.

Therefore, in their eyes, Zhang Xiaofan could not pose a slight threat to him. To put it plainly, he was the one who gave away his head.

"Knee down on me!"

I saw that a young man with a little red riding hood was the fastest, and the flashing knife in his hand greeted Zhang Xiaofan's chest.

At the moment when the pogo knife was shot, Hongmao's confused face also showed a proud smile!

He was very confident, judging by his experience of fighting and fighting in his weekdays.

I only need a white knife to enter here, and a red knife can bring down the "little white face" directly and lower it.

However, this time he completely miscalculated.

As I saw, Zhang Xiaofan grabbed the money with his right hand, and Xiaomao Xiaomao felt a terror force that he could not resist, and the direction of the spring knife's stab was also cheap with this vigorous force.

The next moment, before he could figure out what was going on, his right hand was left empty, and the spring knife that was clasped in his hand was unknown when it had been taken away.

"Uh-!"

As a result, this hasn't waited for the red-haired little punk to react. What is going on here?

Soon, he just felt that the position of his neck was cold. He subconsciously reached out and touched his throat, but when he started, he could obviously feel a warm, smelly liquid from He palmed up.

Then, the next moment, the red-haired little chubby body fell heavily on the ground, his mouth opened wide, and he tried hard to make a sound from his mouth.

But no matter how he struggled, in the end, he could only send out the inaudible "hiss .... hiss ...." from his throat. The whole person was more energetic, less air intake, apparently unable to survive.

"I rely, you dare to touch my brother ?!"

Previously, Zhang Xiaofan took the red hair knife from the red hair little bastard, and then used the spring knife to give the red hair to the "cut throat". It only took a few seconds. .

How can the killing methods of such flowing clouds and unrestrained waters be seen by the dregs in the society.

I saw that one of the big guys smashed a beer bottle directly into Zhang Xiaofan's heavenly spirit cover from top to bottom.

Looking at the sound of the wind blowing "Hoo ... Hoo ...", Zhang Xiaofan didn't even look at the beer bottle greeted by his celestial lid, and once again stretched his right hand forward. , A drag.

The big man only felt that his hand holding the beer bottle was out of control in an instant, and it was in this mid-air ...