Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 540: Yakuza can also play casually?
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Yakuza is good at intimidating and intimidating, and Zhou Qingfeng is also very good at opposing Weiwei's suppression. He glanced around, and there were seven people in front of him. The opponent's weapons are mostly baseball bats, but the little boss holds a shining sword in his hand. This thin and profitable blade was held by the little boss in both hands, quite a bit harsh than the old Japanese samurai.
"To be honest, I want to laugh when you look like you are wearing crotch pants. I really do n’t know why you have this hobby? And your large tattoos are so stupid in my eyes. That's how it works. "Zhou Qingfeng didn't avoid it, but moved forward two steps toward the blade.
"Ignorant reptile, you have to pay the price to provoke powerful opponents." The little boss on the opposite side was furious suddenly, with both hands pressed hard, the blade held up a homeopathic slash, shouted loudly: "The wind blows, break!"
Broken ..., broken ..., broken ...!
There is really a reverberant sound, which goes around the beam for three days.
Just as a little boss ’s word ‘broken’ exit, he was forced to kick the Zhou Qingfeng in the crotch, and no one in the world could match him. The martial arts in this world are unstoppable, but only fast and unbreakable.
This kick kicks the egg very quickly. The sword just passed the top, and the small boss bent down like a lobster, flew up, and fell back with a sound of wind. He just sat down on the ground with his posture down after sliding down, stopped steadily after sliding a few meters, and then ...
The little boss still maintains the position of holding the sword too high, but his eyes are as glaring as the dead fish, and his mouth can be inserted into a fist. He was suffocated by Zhou Qingfeng on his chest, his face was already red, and even more terrible was that he had no consciousness in his lower body and could not move.
"In addition to the momentum is in place, the other is not worth mentioning." Zhou Qingfeng sneered a lip, his shot was fierce and fierce, the left and right beaters watched his little boss fly backward Go out. This effect made everyone see their feet tight, and the hips felt the same, as if they had been kicked.
For a long time, the shattered little boss suffocated a sentence, "Baka, are you looking at this? Kill me that bastard!"
The Yakuza rank is strict, and the status of the superiors and subordinates is clear. As soon as the little boss spoke, several other thugs immediately rushed towards Zhou Qingfeng with a scream, holding up a stick is a mess. There was a fierce ping pong in the front desk, the glass was broken, and the staff screamed. However, it stopped within half a minute.
According to the normal situation, such a one-sided weapon fight can't last too long. The weaker party either fled like a house dog or was beaten down and continued to be abused and beaten.
The geisha acting as the front desk seemed to stop when he heard the fight outside, and he got out of the hiding platform. Only after this came out, she saw a **** head leaning against the glass plate in front of her stage. The nose bridge of this head was crooked, the lower jaw was dislocated, a black mark on the eyes, and the mouth wailed with pain.
Ya Li butterfly!
The geisha at the front desk was screamed by the **** scene, and stepped back several times until hitting a screen. Only then did she see that a bunch of people were humming out of the front desk, a few sheets fell over, and the ground was messy. Someone was even beaten badly, hitting the position of the window, breaking the glass without saying, half of his body was still stuck on it, shouting for help with his hands and feet shaking.
But in this messy scene, the man with the dark sunglasses who should have fallen is nothing. He was carrying a shoulder bag, holding a file bag in his hand, and came over again and asked, "Where is Beichuan Tiaosi?"
"Your Excellency Beichuan is not here." The geisha at the front desk was also scared. She was afraid that she would be beaten to death if she didn't say the right thing.
"Where is the contract file of your firm's artists?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
The geisha shook his head and cried in tears: "I'm sorry, I don't know, please let me go."
"I also think you shouldn't know." Zhou Qingfeng nodded and turned back to drag his brother who made the "wind blow". This guy with all kinds of ghost tattoos is now losing all fierce flames. He dragged his ears and dragged him forward, his mouth kept yelling.
Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the handle of the sword, and stab it in the palm of the little boss, stab it to the end, bleeding like blood. The little boss wanted to struggle but didn't dare to mess up, only to keep scolding. As a result, Zhou Qingfeng twisted the handle of the knife, and the wound that had been pierced was completely split, and the ribs and bones were separated.
Zhou Qingfeng pulled out the sword, and pierced the other hand of the little boss, and sneered and asked, "Want to come again?"
This man is too fierce!
"No, no, I admit defeat. Your Excellency is brave enough, but I am not as good as it is." , We must be satisfied. "
"There is a girl named Hashimoto Na who signed the contract with you. I hope to cancel this contract." Zhou Qingfeng Shen Sheng said.
"Yes, the contract is in the safe in the manager's room. You can get it if you find it inside." The little boss can't hold it anymore. After saying this, he passed out.
This place is the Tangkou of the Xintian Group and also the Beichuan Office. In addition to a few Yakuzas looking at the facade, there are more than 20 office staff working inside. Upon hearing the sound of fighting outside, these people hid and waited for the situation to subside, and finally the fierce **** came to the door.
"Quickly find out the Hashimoto Na contract." Under the deterrent of Taidao, Zhou Qingfeng forced several Japanese employees to keep busy. The ordinary staff here seem to be serious, and they feel very good.
After repeated inquiries without legal ties, Zhou Qingfeng left the firm with two contracts. And the people in the office looked at the scene of smashing the scene, one by one dumb-someone was killed alone, and they didn't care about overturning the seven fierce Yakuza. This kind of thing never happened in the past.
"This terrible combat power, how terrible!"
"It's really shocking that this mysterious man broke in like a Tyrannosaurus Rex."
"Your Excellency Beichuan will definitely be furious. Even if you can't find this man, you will definitely retaliate against the girl named Hashimoto Na."
A lot of staff talked about it, but they were not as shocked as the Rika who was staying outside. According to this little girl with a round face, the final result of the mysterious "Lin-san" is nothing more than an embarrassment. Maybe he couldn't even escape, he was thrown out.
After all, the Yakuza violent group such as the Xintian team is not a nuisance. Its office is a stronghold and there must be someone stationed. ‘Lin-san’ would be nice if you go in alone, and you ca n’t think of anything else.
But actually, not long after ‘Lin-san’ entered, I heard a shout from the building, followed by the clamor of the thunderbolt and item. Hearing the chaos, pedestrians passing by nearby hurried away.
But it sounded to the end, but ended with a broken glass window on the third floor. A man with blood on his face ran out of the window and screamed on the window. Rika thought that the man was ‘Lin-san’ and found that it was a tattooed Yakuza.
After a while, Zhou Qingfeng wearing a hat and sunglasses came out happily and saw Rika hiding behind a street corner and staring at him in amazement. "Okay, I do n’t need a lawyer, and I do n’t need much time. Now that the contract is in place, we can go!"
"Eh ...! Lin-san, you got the Na-chan contract? How did you do it?"
"Just beat them up."
"Play ..., fight ..., fight ..., your way to deal with Yakuza is to fight a meal?" The round-faced girls stuttered and felt that the world view would collapse. If Yakuza can play casually, is it still Yakuza? (To be continued.)