"Your Excellency, I think you are also a person of status. You should be able to tell that the muddy water today is not so easy to flow. "" The Dragon Alliance is already dying. In the future, the Chinese in the island country will follow the lead with machetes. I would like to advise you. But you must think carefully to avoid standing in the wrong team and causing death. Of course, if you quit now, the door of the Machete Gang will be open to you at any time, how about it?"

Although Yin Zhiqiang is domineering, he is not reckless. From how easily Shen Jiwen took over Li Shaoyun just now, it can be seen that the opponent is not weak in skills and will try not to offend him as much as possible. But his words are also a warning to Shen Jiwen, machete The gang is not something to be trifled with either.

Shen Jiwen chuckled and said nothing, just staring straight at Yin Zhiqiang.

"Sir, what do you mean?" Yin Zhi asked, suppressing the pain in his heart.

Shen Jiwen then said: "Do you know why in island countries, we Chinese people can't always hold our heads up?"

Yin Zhiqiang didn't understand why the other party suddenly asked this question. However, the young man opposite seemed to have an invisible deterrent, which made him feel a little afraid in his heart, and he subconsciously asked: "Why?"

Shen Jiwen did not answer the other party, but continued to ask.

"Do you know what you are?"

"We are the Machete Gang!"

Yin Zhiqiang said inexplicably.

"No, you are not the Machete Gang. In my eyes, you are just fucking shit——"

When Shen Jiwen counted to the end, he specially lengthened his tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole courtyard suddenly became silent, and even a pin dropping on the ground could be heard clearly.

Things just happened to happen. At this moment, someone farted loudly, as if acknowledging what Shen Jiwen said.

"Hahahaha... The Machete Gang turns out to be nothing."

"That's right, you are still showing off your power here."

Several Dragon Alliance disciples behind him couldn't help but ridicule each other.

Shen Jiwen also secretly thought to himself that this farting buddy is really too talented, and immediately said: "Yin Zhiqiang, our people just treated you like farts, why don't you get out of here!"

At this time, Yin Zhiqiang's muscles on his face began to beat because of his anger. He picked up the machete in his hand and slashed at Shen Jiwen's head.

Shen Jiwen had just watched the duel between him and Li Shaoyun, and already understood his tricks. Seeing that his chest was wide open, he ducked sideways and kicked Yin Zhiqiang in the chest. He kicked the opponent backwards and fell backwards with a thud.

However, this time did not cause much harm to him. Yin Zhiqiang struggled to get up from the ground, stared at Shen Jiwen like a furious beast, and swung the machete at Shen Jiwen again. Came over.

Shen Jiwen stood upright like a javelin. When the opponent was about to approach, his toes suddenly picked up the spear that Li Shaoyun had just dropped on the ground. "Whoosh!" The spear made a powerful buzzing sound. The sound hit Yin Zhiqiang right in the chest.

Pfft——

Yin Zhiqiang opened his mouth and vomited out a large ball of blood and fell to the ground. The white-bearded old man next to him saw this and hurriedly helped Yin Zhiqiang up. A closer look revealed that four of his sternums were broken by the shock, and the vomited blood covered his chest. All the clothes were soaked.

The white-bearded old man quickly asked the people behind him to force Yin Zhi to one side. Then, he slowly walked out and stood opposite Shen Jiwen. He stared at Shen Jiwen and said, "What a spicy trick. I don't know my little friend's surname. Where did you learn from?"

Shen Jiwen had already seen from the opponent's attack on Li Shaoyun that he was not as powerful as the old man. It was not difficult for him to deal with him. However, today he was mainly here to discuss cooperation with Ye Chong. matter.

Just now, if Li Shaoyun hadn't seen that he couldn't resist anymore, he wouldn't have wanted to cause trouble at all. Now he has punished Yin Zhiqiang and achieved the purpose of deterrence, and he doesn't want to cause more trouble.

Thinking of this, he waved to the white-bearded old man and said: "You can go. Don't come to the Dragon League to cause trouble in the future."

His tone was filled with the aura of a superior. How could the white-bearded old man step down in front of so many servants? Besides, one of his own was injured, so he went back in despair. How will the Machete Gang gain a foothold in Chinatown in the future?

The white-bearded old man squinted his eyes and looked at Shen Jiwen. Two cold rays of light shot out from his eyes and said: "You don't know the heights of the world, today I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your master. Teach you how to respect others."

After saying that, the white-bearded old man approached Shen Jiwen like lightning, and when passing by the weapons rack next to him, he picked up a long sword.

Zheng!

The long sword buzzed and only took Shen Jiwen's throat.

Shen Jiwen didn't dare to be careless. He ducked sideways, grabbed two nunchucks from the weapon rack, and started dancing with a roar.

"Huh, old man. Don't rely on me and show off my old age here. You are worthy of talking about respect with me. How did Yin Zhiqiang talk to Mr. Ye just now!"

As Shen Jiwen said that, the nunchucks spun at high speed in his hands, as if he were holding two hot wheels. The others were dazzled and cheered, even several members of the Machete Gang. I couldn't help but scream.

Shen Jiwen used the shooting star to catch up with the moon. The nunchaku in his left hand was swept directly towards the white-bearded old man's temple. At the same time, the nunchuck in his right hand was backhand towards the opponent's chin. The two hands cooperated quite tacitly.

This nunchuck is a weapon that is both soft and hard. In the United States, it is a must-have weapon for the government's armed police to prevent riots. If it hits the body, even the bones will be broken.

However, the white-bearded old man's swordsmanship was also unique in its own way. His moves were sharp and cruel, and his sword was slanted. For a while, the fight with Shen Jiwen was inseparable.

Snap!

The white-bearded old man was careless and was slapped twice by Shen Jiwen on the face. Two ferocious blood marks suddenly appeared. The muscles on the old man's sore face kept beating. He became angry and waved his long sword, turning it into a rainbow and heading towards it. He swept across Shen Jiwen's neck.

This move contains the power of thunder, as if thousands of horses are galloping and roaring.

Shen Jiwen knew that the opponent had used his killing move, and he let out an explosive roar in his throat. The two nunchucks flew out of his hand and hit the white-bearded old man directly in the face.

The white-bearded old man was currently charging forward and had no time to dodge, so he had to swing his long sword to chop the two nunchucks.

As a result, the door on his chest opened. Shen Jiwen seized this fleeting opportunity and shot out like a spring. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the white-bearded old man and kicked him hard. On the chest of the old man with white beard.

"Wow--"

As the white-bearded old man flew backwards, he vomited a large mouthful of blood in the air and felt as if his whole heart was being kicked to pieces.

Several disciples from the Machete Gang over there hurriedly came over and helped the old man in white up. The old guy felt stars shining in front of his eyes. He vomited a few more mouthfuls of blood, calmed his breathing and watched the first release without commercials. Please go to ""

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