The fat man looked behind me at several people outside the window and asked me how many people there were. I would like to click a bit, and there were more than 40 people in total. The fat man breathed out. He looked at the wooden stick in his hand and said to me: "It's a tough battle."

I narrowed my eyes. The one I played the most exciting time before was the Crescent Hotel. I ran very well. The fat man was a meat shield and the oil bottle output was very accurate. That was the time when we were in the best condition. Afterwards, there were at least thirty people who beat him down. However, the terrain was complicated at that time, and it was flat here. If the three of us were surrounded, it would be troublesome.

The fat man leaned against the window and said to me, "You can hold on when you go out first, and I will run to the kitchen. There are real guys there. Look, these guys must have something in the poncho. Our meat is not as hard as iron. I took the guys out, and we met on the road at the gate, running and fighting."

I looked outside and they found us for a while. Uncle Er and his team were in other rooms. I wondered if they wanted to alarm Uncle Er's people. The fat man waved his hand: "It will cause death."

I thought it was true. Uncle Second is all outlaws. If he was really hit, he would probably hurt his life. He glanced at the Mercury Bottle, and Mercury Bottle turned his head and looked at the door, not knowing what he was looking at.

I was also guarding the door. Before I could figure out the situation, I instantly kicked the door alone. Two or three people rushed in, all with an iron hook that was long in my hands.

I secretly scolded me for fucking in my heart, and the people outside attracted our attention. Others had already touched the door. Monkey Bottle grabbed an iron hook with one hand, and pushed his body forward, pushing the elbow of his same hand directly into the man's chest. The man let out a muffled voice, his body shrank, Monkey Bottle slapped the man's head with his backhand, hitting the other person directly on the body, snatched the iron hook, and knocked the third person to the ground with the iron hook at a speed that he could not see at all.

After swaying in the spirit, all three of them fell to the ground. All the people behind rushed in. Five more people came in. The room was not big, and there were instant people inside. Mon Oil Bottle turned around and threw the iron hook out with a backhand, and hit one of the people with a "bang" and the two of them went up and twisted him, and fell to the ground in an instant, without knowing how he started.

The fat man and I reacted. One of them went up and one of them directly stuck the necks of the last two. The fat man gave me a head, and I also gave him one. When the two of us bumped, we fell to the ground and touched our heads and wailed.

The people outside did not come in immediately. According to the ordinary people's ideas, eight people fucked three people in a small space, and they killed them no matter what.

I saw the old man outside start lighting the kerosene lamp. It seemed that he wanted to set up a gantry formation. He should be confident and sure that those who came in could control us.

The three of us looked at each other, and the fat man breathed a sigh of relief, one shoulder and one, instantly carried two people, and said to me: "I haven't pretended to be a b for a long time, just pretend to be a b."

I lit a cigarette, maybe the wine just now played a role, and when I went up, I carried one on my shoulder. The fat man said to the manoeu bottle: "Brother, don't lose the chain, keep the formation."

As the fat man said that, he pushed open the door. Under the gaze of more than 40 people outside, the fat man and I walked out carrying four people who were knocked out by us. I was still holding a cigarette in my mouth and suddenly felt a small knife-like suite sounding in my ears.

Looking back at the oil bottle, he didn't listen to us and followed us out. The fat man sighed and threw the two people into the pool on the beach. I also threw them away. The three of them walked side by side towards the stunned old man. The fat man silently said: "I will definitely cut the incision later. Will you cut it?"

"I'm in a bad mood recently and don't want to cut it." I rubbed my waist. The two of them were still a little heavy. They took a sip of cigarettes. Seeing the forty people slowly reacting, they all leaned towards the old man.

I am so familiar with the fight. Those who were the main players just now were really ruthless. Many of these forty people were probably filled with scenes. I grinned and started to smile, and all the discomforts in my heart were revealed during this period.

"Take the initiative." I said silently. At that moment, I seemed to be back in the desert. The three of us had a chassis, instantly accelerated, and rushed towards the forty people in front of us.

We must have looked like evil ghosts at that time, and the forty or so people took a few steps in an instant.

After drinking, I ran for more than thirty steps, and when I ran to the forty people, the fat man and I were already breathing. We stopped and started to breathe, and the forty people watched us gasp.
Chapter completed!