"Damn it! You dare to smoke!"

Bang!

Wang Han grabbed Fan Xiaoqiang's wrist!

Click!

Wang Han raised his head!

He directly folded Fan Xiaoqiang's arm.

Broken bones penetrate the skin and emerge from the bend of the arms.

ah!!!

Fan Xiaoqiang screamed in pain.

Wang Han twisted his waist.

One punch!

The center Fan Xiaoqiang's ribs.

Fan Xiaoqiang's ribs collapsed directly.

Fan Jian at the door was hit and turned over.

"Fuck him for me! I don't fucking believe that so many people can't beat him!"

Wang Han blocked the door, punched one by one, and pushed dozens of people directly over.

In less than a minute.

Wang Han stood in front of Fan Jian.

Fan Jian's face was pale, his legs were trembling uncontrollably, and his feces and urine flowed down his pants.

Wang Han touched it in his pocket before remembering that the lighter was given to Li Gousheng.

He smiled at Fan Jian.

"Borrow a fire!"

Fan Jian's lips trembled. He didn't expect that a person would push dozens of thugs directly. These are all thugs that Black Dragon would raise.

Holding the lighter in both hands, he lit a cigarette for Wang Han.

Wang Han casually put the lighter over and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Have you given the lighter to me?" The thick white smoke from Wang Han's mouth sprayed on Fan Jian's face.

"Okay!" Fan Jianya Huazi shivered.

Wang Han smiled and said, "I never take other people's things in vain. Give me a lighter and I'll treat you to a big mouth!"

Fan Jian hasn't reacted yet.

Wang Han swung his arms and shouted with a big mouth.

Half of Fan Jian's face was beaten aside, and his head hit the wall and made a thud.

Wang Han stepped over Fan Jian and walked outside.

I don’t know how long it took, but Fan Jian woke up slowly and quickly found his son who was still in a coma.

After calling the ambulance phone number, the people he brought also groaned and got up from the ground.

Fan Jian was furious when he saw his son's ribs and his arm.

"Damn it! I'm leaning on Kameda Taijun! You dare to hit me! I want you to know how powerful Kameda Taijun is!"

While walking out with the people, Fan Jian suddenly turned his eyes to the room.

He remembered an old man inside.

Fan Jian brought people into the room.

Li Gousheng squatted on the ground and was eating a roast chicken. The wronged movement would make people feel like this is a pitiful person.

Fan Jian kicked Li Gousheng, "Old guy, who are you from Wang Genshuo?"

Li Gousheng patted the footprints on his body and smiled, "I am one of his seniors!"

Fan Jian's eyes lit up, "Catch this old thing for me!"

I made a phone call.
Chapter completed!