In the room on the second floor.

When Wang Zhanlei saw that the other party had no guns in his hand, he immediately resisted frantically, and directly pretended to be 1-5 against 5. He lay on the chair, smashed one with a vase, and poked one with fragments. But as soon as the other party surrounded him, he had no room to play. Three people, one baseball stick, completely stunned him.

Several people worked together to pull Wang Zhanlei's legs, and while hammering him on the ground, he pulled him into the corridor.

In the corridor, Feifei, who had been quarreling with others since she was a child, wanted to speak classical Chinese, had never seen such a formation. When she saw so many people rushing over, holding knives and sticks in her hands, she was immediately stunned and stood at the door of the room with her head in her arms and screaming.

The fat young man rushed over and pulled Feifei's hair. He didn't care that the other party was just a girl, and raised his hand and slashed it with a short military knife.

Feifei's head and arms were bleeding, and she was about to dodge her head when someone pulled her hair to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, three or four strong guys came up to Feifei's head and kicked her body hard.

"Bang!"

The door of the innermost room was pushed open, Qiao Shuai was carrying a large European desk lamp, Fu Zhisong's arm muscles were bulging, and he held the office chair of the small boss that was only common in the hotel, and rushed towards the crowd.

"Bang!"

Fu Zhisong jumped up, exhausted all his strength, smashed the two of them towards him, and pulled Sister Fei with one hand.

Qiao Shuai grabbed the desk lamp wire with his right hand, wore big red shorts, and swung the European desk lamp by playing with yo-yo.

"Bang!"

"Crash!"

The desk lamp hit a young man's head, the lampshade shattered, and glass pieces splashed all over the ground. Fortunately, the furniture in the villa in this scenic area was very expensive. The main material of the European desk lamp was made of copper and was extremely sturdy. Qiao Shuai smashed it several times in a row, and the desk lamp was slightly deformed. Moreover, the structure on the lamp pole was complicated, and it was all made of large hooks, so even if it could not be hit by a person, it could hook the other person's flesh.

Fu Zhisong can't remember how many years he has been, and he has not fought with others naked. But although the fierce general is old, he is still brave. After pulling Sister Fei next to the wall, he protected her under his feet, leaning against the wall behind him, bent his body, and his left and right arms blocked both sides of his head, and he was hit by four or five consecutive sticks and knife.

After carrying it over the first round, the guy was lifted up and smashed it again. Fu Zhisong seized this opportunity, suddenly raised his head and pulled a guy directly over with his left hand.

"Fuck your mother!"

Fu Zhisong raised his head and hit the other person's face, lifted his knee and hit the other person's crotch with a buzz.

"Ao!"

The guy burst into screams.

Fu Zhisong was not a soldier and had no training, but he had a lot of experience in fighting the crowd. He was also a scammer. When he was a kid, he didn't know how many beats he had been, so he was very good at fighting with less. His moves were different from Kim Tae-woo and others. His movements were simple and neat, and he used all kinds of tricks.

The young man was hunched over, and Fu Zhisong lowered his head and threw his arms with both hands, and took the opportunity to snatch the baseball stick.

"Bang, bang!"

As soon as the stick was received, Fu Zhisong held the stick handle with both hands, swung forward in a fan shape, and was specially used to hit the head.

The other party was all from the army, and they were young and had good physical fitness, so after Fu Zhisong hit several times, they did not disperse. Each of them had blood from their nostrils, and they raised their arms and weapons to block them.

"Bang!"

Just as Fu Zhisong was just waving, a slightly older man came up on the left, holding an iron thick-walled trash can in both hands and slapped Fu Zhisong's face horizontally.

"Bang!"

Fu Zhisong's head was knocked back and hit the wall. At the same time, he felt his nose sore, his head was dizzy, and his ears were buzzing.

On the ground, Sister Fei looked up among several legs, but she didn't see Fu Zhisong's face, but she felt his blood flowing on her face. At that moment, she was stunned, and n pictures flashed inexplicably in her mind.

"Bang!"

As soon as Fu Zhisong shook his head, the trash can hit his head again. This time, his eyes were pitched black, and he instinctively reached out and pulled Sister Fei's head, guarding his waist and shouting: "Ship Qiao!"

"Fuck your mother!"

Qiao Shuai, who was relatively thin, had already rushed into the crowd, and with a knife in the back, kicked the man holding a trash can with one kick.

"Still him to death."

Someone in the crowd pointed at Fu Zhisong and shouted.

"Crack!"

Qiao Shuai rushed left and right, holding the desk lamp handle in his right hand, and stood beside Fu Zhisong and smashed it hard.

Fu Zhisong stood up at the right time, looked around with blood flowing on his face, and instantly stared at the young man who kept shouting that he wanted to kill him.

"Fuck him, kill him." The young man stood behind the crowd and kept shouting at Fu Zhisong.

"Hulala!"

The crowd surged up again.

"Tait!"

Just then, footsteps sounded, and Xiaoji rushed to the second floor with eight or nine people.

"Mom," Xiaoji yelled with her eyes: "Squat down for me."

The corridor was noisy and no one paid attention to Xiao Ji at all.

"Kang Kang!"

Xiaoji burst into the sky with two shots and shouted again: "Squat down!"

Everyone was stunned and turned around and looked at Xiaoji.

"Squat down!" Xiaoji pointed at everyone and shouted.

Seven or eight men who followed Xiao Ji were about to step forward immediately.

"Don't you mom, who should I scare you with a broken gun?!" The older man in the other crowd lowered his head and took out the gun.

"Fuck your mother, do you really think I'm scaring you?" Xiaoji saw the other party holding a gun, and suddenly became anxious and pulled the trigger at the other party.

"Kang Kang!"

Two gunshots erupted, and the man fell to the ground on the spot. But he didn't know whether he wanted to shoot Xiaoji or his body was stiff after being shot. In short, his arm was still lifting, and the muzzle was still aimed at Xiaoji.

"Kang Kang!"

Bian J's brother didn't care what the other party was. When he saw his gun, he wanted to kill someone again, he lowered his head and shot twice, and directly repaired his head.

At this moment, all the guys in the house were stupid. Because they didn't expect that the other party would be so terrible and dared to shoot and kill people. Before they came, they only thought that this group of people were relatively rich businessmen.

"Don't move all."

Seven or eight side men took out their hands and guns.

Fu Zhisong shook his head, wiped the blood from his cheeks with his left hand, and walked straight to the young man who was shouting that he wanted to kill him.

"What are you doing? What are you going to do? I tell you, I am Bei..." The young man was so scared that he took a few steps back on the spot.

"Fuck your mom! What kind of JB family, I'm spoiled you like this?!" Fu Zhisong held the baseball stick in both hands, stared at his eyes and shouted: "Do you chop us to death? Ah?!"

"Bang!"

After saying that, Fu Zhisong hit the other party's head with a baseball stick.

The young man rolled his eyes on the spot, leaned against the wall, and fell to the ground with a buzz.

"Fuck your mother, if you have some capital, you will be lawless, right?" Fu Zhisong rode on the young man and swung his arm again.

"Bang!"

The second place was that the young man was hit with a visible fracture on his side, his cheekbones instantly sunk, and blood was bleed from his mouth and nose.

"Bang!"

The third place fell, the solid wood baseball stick actually cracked.

"Fuck your mother!" Fu Zhisong raised his arm and was about to hit him for the fourth time.
Chapter completed!