Chapter 3892

The dozen or so migrant workers hesitated for a while, and under the lead of one of them, they rushed towards Zhao Desan and Biaozi. Although they were forced to rush up to besiege Zhao Desan and Biaozi, they didn't hit very hard, just wanting to make a show for Julong to see, so they could earn money from him. But Julong obviously overestimated his power, and these migrant workers obviously didn't expect the other party's agility to be so high. The sticks they waved missed time and time again, and were easily dodged by Zhao Desan and Biaozi. For these poor migrant workers with simple hearts, Zhao Desan only dodged and didn't attack. He didn't want these migrant worker brothers to be hurt, because he knew they were also forced by their livelihood and had no choice. And he could clearly feel that these migrant worker brothers didn't really want to hit him. Even if they occasionally blocked with their arms, the force of the hit on the arm could be felt that they didn't really hit hard.

Biaozi, on the other hand, was completely angered by this group of migrant workers. After dodging for a while, he couldn't help but use his housekeeping skills. Fists and feet flew, side kicks, aerial kicks, various moves learned in the martial arts school finally came in handy, and were used by Biaozi to perfection. Only after he started to show his power did the hard hats on the heads of those migrant worker brothers fly out one after another like raindrops, and the sticks in their hands fell to the ground one by one. Accompanied by bursts of miserable screams, the dozen or so migrant worker brothers fell to the ground one after another, curling up their bodies, holding some part of their bodies and howling...

This hot fighting scene made the onlookers retreat one after another. They knew that although this scene was hot, fists and feet didn't have eyes. If they accidentally hurt themselves, it wouldn't be worth it.

"Get out!" Biaozi threw a left hook, directly dislocating the chin of one of the migrant worker brothers. Only feeling a "creak" sound, the chin was dislocated. The migrant worker brother screamed in response and was knocked to the ground, howling in pain.

"Get out!" With just a sharp "Get out," another migrant worker brother screamed and flew two meters away, rolling on the ground in pain.

"Get out!"

At this time, Biaozi was like a beast with red eyes, fighting and advancing, scaring those migrant worker brothers into retreating step by step, each showing a look of fear, their whole bodies trembling.

And that Julong, who wore a gold necklace and looked like a gangster boss, obviously didn't realize that the situation on the field would tilt to one side. Seeing Biaozi, who looked like an invincible beast in front of him, knocking down the migrant workers blocking his way one by one in three or two strokes, the situation was completely one-sided. Realizing that Biaozi was about to approach him, Julong couldn't help but widen his eyes. The original arrogant and domineering expression was full of fear. His mouth opened, and the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth fell to the ground. Taking advantage of the fact that there were still a few migrant workers blocking in front of Biaozi, Julong quietly retreated from the crowd. Turning around, he saw a pickup truck speeding over and stopping outside the crowd. A dozen or so young men in black holding steel pipes jumped out of the car. Seeing reinforcements coming, Julong returned to his normal state, hurriedly waved his hand, and said in a commanding tone, "Hurry up and go in and hit! Beat those two dog-day bastards to death!"

The dozen or so young men in black were commanded by Julong and rushed into the crowd like mad dogs, waving the steel pipes in their hands. At this time, in the crowd, Biaozi and Zhao Desan had finished fighting and returned to their positions, standing in front of Gao Ying, protecting the mother and son. And those dozen or so migrant worker brothers had all been knocked to the ground by Biaozi, lying horizontally and vertically, holding the parts hit by Biaozi, painfully "howling." The screams came one after another, which boosted Biaozi and Zhao Desan's morale even more.

Seeing such a scene, the dozen or so young men in black holding steel pipes were also a bit dumbfounded. These guys saw that even the dozen or so muscular migrant workers who were fully armed couldn't withstand the other party's power. Could their weak and thin bodies withstand it? They raised such questions in their hearts. After rushing into the crowd, their momentum immediately decreased greatly. No one took the lead, and no one dared to rush forward rashly, because the other party's combat effectiveness was too strong, strong enough to be a bit terrifying.

Gao Ying was worried about Zhao Desan and Biaozi at first, afraid that they would suffer unnecessary losses. But seeing the scene in front of her, with a dozen or so migrant workers lying horizontally and vertically on the ground howling in pain, and those hard hats thrown messily on the ground, the advantage on the field made her no longer worry about these two kind-hearted men, Zhao Desan and Biaozi. She couldn't help but cast a grateful look at the two backs standing in front of her, steady as a mountain. Her heart, which was as calm as water, actually had a ripple, but her pretty face still maintained that indifference and determination. Zhao Desan and Biaozi's helping hand gave her more determination to protect her home from being forcibly occupied.

"Damn it! Come on, I'll play with you dog bastards! Come on!" Biaozi saw that the dozen or so gangsters called by the other party all showed fear, made a charging action, but didn't dare to come forward, so he patted his solid chest muscles and roared at the other party, directly suppressing the other party from the momentum. ===== CHAPTER 3893 =====