Chapter 3823

Li Junwen felt that the way he rushed up was quite handsome. He waved his hand, followed by more than a dozen younger brothers. How exciting this scene was! He once had ideals. He felt that in troubled times, he would definitely be able to become a great general, leading thousands of troops and horses, rushing towards the enemy line.

Now this scene is quite similar to the scene he imagined. Although their opponent is only Su Xinghui, he has automatically supplemented Su Xinghui's people behind him into the composition of the enemy line.

Li Junwen didn't feel that rushing up like this would have any danger. They all had rich fighting experience, and they were black-hearted and ruthless. In ordinary fights among the people, in fact, the real combat effectiveness is directly proportional to the degree of ruthlessness.

Even if a person with muscles all over his body faces a small hooligan, because he dare not be ruthless, it is not strange that he was stabbed to death by a small hooligan. Therefore, there is a saying that the soft are afraid of the hard, the hard are afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal are afraid of those who don't want their lives.

Like Li Junwen and the others, they belong to the horizontal, and they have many people, so even if there are one or two who don't want their lives, they are not their opponents.

Last time Li Jianguo also resisted, but he couldn't stand their many people, so he was still beaten into a disability by them.

Today, facing one person again, Li Junwen didn't take it seriously. This was just another unequal beating. This made him a little distracted. His attention was more on the two girls.

Just when he was distracted, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and he couldn't help but fly back, returning to the original place at a faster speed than he rushed up, like a big shrimp, crouching on the ground.

Li Junwen didn't see what happened, but everyone behind Su Xinghui saw it. They were all speechless, unable to believe everything they saw.

When Li Junwen and others rushed up, they saw Su Xinghui not retreating but advancing. When passing by Li Junwen, he hit Li Junwen's lower abdomen with a knee, and Li Junwen flew back. Next, Su Xinghui punched, raised his elbow, kicked, and raised his knee. Every move he made, he must have hit someone back. Before long, the place where Li Junwen and others started to stand had already fallen several people, groaning in pain there.

No matter how hard Li Junwen and his group tried to hit Su Xinghui, they were one step slower. When they punched, they could at most hit Su Xinghui's shadow. At first, they relied on their many people and were very courageous. However, as fewer and fewer people stood, the fear in their hearts became greater and greater.

When there were four people left, they shouted and wanted to run away. However, how could Su Xinghui let them run away? Su Xinghui took a few steps and knocked three of them to the ground. Finally, only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was left, standing there looking at Su Xinghui trembling.

Su Xinghui looked at this seemingly weak boy and asked calmly, "What is your name?"