Chapter 1607

It's too slow...

Zhang Xiaofan secretly shakes his head, this tattoo youth this one surprise, attack it unprepared.

Plus, the cooperation between the two men.

It's not subtle.

But, these two people's movements.

But in his eyes, it was as slow as a tortoise.

See, Zhang Xiaofan stretched out his hand.

At random, the tattooed youth holding the right wrist of the spring knife behind him.

Then, with a jerk.

"Oh

Tattoo youth immediately, issued a kind of pig like howl.

As soon as the hand was released, the spring knife fell to the ground.

"It hurts... It hurts..."

"It's killing me..."

"Little... Little redneck..."

"Fast... Fast on Laozi..."

The tattooed young man's right wrist.

Zhang Xiaofan was directly up, directly over nearly 120 degrees of the buckle.

Although there is no direct tattoo on the youth's right wrist.

I broke it on the spot.

But this persistent pain.

It's much more painful than directly breaking a person's bone.

"Noisy --!"

"Pa --!"

Zhang Xiaofan is also too lazy to talk nonsense with the tattooed youth.

He swung his right hand and slapped it hard.

This is a slap in the face.

Zhang Xiaofan just added a little bit of strength.

But even so.

The tattoo on the left side of the young man's face was directly pulled out by Zhang Xiaofan.

Blood foam, just like no money.

"Hua la..." came out of the corner of his mouth.

Among them, there are several white broken teeth.

Also from the tattooed youth's mouth, was vomited out.

Needless to say, Zhang Xiaofan slapped me.

Directly tattoo the teeth on the left side of the youth.

All of them are scattered.

"Ha ha..."

"Just like you, you want to learn from others to stab in the back?"

"Ridiculous --!"

Zhang Xiaofan sneered and let go.

This tattooed youth, directly on the limp to sit on the ground.

The whole person is completely stupid.

And equally stupid.

There were also bald men who wanted to attack Zhang Xiaofan.

At this time, he was also holding a spring knife in his hand.

Stupidly looking at, that slap to draw minutes, doubt life tattoo youth.

Throat up and down a stir, hard to swallow a mouthful of saliva

For a moment, the whole carriage was dead.

"Xiao Fan, I really want to thank you just now..."

"If it wasn't for you, I really don't know what to do..."

The middle-aged woman also recovered from her previous shock.

Looking at Zhang Xiaofan's eyes is also full of gratitude, Tao.

Perhaps, for people in big cities like Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen.

1000 yuan may not be enough for them to go out for a party or shopping.

However, for the villagers of happy village.

If the 1000 yuan is stolen by these people.

At least, it's the cost of several members of a family for at least one and a half months.

"Ha ha, it's OK, Aunt Liu. It's OK this time that all the villagers are present."

"If it were outside, I don't know how complicated and terrible the situation would be."

Zhang Xiaofan at this time, is also smiling to remind, way.