Chapter 226

He directly folded Wang Kun's wrist to 90 degrees. In a burst of pain, not only did Wang Kun's dagger fall to the ground, but also he knelt down on the ground.

"I tell you, even if my Wang Kun is dead today, brother black fox will not let you go!" Wang Kun, who thought he had come to the end, was unwilling to roar.

When he heard Wang Kun's roar, Chen Ming gave a cool smile. Then he released Wang Kun's wrist and said, "Wang Kun, look who I am."

Chen Ming's voice Wang Kun naturally remembers clearly, so when Chen Ming opens his mouth, he sees Wang Kun kneeling on the ground shaking. After a second of stupefaction, he raises his head.

"Chen Ming! It's you Seeing the familiar face, Wang Kun was very happy, but the joy on his face only appeared for one second. Then he seemed to think of something. He pushed Chen Ming away nervously, and at the same time he said: "Chen Ming, you go quickly. There are too many people on those guys. You are not their opponent."

"Tell brother black fox to avenge me. Don't let me die too much!"

It turns out that Wang Kun is worried that Chen Ming is not the opponent of those guys. Although he has seen the strength of Chen Ming, after all, those guys are well prepared and have lethal weapons on hand. Otherwise, he would not have been in such a situation in his own territory.

However, Chen Ming ignored Wang Kun's worries. Instead of leaving here as Wang Kun said, he took off his short sleeve and quickly wrapped it around Wang Kun's right arm. Then he gave a solution.

He's helping Wang Kun stop bleeding. If he doesn't stop bleeding, it won't be long before Chen Ming can solve these people in front of him.

"Don't worry, none of these guys can run today." After all this, Chen Ming patted Wang Kun on the shoulder and said calmly.

At the same time, the people who pursued Wang Kun also came to Chen Ming.

"Boy, if you don't want to die, go away. The things in your brothers' hands don't have eyes. If they fall on your little body, you can't bear it." A man with a machete more than one meter in his hand came out of the crowd and looked at Chen Ming and said.

"Ha ha ha, even if he doesn't use the guy in our hands, he can't afford it."

When the man's voice fell, bursts of laughter came out of their group, and none of them looked up to Chen Ming.

But if compared with them, Chen Ming's small body is too weak. They can beat him with their fingers. Chen Ming's mother can't help him.

But what they see is only the surface of Chen Ming. Soon, they will see how terrible power is hidden in that small body.

"Did you hurt him?"

Facing this group of people's contempt, Chen Ming stood up, pointed to the wound on Wang Kun's arm, and asked faintly.

"Bah, I cut it. What do you want?" Sure enough, the man who took it to see Chen Ming opened his mouth. He looked at Chen Ming with disdain and said.

"Susu!"

However, as the man's voice fell, Chen Ming's arm waved and a black object came out of his hand and flew towards the man's arm very quickly.

"Ah, ah

The next second, a continuous scream came out. The man who had never put Chen Ming in his eyes knelt on the ground.

The scream came from the man's mouth, and his face was also full of pain.

The group of people behind him did not know what had happened. Seeing the man kneeling on the ground, they looked at him. But at this, they all stepped back at the same time. The expression on their faces was even worse than eating excrement.

I saw the man kneeling on the ground, the chopper in his hand had fallen, and blood was constantly flowing out of his right arm, and a dagger was inserted in his shoulder.

Take the dagger deep into the man's body, can only see a dagger grip is still left outside.

Blood gushed from the wound like a spring.

This dagger is the black object that Chen Ming had thrown out of his hand before. When Chen Ming helped Wang Kun stop bleeding again, he quietly picked up the dagger that Wang Kun had dropped on the ground.

In less than half a minute, the man, who was still wailing, did not know whether it was because of too much blood loss or too much pain, fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

"Damn, this boy is with Wang Kun. Brothers, let's get rid of this boy!" After the man fell to the ground, the group of people behind him reacted.

One by one, Gao Yang, with his weapons in his hand, forced him fiercely towards Chen Ming.

At a glance, there are as many as 15 people, and every weapon in their hands is lethal. I'm afraid ordinary people would have been shocked by such a situation for a long time.

Even Wang Kun, who is next to Chen Ming, can't help leaning on Chen Ming. After all, these people are desperators.

Fighting with them is doomed to either you die or I live.

But even so, Chen Ming's face did not change. Not only did he not have the color of fear on his face, on the contrary, when the group of people rushed to him, the corner of his mouth also tilted a faint radian.

More than ten people rushed to Chen Ming with great momentum. It seemed that they had to take Chen Ming's life. There were many pedestrians on the food street.

But because of the appearance of these people, even the boss of the pot at this time is hiding.

Previously, those people were only ten meters away from Chen Ming, so at such a distance, they almost just came to Chen Ming in the blink of an eye.

In the face of so many people, Chen Ming seems very weak, just like a lamb to be slaughtered, and can only wait for the butcher's knife to reach him in despair.

But let's not say whether these people are good enough to be a butcher's knife. Chen Ming is not a lamb to be slaughtered.

See those people have rushed to Chen Ming body, at this time, Chen Ming your eyes a cold: "is now!"

In a secret way, I saw that his sole of foot suddenly rotated, slightly bent down and stretched out his arm. A bench more than one meter long was held in his hand.

Between the lightning and flint, the soles of Chen Ming's feet turned rapidly, and his body turned with his own pace. He didn't know how many turns he had made.

All of a sudden, he stepped out with his legs and squatted down slightly. With the force produced by the previous rotation, the wooden stool in his hand threw at the group of people who rushed to him.