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The actors in the crowd scattered in all directions. The director held onto the loudspeaker and anxiously negotiated with the group, but he was pushed aside.

A burly man wearing sunglasses shouted at him, "delay my ass! Young Master Xiao will take care of this matter. You two can do it tomorrow!"

The two black-clothed men wanted to push Gao Xiaowen, but Han Ruolin blocked them right in front, glaring at them.

One of the man said to his comrade in a low voice, "A woman that the Second Young Master Xiao is chasing, give me some face."

In less than half a minute, a large area had been cleared out in the middle of the hall. Most of the crew and the extras did not leave as they crowded around to watch the show.

Five or six people surrounded Ye Zheng, preventing him from taking the opportunity to escape.

Ye Zheng knew in his heart that these people were all Xiao Funan's subordinates, and their target was himself. They merely wanted to humiliate him in front of everyone else, so he smiled as he watched them torture him.

Xiao Funan walked out aggressively.

"Give me some advice?"

Ye Zheng asked with a smile.

"Two paths: the first path, let me break three of your limbs, crawl out of Nanguan; the second path, kneel and lick my shoes."

Xiao Funan said fiercely.

At this moment, some of the onlookers wanted to take out their phones to take a picture, but the men in black stopped them.

"How many of you are there?"

Ye Zheng suddenly asked.

"Fifty."

Xiao Funan said proudly.

Ye Zheng said.

He was highly trained in the military and had a much higher level of observation than the average person.

"That's enough to turn you into a dog."

Ye Zheng had a bright smile on his face as he said: "You wet your pants and smelled wet while I was clean. You said I was a dog?"

At this time, Han Ruolin suddenly shouted from the crowd, "Xiao Er Gongzi, right now, the entire country is in the process of eliminating evil by wiping it out.

"Who's blabbering!"

Gao Xiaowen gently pulled Han Ruolin's hand, signalling to her that Ye Zheng could handle this.

"Then there's nothing to say. Who wants to go first?"

Ye Zheng suddenly stopped smiling, his eyes shooting out a cruel light, looking like an old wolf standing on two legs.

The disciples of the Xiao Er Gongzi all looked at each other. Being intimidated by Ye Zheng's imposing aura, no one dared to be the first one to go forward.

Originally, according to their plans, Ye Zheng would definitely be scared out of his wits, kneeling down, and getting humiliated and beaten up.

"Since everyone is so modest, then I'll go up first."

Ye Zheng's face was still smiling. With a flash, he had already stepped forward with his left and right fists raised.

The intervals between these two punches were extremely short. It was as if he had only punched once.

The two thugs were hit in the jaw and fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Three!"

Ye Zheng's mouth was talking, he did not stop his footsteps, his left foot moved, his right foot kicked sideways, the third fighter was kicked into his chest, and slid on the smooth floor for a distance, unmoving.

"Four!" "Five!"

Ye Zheng rushed over again like a ghost, grabbed onto the arm of a thug and threw him towards his comrade.

The two heads collided, and the two fell to the ground, no longer able to struggle.

The crowd of filming crew and citizens screamed and retreated, afraid of being hit.

Second Young Master Xiao's eyes went wide with shock.

He knew that Ye Zheng had knocked down his two bodyguards in front of the Songshan Lake Villa District, and had even knocked down the six fighters he had sent out at home.

Although this kind of fighting strength was impressive, it was probably Ye Zheng's limit. No matter how strong they were, they wouldn't be able to fight against dozens of strong men with bare hands. At this moment, he realized that he was wrong!

Absolutely wrong!

Ye Zheng unleashed his power like a fierce tiger, with a speed as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, no one could fight him.

He quickly knocked down his opponent without stopping, and immediately rushed to the next victim.

"Twelfth!"

Ye Zheng nimbly extended his arm and wrapped it around a thug's neck, his knees struck twice, causing his opponent to collapse onto the ground. He held onto his stomach and vomited onto the ground, his body twitching.

"What are you still staring at?" "Boo! Boo!" "Boo! BOO!

The Second Young Master Xiao roared in anger.

These thugs, many of them had sawed off steel pipes and iron tiger fingers, but they were caught off guard by Ye Zheng and did not even have time to take out their weapons.

At this time, under Ye Zheng's kicks, two more thugs flew into the air and fell into a shop's window, smashing the glass into pieces.

As the fighting got more intense, some of the onlookers started to evacuate while others stayed behind to take photos with their phones.

"Look at this!"

A robust black clad fighter, with two steel finger tigers on his hands, consecutively attacked Ye Zheng, his moves quick and ruthless.

This surprised Ye Zheng: It seems that in the hands of the Xiao Er Gongzi, there are still a few who have learnt the Fighting Techniques, they are all trash.

Ye Zheng pushed away the attack, and a kick came out. The thug's thigh was broken, and he cried out as he rolled on the ground.

"The fifteenth!" This is not bad. "

Ye Zheng praised.

He took this opportunity to gather the rest of his thugs together, preventing them from being destroyed by Ye Zheng one by one.

However, Ye Zheng did not give them a chance to catch their breath, and continued to rush forward. With a flash of his fist, a few of them were hit in the jaw and liver, and fell to the ground in pain.

Two hands holding sawed steel tubes, one violently struck Ye Zheng's head while the other swept Ye Zheng's calves.

Ye Zheng tilted his body and dodged the two attacks, then both of his legs flew out at the same time. The two of them were like a kite with its string cut as they flew in the air, smashing down the plastic model placed at the entrance of the shop.

"Twenty-fourth!"

As Ye Zheng said that, his right foot kicked a piece of steel pipe off the ground. As if kicking a ball, the steel pipe spun and flew out, hitting a thug in the chest. fell to the ground on all fours with two of his ribs broken, unable to get back up.

"Twenty-fifth!"

One of the thugs threw a steel pipe at Ye Zheng, who leaped into the air and dodged it, taking the chance to use his flying knee to crash into Ye Zheng's face, causing him to fall unconscious onto the ground.

"This guy is not human!" "Retreat!"

It was unknown who shouted first, but the rest of the thugs scattered in all directions.

On the other side of the arena, Second Young Master Xiao was dumbstruck. He only had four bodyguards by his side.

These four people did not participate in the encirclement of Ye Zheng; they only firmly protected their master.

At this time, seeing the countless injured guards on the ground and Ye Zheng's kind smile, they were so scared that their lips had turned white.

"You have thirty-six people. Excluding the four guys beside you, you'll only need to use thirty-two of them. Twenty-five of them were killed by me and seven of them escaped."

Ye Zheng revealed an unfathomable smile, "If I had known this would happen, I would have given you half an hour to call.

Xiao Er Gongzi's expression was even uglier than a grieving funeral.