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Fighting is hard

An incredible scene occurred.

The machete was directly blasted into two pieces by Xiaoran's fist. The broken blade flew backwards. Xiaoran's fist did nothing. The gangsters in the audience were dumbfounded. Is this still a human being?

?

Regardless of what they thought, Xiaoran slapped the gangster holding the machete on the face. The gangster was slapped away and two of his teeth were knocked out.

Suddenly there were only three or four gangsters standing in the venue, but these gangsters' feet were trembling slightly, and they were all stunned in place, because what happened today was so shocking to them.

"Don't move yet. If I'm in a bad mood, one of your heads might fly off. Don't try to escape, because don't worry that I won't be able to catch up with you." Xiaoran stepped on one of the people on the ground.

There was a smile on the gangster's belly.

"Don't... move... don't... move..." A shirtless young man said hesitantly. None of the remaining four gangsters dared to move for fear of offending this evil star. Twenty or so people held

Of the machetes, there were only four left standing here in an instant, which made them lose their fighting spirit.

"Tell me, who sent you here." Xiaoran looked casual.

The gangster at Xiaoran's feet kept trying to break free from Xiaoran's feet, but Xiaoran stepped on them too tightly. He couldn't move at all. Instead, he felt as if his body was about to fall apart under Xiaoran's steps.

"We don't know..." The shirtless young man looked horrified.

"Well? You don't know, then why are you coming to chop me?" Xiaoran looked confused, did they have a brain cramp? This is obviously impossible, someone must be instigating them.

"That person directly transferred the money to our bank card and asked us to come and chop a man. We don't know who he is." The young man looked frightened.

"Oh? How much do they pay you?" Xiaoran really wanted to know how much she was worth.

"Ten thousand, ten thousand yuan." The young man said hurriedly, fearing that the evil star in front of him would kill him and others in a rage.

"Ten thousand yuan, right? You see, I fight. It's quite hard. In addition, I accidentally soiled my pants just now. Can you tell me how much compensation should be paid to me?" Xiaoran was quite interested in this.

I am very dissatisfied with the price. In the past, I was also wanted by Interpol. The reward for killing me was one million U.S. dollars. Now that it is ten thousand dollars, someone will cut me off, and my net worth has dropped a lot.

"All ten thousand yuan is for you, all for you." The bald man who was lying on the ground quickly stood up, staggered to Xiaoran's side, and handed Xiaoran a stack of Grandpa Mao.

"Ten thousand yuan? Is it a little less? You see, my wife is still in shock. It's not enough if we don't add a little bit of compensation for mental damage." Xiaoran stared at the bald boss with a smile on her face.

"I'll give it, I'll give it." The bald boss now only wants to drive away the evil star Xiaoran, and he can't help but feel afraid of Xiaoran, because just now Xiaoran directly broke the machete with one punch. This is simply incredible.

, even the bald boss doubted whether Xiaoran was human.

The bald man took out another three thousand yuan from his pocket, his hands trembling slightly, and handed the money to Xiaoran.

"Hey, just accept three thousand yuan. If you come to see me next time, remember to bring more cash. Otherwise, with such a small amount of money, I can't guarantee that your head will be able to rest on your body safely next time.

." Xiaoran laughed, turned around and took Liu Mei's hand.

"I don't dare anymore. We don't dare to have your ideas in the future. We don't dare anymore!" The bald man looked frightened and still wanted to have Xiaoran's ideas. That's not asking for death.
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