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Cheng Kong knew that he had met a strong player, or the helm leader who always did not appear on the sixth floor?

Thinking of this, Cheng Kong's muscles shook all over his body, and the brand suit was torn apart under the violent vibration of his muscles, turning into a butterfly cloth piece floating all over the sky.

When he landed on the ground, Cheng Kong looked in the direction where the iron ball was coming, and a burly square-faced man was walking towards this side while taking off his clothes.

Just from the outside, this burly and square-faced man is enough to be the leading actor in the spy war movie. The smile on his face makes people feel warm, and he is an absolute underground party character.

But Cheng Kong was not careless at all. Real life is not a movie, and his appearance does not represent anything, especially men!

Seeing Cheng Kong's eyes staring at him, the square-faced man smiled, tore the vest on his body and threw it on the ground, and clapped: "No, little brother, you have good strength. You can actually fuck them down in such a short time. This makes me feel a little happy when I see Hunting."

Well, this square-faced man looked at the security guards on the ground with a very cold look, as if he saw a pile of garbage. However, when his eyes fell on Cheng Kong, he looked more normal, but the excitement and joy contained in his eyes made Cheng Kong feel a little numb.

Even when he walked towards Cheng Kong, a man who looked like a manager on the ground was kicked out by him because he blocked his steps, and hit the wall with a muffled bang.

It can be clearly seen that a pool of bright red blood was left on the wall. The man fell to the ground, but his head was twisted and he could not live.

Such a person can no longer be described as a scumbag.

Any gangster boss who is extremely guilty, well, it should be said that any guy who is mixed up with evil will see his subordinates lying all over the floor, each of whom was seriously injured or died, whether it is hypocritical or passionate, he must roar with false words to seek justice for his brothers?

If this is not the case, who else would be willing to do it with him in the future?

But this person is definitely not the case, how do you say it?

Cheng Kong felt that he really didn't care about these people on the ground, so cold that he didn't even fluctuate his emotions, and he didn't feel like he was slapped in the face at all.

Well, simply put it, it is as cold as a person who sees a few ants trampled to death. On the fifth floor of this underground black boxing ring, except for Cheng Kong, he is also regarded as a person, and the rest, both men and women are all ants.

Indifferent, indifference to the extreme, those who cannot arouse his desire to fight are all ants.

Such a person, well, to put it nicely, is a martial arts tycoon, and to put it nicely, is a martial arts crazi.

And he is also a martial madman who has evolved in the hero world.

Such people are often more dangerous than those underworld elements.

When there is no interest in the underworld, most of them are unwilling to do whatever they want. Martial madmen, especially Martial madmen who have evolved, know what they are thinking about? They are walking miniature nuclear bombs, and no one knows that they will explode.

"You are the branch owner here? Can you give me a name?"

Cheng Kong looked at the square-faced man who had already stood twenty meters away, and his mouth was grinning. What else did this mean to him?

Whether it is a madman in martial arts or a gang leader who is extremely guilty, just kill him. In short, let’s contribute to everyone’s peaceful life.

The passionate feeling in Cheng Kong's chest began to burn, and he suddenly felt a desire to fight.

"I? I will tell you first!" The square-faced man smiled, bent down, and with force both hands, he actually lifted up a steel plate under the ring, and then raised the steel plate that was three centimeters thick and more than twenty square meters in diameter, and then threw it towards Cheng Kong.

Huh! Thousands of kilograms of steel plates flew towards Cheng Kong with a huge whistling sound, and the huge wind pressure could almost shock people and faint.

Cheng Kong was a little cautious and did not take the steel plate in a head-on manner. Who knows if the steel plate would be accompanied by a square-faced man with some special abilities?

The steel plate hit the ground, and a sharp whirlwind suddenly rolled up, almost rolling up several corpses around it to the ceiling, but more security guards were directly pressed into meat pies by the steel plate, and blood kept flowing out from under the steel plate.

It's like a small sesame oil squeezed out by a press.

Of course, Cheng Kong did not just dodge without fighting back. When the Type 79 rifle was dodging, the muzzle was firmly aimed at the square-faced man, and kept spitting out long tongues of flames.

The operation of any long-range weapon is the same. For everyone with archery skills like Cheng Kong, well, with Cheng Kong's current archery skills, it can only be described repeatedly in two words based on the Olympic Games winning gold medals.

Stay safe, proper, and sure.

The rifle is like a big bow in Cheng Kong's hand, and it is even much better than a big bow. He just needs to pull the trigger and point the muzzle at the enemy.

The bullets that came out shot out of blood and splashed the square-faced man. After a round, the square-faced man started from his abdomen, and a straight line formed by bullet holes spread to his forehead, a straight line.

This shows how hard Cheng Kong's shooting skills have reached, and this is still the bullets shot out during dodging.

However, Cheng Kong did not show a victory expression, because the square-faced man seemed to have not received any bullet damage at all. He continued to lift a steel plate and threw it over.

Even if a row of bloodlines flowed out of the bullet hole, the square-faced man could not show a slight pain in his expression.

After throwing out the third steel plate ineffectively, the square-faced man gave up throwing the steel plate. No matter from what perspective, if he wanted to use the steel plate to hit Cheng Kong, who was extremely flexible with his hand, he would probably have to force it into a narrow space of only twenty square meters.

"Yes, it's really amazing. My name is Tielu! Remember my name! Boy!"

The next moment, the square-faced man, well, was called the Iron Furious helm leader, slapped his hands on his body, and with a puff, a row of bullets suddenly spewed out of the bullet holes, making a sharp whistling sound, shooting to the ground, splashing a piece of Mars.

"Huh, it's much more comfortable. You kid are qualified to let me smash it into meat pie with a stick!"
Chapter completed!