Doppelganger

Chapter 86 The Hairless Feather Duster

He has never done this before, he just saw novels and film and television works that can knock people out like this.

Fortunately, this information is reliable, with one slap, Huang Mao was chopped down and passed out.

Seeing Huang Mao adores the youngest Qian so much, Wang Dashu will not give him the slightest chance to tip off.

After chopping the yellow hair unconscious, Wang Dashu stuffed it into a nearby power distribution room so as not to be woken up, and then rushed towards Qian Laoyao's old lair.

Since it was Qian Sangui who kidnapped him, it is unlikely to hide him elsewhere.

For a person like Qian Sangui, the safest place is his father's lair. It would be too much trouble to hide in other places.

In fact, Qian Laoyao's lair is not too far from the speed skating rink. Wang Dashu stopped at the entrance of a mahjong parlor within 5 minutes of driving.

And this mahjong parlor called Dafa is Qian Laomao's lair.

As soon as he parked the car, Wang Dashu heard the sound of crackling mahjong coming from inside, and on the beach chair at the door lay a slumped bastard, with a cigarette in his mouth, looking like he had stayed up all night, with black eye circles, listless, almost Just two opium ghosts.

He got out of the car and went straight to the bastard.

Not to mention, this bastard was a little vigilant. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head and saw Wang Dashu was slightly taken aback. Then he realized that the other party came with bad intentions, and then he reached out to grab a steel pipe at his feet, and then he didn't get up. That's it. A stick swept towards Wang Dashu's calf.

I have to say that these guys have a lot of combat experience at the bottom.

If Wang Dashu was still the same college student back then, I am afraid that he would not have been able to escape the sudden blow of the stick. After that, it would be a matter of course that he could not get up after being beaten with a stick.

But the current Wang Dashu is no longer what he used to be. Seeing the stick coming, instead of dodging, he kicked the bastard's arm with his right foot, hooked his toe, and kicked the steel pole It flew up, reached out to grab it, and smashed it down on the bastard.

For Wang Dashu, he had suffered a lot under Bai Yuan's hands in training for fighting for weapons like this. In order to snatch a branch, he probably left tens of thousands of bruises on his body.

And this bastard is not a white ape, his movements are extremely slow, and he can't pose any threat to Wang Dashu at all.

Seeing that the steel pipe fell on his head, the bastard was so frightened that he didn't even have a chance to dodge, so he could only close his eyes.

He knew that if the steel pipe fell, he would definitely be shot open immediately, and he might even be beaten to death by a steel pipe.

However, the steel pipe stopped on top of that bastard's head in an instant.

"Say it! Where is Qian Sangui? If you don't tell me, you will die!"

Now Wang Dashu knows what it takes to be a bully and villain without a teacher, and he didn't say it in the slightest jerky, just smashed a small hole in the concrete floor with a steel pipe.

Undoubtedly, such an approach gave people a feeling of cruelty, as if they would really die if they didn't listen to him.

Of course, this is just an atmosphere created by Wang Dashu.

But this has a miraculous effect on this bastard.

You must know that people like bastards spend a lot of time at the bottom of society, although many times they will be impulsive and passionate, and they will hit people without asking for a little stimulation.

But only for ordinary people!
If he really met someone more ruthless than him, he would be softer than anyone else.

"In, in, in!"

Hunzi was so frightened that he stuttered. There was nothing he could do. Hitting someone with a steel pipe was fun, but if it could hit him, Hunzi believed that his body could not be harder than cement.

Wang Dashu felt a little regretful, his own strength seemed a little insufficient, when the steel pipe went down, there was only a small hole on the concrete floor, a small hole the size of a finger.

It's a world of difference to go down with the flesh god and blow up a big hole.

Of course, this is not the time to regret such a thing. Knowing that Qian Sangui was inside, Wang Dashu did not hesitate. He slashed his palm on the opponent's neck, stunned him, and then rushed into the mahjong with the steel pipe. museum.

In fact, at this time, the people in the mahjong parlor were alarmed and alerted.

So when Wang Dashu rushed into the mahjong parlor, a mahjong chair flew over, and then more than a dozen bare-chested men rushed up wielding sticks, steel pipes and even watermelon knives. Swearing.

"You're courting death! Dare to act wildly on our Brother Qian's territory!"

"Kill him! Pull him back to the pond!"

Wang Dashu stretched out his hand and chopped down a steel pipe, hitting the flying mahjong chair. Under the bombardment of 12 o'clock power, the mahjong chair was split in half instantly, and then he rushed into the crowd, the steel pipe continued to Stabbing out, like waving a long sword, constantly stabbing the weapons in the hands of those gangsters.

There is no doubt that after being trained by the white ape for so long, although Wang Dashu's progress in swordsmanship is not as terrifying as that of Ah Qing, he has shown his terrifying strength against these ordinary people.

In less than a minute, all the various weapons in the hands of those men fell to the ground, and each of them hugged their wrists and cried out in pain.

When dealing with these gangsters who are doing evil, Wang Dashu has no mercy at all, he will not be as gentle as he is with the leaves.

Anyone who dares to stretch their claws at him will have their wrists broken as punishment!

After all, he came here to save people, not to kill.

After overthrowing those bastards, Wang Dashu felt a little unaccustomed to using steel pipes.

After all, when he was trained by the white ape, he used branches, but when he practiced himself, he used wooden swords.

Although steel pipes are harder and more tenacious than wooden swords and branches, they are so heavy that Wang Dashu has difficulty controlling the force, and when punishing these gangsters, several gangsters have their arms broken.

In the past, the key to Wang Dashu's practice of swordsmanship was the control of speed and strength.

But the steel pipes did not meet the requirements at all, so that Wang Dashu frequently made mistakes.

Of course, Wang Dashu also knew that this should be due to his low level of swordsmanship, otherwise, when Ah Qing's swordsmanship was mastered, a light bamboo pole could defeat thousands of troops!
Therefore, Wang Dashu looked around the mahjong hall, and then his eyes lit up, and he went to the counter and grabbed a feather duster in his hand.

Compared with steel pipes, wooden sticks, etc., this feather duster can't be used as a weapon at all. It is only more than one meter long and not hard enough, so it can only be used against children.

But Wang Dashu was very satisfied with the feather duster, he yanked off the feathers on it, leaving only the bamboo pole, and then walked towards the passage behind the mahjong parlor.

(End of this chapter)