Siheyuan: Sending the whole courtyard to jail at the beginning

Seeing that a fight was about to take place, the people nearby dispersed, apparently fearing that they might be injured by mistake. However, they did not go far either, and all gathered not far away to watch the excitement.

Alas, there is no shortage of such trustworthy people in any era.

"Oh? You dare to use a knife on us? You are really looking for death!"

Seeing the other party use a knife, Lin Beijun's face could not help but show a trace of cruelty. We are all young people, and it is normal to fight. But if you pull out a knife, then you are wrong. There is no fun, and it is taboo.

Lin Beijun didn't foolishly rush up to fight them with bare hands, and of course he didn't pull out a gun. They were just a bunch of ugly guys, so pulling out a gun would be too much of a compliment to them.

He took out a baton from his pocket, swung it, and rushed towards Wang Erhu.

Wang Erhu still maintained the momentum of charging towards Lin Beijun's stomach with the knife. He thought that the guy would be like those losers in the past, who would run away in fear when they saw him pulling out a knife, or kneel down and beg for mercy. But this time, the guy actually took out his weapon and wanted to fight him.

The hot-tempered Wang Erhu became even angrier and increased the strength in his hands. However, Lin Beijun was faster and more fierce, and rushed straight towards him. His knife was about to hit him, but the boy didn't dodge. Wang Erhu sneered, maybe he met a fool?

But soon, he realized he was wrong.

“Ka... Ding... Ah...”

Lin Beijun's left hand suddenly shook and he actually grabbed Wang Erhu's wrist. With another force, the knife fell to the ground instantly, and his wrist was bent more than 90 degrees. The crisp sound was obviously that his wrist was broken.

At the same time, Lin Beijun's right hand was not idle either. He swung the stick and hit Wang Erhu directly on the neck, causing him to pass out before he could finish screaming. This was not over yet. Lin Beijun raised his foot again and made him sit back on the homemade plane, which flew more than a meter away and hit three of his younger brothers before stopping.

"Ouch, second brother, you're gonna kill me."

"Brother, I can't take it anymore. You're almost crushing me to death. Can you please get up quickly?"

The younger brother who was pinned down screamed in agony, but Wang Erhu had fainted at this time, so how could he get up?

With a stick in his hand, Lin Beijun at this moment was like a martial god descending, rushing towards more than 20 people alone. He was not a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, but a tiger entering a flock of sheep!

He rushed into the crowd, swinging the baton in his hand continuously, and each blow accurately hit the opponent's sore spot or vital point. The one holding a knife would inevitably have a hand or an arm broken, while the other Lin Beijun were not so cruel, they just hurt or knocked the opponent down.

As screams rang out, people kept falling down. At this time, the remaining gangsters finally realized that the people in front of them were not easy to deal with. They began to retreat timidly, completely losing their previous arrogance.

"No, it's bad, my second brother was knocked unconscious."

At this time, the gangsters who were hit by Wang Erhu also discovered the condition of their boss and shouted in horror.

Looking at the dozen or so companions lying on the ground groaning in pain, and hearing the shouts of the companions behind them, how could the remaining people dare to continue fighting with Lin Beijun?

"Run!"

"This man is crazy!"

For a moment, shouts were heard one after another, and the gang turned around and ran away, wishing they had two more legs.

However, how could Lin Beijun let them go so easily? The answer is no.

If you come out, you will have to pay it back sooner or later!

Since someone dared to provoke him, Lin Beijun must teach him a profound lesson. Besides, he hasn't had enough fun fighting yet.

He quickly chased after them, the baton in his hand flew up and down again, and each time he struck a thug accurately. In the blink of an eye, all the thugs fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Looking at Lin Beijun again, he was not hit at all. Except for his suit being slightly wrinkled, he looked like nothing happened.

This shocked the onlookers, and they all looked at Lin Beijun with admiration.

Not far ahead, Zhong Yuemin, Zhang Haiyang, Li Yuanchao and others were immersed in the fierce battle just now. With the advantage of numbers, they successfully repelled the opponent, but just as they were about to cheer and celebrate, they found that there were no more onlookers around them, but all ran to the back. What happened?

With curiosity and confusion, they also ran over, and then they saw a jaw-dropping scene - at the back of the team, a tall young man in a suit was chasing more than 20 people alone, and he was no match for them, and finally won a great victory!

Fighting is as easy as eating for that person.

Everyone was stunned and speechless, staring straight ahead, as if they were under a spell and unable to move.

There were many experts among them who could fight three or four people at the same time. However, they had never seen or even heard of a god-like person who could fight more than 20 people alone!

Those are more than twenty people, not more than twenty pigs!

This scene was so shocking that it completely overturned their previous cognition and concepts!

"This... this guy is too powerful, right?" Yuan Jun's face was full of astonishment. He swallowed hard and spoke stutteringly.

"I... Oh my god, one person against two or twenty plus, are they still human? Is this the God of War who has descended to earth?" Zheng Tong on the side was so shocked that he couldn't even speak clearly.

The rest of the people were silent. They really didn't know how to respond to the scene before their eyes. They could only stand there blankly, either stunned with shock, or filled with envy, or simply dumbfounded, staring at that direction, that person.

Among them, three of them looked at the invincible figure with particularly fiery eyes. One of them was Zhong Yuemin. At this moment, his eyes were filled with endless worship and admiration. In his eyes, that man was like a knight in a martial arts novel, possessing peerless martial arts, doing justice and righteousness, and dominating the world!

As the saying goes: Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles; pass through a mass of ten thousand troops without getting a single leaf on you!

The other person was Li Yuanchao. When he saw the man killing people everywhere, his eyes lit up with excitement. He seemed to see the great general he had been waiting for for a long time, who was a master of the battlefield and the most courageous among the three armies, walking towards him! This mighty general will surely lead his army to be invincible and unstoppable under his command!

"Eh? Kuiyong, where are you going?"

Several people were surprised, but who knew that Li Kuiyong actually ran towards that person.

"Master...ah..." When Li Kuiyong saw the man's face, he couldn't bear it anymore and ran towards him with moist eyes. But before he could finish his words, he was greeted with a fist as big as a sandbag, which hurt him so much.

"Humph, you actually missed one more. Really, you are so young and can do something else. Are you trying to sneak attack someone from behind? You little piece of trash."

Lin Beijun blew his iron fist proudly and said, then turned around and looked at the person who attacked him with some indignation. He hated people who attacked him from behind the back the most.

"Wow, Brother, it's me, Xiaoyong."

Li Kuiyong covered his eyes with his hands, struggled to get up, and shouted with a choked voice, not knowing whether he was excited or in pain.

"What the hell? Xiao Yong smashed it?"

At this time, Lin Beijun also saw the face of the attacker clearly. He was stunned when he saw him. Wasn't this Li Kuiyong, his junior brother and lackey when he was on Tianqiao?

Although they haven't seen each other for five years, the boy has grown up, matured, and his appearance has changed a little, but as a good senior brother, Lin Beijun still recognized him at a glance.

Looking at Li Kuiyong with tears in his eyes, Lin Beijun felt a little embarrassed. It wasn't that some villain wanted to harm him, it was just that his junior brother was too excited to see him.

"You kid, don't you know your senior brother's skills? And you came from behind me, aren't you asking for a beating? Does it hurt?"

"Wow, senior brother, I miss you so much." At this time, Li Kuiyong cried even harder, and with tears and snot, he wanted to go over and hug Lin Beijun, but was stopped by the latter who held his head.

"Oh my god, stay away from me. Do you think you are a little girl? You hug everyone you see? How grown up are you? You are so snotty and tearful. If you mess up my suit again, be careful that your sister-in-law will beat you."

Although he was disliked, Li Kuiyong was not angry at all. Instead, he was very happy because this was the senior brother he was familiar with in his heart.

"Haha, senior brother is right." Li Kuiyong smiled foolishly and rubbed his face twice with his sleeves, but he didn't expect that his face became even more dirty, because he had just fought with someone, and his face and body were all covered with dust. If he cried, wouldn't he be like a woman with smudged makeup?

"Brother Beijun, are you okay?" At this time, Chen Xueru also came over with a smile, carefully took out a handkerchief from her bag, and wiped the sweat and dust off Lin Beijun's face.

"Hello, Master's Wife!"

Li Kuiyong suddenly yelled very loudly, and not only Chen Xueru, but even Lin Beijun was startled.

But when he was about to get angry, he saw Li Kuiyong actually bowing to Chen Xueru, which made him laugh and cry.

"Brother Beijun, what about him?"

Chen Xueru hesitated. She was a little overwhelmed by the other party's gift to her.

"Uh... This is a fellow apprentice of mine from when I was learning Kung Fu, Li Kuiyong. We grew up together, and he's a little silly. I guess he scared you."

"Pah, why do you want to give me such a big gift? I don't have money to give you a red envelope."

Lin Beijun first explained to Chen Xueru, then slapped his junior brother hard on the head and said speechlessly.

"Hiss, Senior Brother, I'm not stupid, okay? I'm just being respectful."

Li Kuiyong said aggrievedly while rubbing his head.

"Hehe, how can you bully someone like this? Are you okay, little junior brother?"

Chen Xueru was amused by this scene. She first glared at her partner, then asked Li Kuiyong with concern.

"Hey, sister-in-law, I'm fine. My senior brother and I have been like this since we were young. You don't know that he hasn't hit me for five years. When he hits me, I feel very close to him."

Lin Beijun covered his face, he couldn't bear to watch, "You fucking bastard? Act normal now, don't embarrass me."

"Hey, yes, brother."

"Hey Xiaoyong, are you here to watch the movie too?"

Lin Beijun took out a cigarette from his pocket, gave one to his junior fellow apprentice, and then the two began to puff on the smoke.

Li Kuiyong was stunned, turned his head to look at the plaque of Tiaoqiao Theater, then said with a strange look in his eyes: "Brother, this is Tianqiao Theater, for watching plays, not a movie theater!"

"!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノWhat? Not a movie theater?"