Chapter 225

"Who are you?" silly Biao was completely flustered at this time, because he also realized that he was not the opponent of the masked man at all.

"Who am I?" the masked man laughed up and shouted sharply, "clean up your people!"

The voice fell to the ground, the masked man no longer left his hands, and his legs kicked on the ground fiercely. The whole man was like a shell shooting at silly young tiger!

Silly Biao opened his eyes in an instant, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his face retreated in horror!

Whoosh!

The masked man's first leg sweep failed, and he was narrowly avoided by silly Biao, but what followed was the masked man's second leg sweep!

Come on!

A piercing sound of broken bones sounded immediately!

I saw that the masked man's second move swept his legs and directly blasted on the knee joint of silly Biao's right leg, which is one of the most vulnerable joints of the human body. In addition, the masked man's leg force was heavy, and he directly kicked silly Biao's right leg!

"Ah!" silly Biao uttered a terrible cry. His body was soft and collapsed directly on the ground. His right leg was placed horizontally on the ground at an extremely strange angle.

"That's it?" the masked man sneered with disdain. Then, he didn't even bother to look at silly Biao again. He waved his hand to the masked people who were beating silly Biao's men and shouted, "flash!"

After receiving the order, the masked people did not love war at all. They retreated behind the masked leader as quickly as possible, and then hid into the darkness on both sides of the road with the masked leader.

"Ah! Who the hell are you?" silly Biao uttered a shrill roar, as if he wanted to vent all the humiliation he had received before.

Of course, there was no sound to respond to silly Biao, only the sound of motorcycle engines ringing through the sky, gradually disappearing

At the same time when silly Biao was attacked, he just left his little lover's apartment to go to the funeral wave in the black fist arena. He also encountered an ambush at the door of his little lover's community.

Different from silly Biao, the man who ambushed mourning Bo didn't intend to fight with him at all. He came up to work directly. More than 20 big men beat mourning Bo and other four people. In less than a minute, mourning Bo and his men were interrupted one after another!

yes!

Worse than silly Biao!

Silly Biao just broke a leg!

Silly Biao and mourning Bo were attacked one after another and were seriously injured. The news soon reached Li Xiong's ears. At this time, Li Xiong was drinking tea with his cheap old brother-in-law, Third Master Chai, in the reception room of the black fist arena!

"This is the top-level Dahongpao I have treasured for many years. Third master, try it." Li Xiong filled tea for an old man in front of him. He looked like a dog leg.

"Not bad." the old man was wearing a black Tang costume, with white hair and beard. There was no expression fluctuation on his wrinkled face. His iconic long and narrow eyes flashed occasionally.

This man is the Third Master of Chai. Wu Cheng has the most status and influence, and is also the richest man who hides the most!

"The boxing match is about to begin..." Li Xiong stooped to third master Chai and was about to continue, but he didn't want to be interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who?" Li Xiong roared in the direction of the door.

"Brother Xiong, it's me, white gourd." a nervous and anxious voice from outside the door, "something's wrong!"