Chapter 62 West Street Storm

"Don't chase!" Pan Hongsheng shouted in the fog, "Bo Wen!"

He knew that no one would take the initiative to pursue at this time, except for the lifeless Zhang Bowen.

But he shouted late. Zhang Bowen had already closely followed the man in black and chased him desperately. He didn't hear his shout at all. At this time, he could not hear any sound, and he only had a goal in his eyes!

Pan Hongsheng couldn't rest assured, so he had to chase after him. He saw the man in black shuttled on the roof of the wall, as if walking on the flat ground. Even Pan Hongsheng's light action was not as good as himself.

Zhang Bowen chased it with great effort. Seeing that there was an iron trash can on the roadside, he pulled it out and tried his best! The trash can was at least a hundred and ten catties. It smashed the door of a family to pieces, but the other party rushed forward and accurately dodged the attack, and then his knees slightly curved, and an amazing jump in place, directly rushed to a two-storey small building!

Zhang Bowen looked at it and sighed. He could only work down there. He was so angry that he punched a wall beside him fiercely. The whole wall was hit by him and fell down like a domino!

Pan Hongsheng also chased after him. He saw the man in black jumping on the roof and looking at himself for a moment, and then turned over and disappeared.

"What is that?" Gao Feng and others then chased after him breathlessly, with a puzzled face.

"Look at your skills, you are definitely a first-class killer!" The flower demon said worriedly, "I dare to conclude that this person will not fall out of the top ten among the national killers! If you are targeted by him, there will be a lot of trouble!"

"Who do you care who he is!" At this time, Zhang Bowen's mood was a little out of control, and his hair stood up. He pointed to the curse of heaven and earth: "Next time I must kill him!" How dare you be so angry in front of me!"

The other party's leisurely posture deeply angered him, and this is what he can't stand.

"Blog! You need to control yourself!" Pan Hongsheng took a look at Zhang Bowen and muttered in his heart: Didn't the old monk get rid of the blood demon in his body? Why is there still a frenzy from time to time?

When everyone encountered an accidental attack, they were careful when they went back, but Pan Hongsheng still looked like he should eat and sleep, and didn't seem to care about the threat in this shadow.

In fact, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner under his command. The flower demon has checked all food and water sources every day. Fortunately, these days they have always been restaurants and have no fixed rules.

That's why killers don't have the opportunity to poison their food. You should know that killing people with poison is the first choice of many killers, because it is extremely hidden, and the time of poison can be controlled according to the dose, which can hide themselves well.

After Dacheng's boxing man made a fool of his appearance, he seemed to admit defeat and there was no follow-up action. The rest of the martial arts halls did not come to make trouble again.

This atmosphere made Pan Hongsheng feel something wrong. He would rather these guys come to the door earlier. They have been so gloomy that they may have an attack at some point.

Although Dacheng boxing is far from the four major boxers of Wing Chun, Hong, Tai Chi and Bagua, it is relatively top-notch in these pheasant martial arts halls. Their owner has seriously practiced Dacheng boxing and has a certain level of cultivation. As long as there is a new boxing shop, the master of the four major boxing does not show up. Take out the general in this pile and go out to deal with these things that don't see much light.

This time, the people who punched Dacheng ate it, and Shi Mao, the owner of the museum, was very aggrieved.

Every time this kind of appearance is always made to make a face, but he doesn't dare to disove. The four major punches are all hard stubbles. If you want to work hard, you need to have a background and background. According to your seniority, you can't afford to be guilty.

This time, two of his proud disciples were beaten. He was so angry that he didn't eat or sleep for three days and didn't go to the hair washing room. This kind of thing is simply a great humiliation for the people who opened the martial arts school, plus the disaster of destruction. As soon as you opened the martial arts school, you were beaten, and in full view of the people here, the news spread quickly within a few days. The hearts of the students in the museum fluctuated, and many people proposed refunds.

But what made him particularly angry was that the people of the four martial arts halls actually pretended to be deaf and dumb in this situation. If nothing happened, they collected money to charge themselves into the front. When something happened, it was none of their own business. Shi Mao drank wine and scolded in the martial arts hall for three days.

After scolding, he had to go back to his lost face. The shameless practice of the four martial arts halls made him furious but there was nothing he could do.

He knows how many skills his two apprentices have. He already has 70% or 80% of his skills. Sometimes he has to raise the spirit of twelve points when practicing. With just one female doll, she has destroyed her two tall feet. I'm afraid it's more and less auspicious to go with this kind of strength.

He has not been idle these days. He contacted the owners of other martial arts museums on West Street, but no one was willing to help him.

If it is a soft persimmon, of course everyone will compete with each other, but the bloody fact has shown that the other party is a hard stubble. How can these businessmen who aim to make money take risks? Just for your kind words and smiling face, put on the signboard and reputation of your own martial arts school? It's not costable.

Shi Mao had to prepare to gather all the elites of his martial arts school, plus a few gangsters and ruffians from the society, with a total of more than 30 people, which looks a little powerful.

"Master, everyone is here. Can we go?"

Zhang Lu, the big apprentice covered with bandages, looked excited. He felt that if he went to so many people, the other party would definitely be soft. At that time, he could take the opportunity to double the insults he received!

Yu Hang, another apprentice who went to provoke a few days ago, is still lying in the hospital. It is said that he needs to be hospitalized for a month for a ligament strain. The medical expenses in the capital are extremely scary. This month's hospitalization expenses and medical expenses make Shi Mao almost pull out his beard.

"Let's go!" After answering a phone call, Shi Mao finally made up his mind that the call was from the owner of the taekwondo hall.

The owner of the taekwondo martial arts school, who was smashed by Zhang Bowen before, has said hello to his brother-in-law and let them pretend not to hear anything.

The fat man of nearly three and a half catties is still lying in the hospital, next to Shi Mao's apprentice's hospital bed. Both of them hate Gao Jiawuguan and Pan Hongsheng, so they reach an agreement without too much communication.

These ruffians gathered from society are most armed. Some hold iron bars and some stuff them into the newspaper with small machetes. They seem to be not illegal at all and are sandwiched in their armpits. A large group of people staggered towards the Gaojia Martial Arts Museum.

Those who do small business on the West Street were so scared that they quickly got out of the way when they saw this posture. More than 30 people in this line came to the gate of the Gaojia Martial Arts Museum.

"Gao, come out!" Although Shi Mao has so many people to help, he is still a little timid. He is worried about being blocked in it. He must win this time, otherwise Dacheng Boxing will no longer have a place to stand on the West Street in the future!