Chapter 276: That’s it?

Chapter 276: That’s it?

"You definitely can't walk out. If you kneel down, I can let you get through here."

A young man holding a wooden stick spread his legs and pointed at his crotch.

"Good job on ghostwriting."

"The ghostwriter is a tough guy, and he didn't embarrass us."

"We are the masters of the city, and we don't want to argue with you. If you want to crawl under us, we'll let it go."

Everyone suddenly burst into laughter, spitting everywhere.

They all spread their legs and made the same posture as Guan Zhuodao.

"Ridiculous."

Chen Jianye grinned grimly and walked towards the young man standing in the front with his legs apart.

"Wow, you still dare to fight me?"

Guan Zhuodao raised his eyebrows and clenched the wooden stick in his hand.

His ancestors were from the Guwalja clan, one of the Eight Banners, and produced many great generals.

Now that a group of "old guards" had surrounded Chen Jianye, Guan Zuodao could not retreat even for the sake of face.

Otherwise, the Guwalja clan would become a laughing stock.

"Jianye, don't be impulsive."

"Jianye, come back."

Qiu Jibin and Yang Haoming shouted.

There were more than ten people on the other side, and they brought weapons.

Obviously he came prepared.

There are only three of them. No matter how good they are at fighting, it is impossible for them to force their way out of here.

Qiu Jibin originally wanted to kidnap Fujia Wan and use him as a hostage. As long as the three of them could walk out of the slum, they would be safe.

But it seems that Chen Jianye's plan is to fight this group of people head-on.

"You stay here and wait for me for a moment."

Chen Jianye kept walking.

"Boy, what the hell!"

Guan Zuodao uttered a curse in Chinese and attacked Chen Jianye fiercely with the long stick in his hand.

The long stick cut through the air, making a whistling sound.

The group of "old guards" standing next to Guan Zuodao looked excited.

As expected of a descendant of the Guwalja clan, he takes action as soon as he says he will, without any ambiguity.

Grandfather-like style!

The others were also ready to fight, waiting for Guan to take the lead and give Chen Jianye a head-on blow, and then they would immediately follow up and beat Chen Jianye up.

They have found out all the details about Chen Jianye.

An ordinary person whose parents had died, brought with him two second-rate bastards, actually dared to cause trouble for the descendants of the powerful.

Although they have lost the aura of power and nobility, they are not people that anyone can step on at will.

boom!

The wooden stick fell on Chen Jianye's palm with a dull sound.

Guan Zhuodao was stunned.

According to his expectation, the stick should have hit Chen Jianye's face, but how come Chen Jianye caught it with his hand?

This kid is so lucky.

Thinking in his mind, Guan Zhuodao prepared to draw out his stick and hit Chen Jianye again.

However, Chen Jianye would not give Guan another chance to write for him.

He closed the five fingers of the hand holding the stick, grasped the stick, and twisted it with his backhand.

Guan Zhuodao suddenly felt a huge force surging in his palm, and the wooden stick in his hand fell out of his hand.

Chen Jianye held the wooden stick and swung it casually.

Whoohoo!

The wooden stick made a sound of breaking wind and then hit Guan Zhuodao's face with a "pa" sound.

The blow was so powerful that it knocked Guan Zhuodao to the ground with his head and body.

"Ouch."

Guan Zhuodao let out a wail, lay on the ground, covering his face with his hands and screaming.

"Fuck him!"

"Kill him!"

"Go together!"

The sudden change made the "old boys" furious. They roared, clenched their weapons, and rushed towards Chen Jianye.

"Jianye, hide behind!"

"Don't be stunned."

Qiu Jibin and Yang Haoming moved two chairs and rushed to Chen Jianye's side, one on the left and one on the right.

Since Chen Jianye had taken action, the two of them couldn't just stand by and watch.

If you don't help at the critical moment, you will have no friends in the future.

"You two should protect yourselves."

Chen Jian glanced at the two of them in his spare time and felt warm in his heart.

At the critical moment, both childhood friends came to help him. True feelings are true feelings, and they are different.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, and the long stick in his hand pointed at the chest of the person in front of him like a spear.

There was a beep.

The young master fell backwards after being stabbed by the long stick.

Chen Jianye swung the long stick in his hand, pushed away the iron pipe, and hit the man on the shoulder with the stick.

It is a hot day now, and everyone is wearing cool clothes.

Basically they are half-sleeved or suspender shirts.

The stick landed hard on the man's shoulder. With a bang, the man fell to the ground, wailing.

Qiu Jibin and Yang Haoming held chairs and used the four legs of the chairs to block the attacks from both sides, helping Chen Jianye to block the attacks from both sides.

The long stick in Chen Jianye's hand was like a spirit snake.

Whether it is shooting, tapping, or sweeping.

There is always one "loser" who falls down screaming.

Soon, only three of the dozen or so "old boys" were left standing.

The others lay on the ground, wailing.

The three people standing on the ground stared at Chen Jianye and retreated in fear.

Seeing the miserable plight of others, they became afraid.

Chen Jianye glanced at the 'young master' lying on the ground, his face full of speechlessness.

He didn't use any heavy hands.

If someone was beaten to disability or death in broad daylight, he would not be able to bear it.

These people only suffered flesh wounds, which, to put it simply, were just physical pain.

Unexpectedly, after being hit by him, these people simply lay down and did not stand up.

The blood, vigor and bravery of our ancestors have all been thrown into oblivion.

Qiu Jibin and Yang Haoming held the chairs in their hands, looking shocked.

Oh my god, more than ten people rushed over here just now. They thought they were going to be defeated this time.

I didn't expect that just by holding up the chairs to block them, within a minute, these people were basically all lying on the ground.

what's the situation.

When did Jianye learn kung fu? I've never heard Jianye mention it before.

Thinking that they would advance and retreat together with Chen Jianye this time, they both felt very happy.

Having a martial arts master and someone with strong power as a friend can help you settle many problems.

It doesn’t matter whether it is used or not, as long as there is someone.

Just like the relationship between Chen Jianye and Mei Yubo.

For trivial matters, Chen Jianye would not bother Uncle Mei, but when he really encountered a problem and needed help from Uncle Mei, Chen Jianye would definitely ask for his help.

When something happens, there are two completely different ways of dealing with it if you have someone with you or if you have no one.

"Ma Jia, Qi Jia, are you three going to fight?"

Guan Zhuodao, who was lying on the ground, shouted.

You're already lying down, and there are still people standing, and it seems like they don't want to fight anymore?

How can this work!

The other young men lying on the ground also urged, asking the last three to take down Chen Jianye.

If they could knock him down, they would stand up and kick Chen Jianye a few more times.

If you can't do it, it would be nice to come earlier and lie down with them.

"Ah!"

The remaining three people shouted to give themselves courage and rushed towards Chen Jianye.

After a few muffled bangs.

There were three more people lying on the ground.

Clap!

Chen Jianye casually threw away the stick in his hand and turned to look at Fujiawan who was standing at the door: "Is there anyone else?"

Qiu Jibin and Yang Haoming also put down the chairs they were holding.

The two men held their heads high, with a hint of contempt in their eyes.

The so-called old and young are just like this.

More than a dozen people were knocked down by the three of them.

People who have no ability will not be respected anywhere.

"Master Chen, there's no one left."

Fujiawan gurgled and spoke with his back bent.

"Is this gone?"

"You, the descendants of the old and young, are not that great."

Chen Jianye clapped his hands with a calm expression.