The system is the king of the counterattack master

When the young gangster heard the strong man named his name, the corner of his mouth twitched, revealing a wicked smile.

Holding the iron rod, he walked towards Han Xiaodong calmly.

He likes to beat people, especially likes to beat people with an iron rod. Usually, when encountering such a situation, the beaten must resist desperately, so he must be beaten first.

Although it took a little effort, he still felt very happy to hit a defenseless person with an iron rod.

Whenever his iron rod fell on someone else, he would feel a little joy in his heart, especially the moment the rod hit the flesh and blood, there would be a little resistance but not too violent rebound in his hand, plus The muffled sound when the metal and flesh collided on his chest always gave him an extremely strong pleasure.

Therefore, he usually only uses iron rods and never uses sharp weapons.

Today, this kid is very sensible, and he has a sense of letting others slaughter him. If he falls into the hands of others, then I am afraid that his trip today will be considered a waste of time, and he just followed to watch the fun.

This time it's alright, this kid is completely in his hands, he can be at his mercy, he doesn't want to just break a leg and get things done hastily, he must let him suffer enough.

Holding a stick, the young gangster slowly walked to a place one step away from Han Xiaodong, and looked up and down the high school student in front of him. He was dressed plainly, his feet were covered with mud from running on the ridge just now, and now his hands were hanging down. , with a smile on his face, waiting for his hair to fall.

But why doesn't the kid in front of him feel a little nervous?I saw him looking at me with a smile, like a waiter in a high-end restaurant on TV. How could there be an atmosphere of being beaten?

He was very dissatisfied with Han Xiaodong's attitude of waiting to be beaten.

You must teach him a good lesson. Only wailing and begging for mercy can make him feel his own sense of existence. The wailing of being beaten is the greatest value in his life.

The young gangster smiled contemptuously, and his thoughts flew, aiming at Han Xiaodong's shoulder, he swung the iron rod and smashed it down.

This is the place where the most strength can be exerted. If it is light, it will be unable to move at the time, and if it is heavy, it will simply break a bone and a tendon.

Therefore, people who are generally hit will definitely fall to the ground and howl in pain.He just wanted to hear this kind of voice, and he didn't want to just make a fuss and take advantage of this cheap-looking kid.

But when the iron rod was swung down, there was no howl of pain that he was expecting, and he felt that he shot quickly enough without any warning.

However, the stick was still in vain.

It didn't matter if the stick failed, because he didn't meet the expected resistance, the young gangster was caught by the inertia of swinging the iron stick, his body lost a little balance, and he rushed forward a step.

This step was the biggest mistake he made in his life. Because of this uncontrolled small step, his stomach collided with a hard thing.

What the human body is most afraid of is this kind of unprepared impact.

Without any defense, the young gangster only felt a convulsion in his stomach, and then severe pain spread to his whole body.Only then did he realize that what hit his stomach was none other than Han Xiaodong's knee.

Han Xiaodong's dodging and running was so fast that the young gangster didn't even see how he got in front of him.

Before he had time to think, his throat tightened, and he spat it out with a wow.

When he realized it again, he was already kneeling on the ground, the iron rod in his hand was taken away, and there was no thought in his mind, only his throat and stomach were linked together, tense like spasms.

The strong man looked dumbfounded, the position of the young gangster just now blocked his sight, for some reason, the soles of his subordinates suddenly softened, and the whole person fell to the ground and vomited crazily, and there was a big feeling that he couldn't The posture of not giving up after vomiting out gallbladder.

If it wasn't for Han Xiaodong standing far in front of the young gangster with an iron rod in his hand, the strong man would have thought that his men drank too much last night, so they came here today to embarrass themselves.

"Fuck him!" Realizing that something was wrong, the strong man immediately waved the machete in his hand, commanding the remaining four people to charge up together.

Unlike just now, now that Han Xiaodong finally has a guy in his hand, it is even more difficult for this group of people to get close.

Han Xiaodong fought and retreated. Although he swung the iron rod unhappily, it hit the gangsters' joints every time.

"177"

"186"

"203"

"Be careful on the right side."

Little K's voice kept ringing in Han Xiaodong's mind, but unlike the time when he beat Zhu Qiang, now Little K only showed the hit points of the damage, occasionally there was a small reminder, and no longer gave advice on the hit position and hit method up.

Han Xiaodong's iron rod kept attacking amidst the sound of "Oops" and curses.

Elbows, wrists, ankles, ribs, lower abdomen, and even fingers and toes are all targets of its attack.

The strong man looked dumbfounded standing there, he had never experienced such a strange scene, a high school student, holding an iron rod in his hand, beat his subordinates to the ground one by one.

Some people rubbed their necks, some rubbed their knees, some rubbed their toes for a while, and rubbed their wrists for a while.

In short, in less than half a minute, five of the six attackers had lost their combat effectiveness.

Standing in the empty field, only Han Xiaodong and the strong man remained.

"Uh, don't you want to try?" Han Xiaodong pointed at the strong man with the tip of the iron rod.

The man shook his head, joking, it's free to go by himself in this situation, why bother to find that uncomfortable.

"Why did Xie Ming let you come now? I was so anxious to wait, you know?" Han Xiaodong's words were [-]% objective facts. He had been waiting for these people since the day Xie Ming called.

As soon as the strong man spoke just now, he immediately recognized that this was the person on the other end of the phone that day.

The strong man didn't speak, but just shook his head foolishly, apparently denying that he had anything to do with Xie Ming.

Han Xiaodong is so angry, just now he was saying that he should understand what's going on, and now he doesn't admit it.

This is the lice on a bald man's head—it's obvious, but he still wants to deny it. He really doesn't know whether these people understand the rules or have a problem with their brains.

Han Xiaodong didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, he walked up quickly, swung the iron rod, and hit him in the ribs.

The strong man wanted to hide at first, but his speed was not as fast as Han Xiaodong's, so he was beaten limp in an instant.

Han Xiaodong reached out and pulled out his belt, straightened his curled body, cut his hands behind his back, tied a knot with the belt, and dragged him towards the direction where the three cars stopped.

The man was dragged on the ground and screamed, while his accomplice continued to lie on the ground moaning. Two of them had already recovered. Seeing that Han Xiaodong's hands were so black, they quickly lay down on the ground again and continued rubbing their feet in a fake way. Another leg rub.Howled louder than that man.

Han Xiaodong dragged the man to the back of his car, opened the rear door, picked him up and stuffed him under the back seat.

Then he closed the door without saying a word, clapped his hands back to the cab, reinserted the key and started the car.