Chapter 808 Xiaotong’s Quick Words to Defeat the Enemy

Finding that the front was blocked again and the distance was already very close, Xiaotong braked hard and stopped the car in the middle of the road.

A Harley Davidson, two cars, and nine men. Of course, the fat man with a checkered pattern a few minutes ago was also there, and the others looked similar to him, all of them strong men in their forties.

The appearance of such a person is just the most ordinary man in German society, the kind that cannot be found in a crowd, but when a group of nine people gather together, they immediately have a sense of déjà vu in Hei society. Usually, they are.

Xiaotong was deciding whether to retreat quickly or hit the accelerator to scare the opponent away and then open a path, but Grandpa Mo in the back seat couldn't hold it in anymore. This was just a slap in the face. He immediately opened the door and walked out.

"Don't do it..." Xiaotong warned. But it was too late, Grandpa Mo's long legs had already stepped out.

When his grandfather got out of the car, Zhuo Yang naturally no longer stood idly by. He quickly got off the other side and walked around the back of the car to stand side by side with his brother.

Zhuoyang got out of the car, and Xiaotong had no reason to sit comfortably in the car, so he had no choice but to step out of the car with him.

"What do you want to do?" Grandpa Mo raised his chin.

Xiaotong stood not far from Zhuoyang's side and quickly took in all the information in her eyes.

There were no weapons in the hands of the nine people, and there were no traces of guns under their thin coats. This made Xiaotong quietly heave a sigh of relief. The motorcycle lay in the middle of the road, and two cars were parked haphazardly behind it. There was no one inside, and there was no sign of an ambush behind the car.

Not far behind is the fork in the road. At this time, there are no vehicles coming and going, and there are no other abnormalities. The view is flat and flat.

If it was an action against Zhuo Yang, it seemed unjustifiable in such a sloppy manner. Could it be that we really encountered local gangsters who were blocking the road to blackmail and bully outsiders?

"It has nothing to do with you two." The fat man on the motorcycle said, "I just want to ask this kid..." He pointed at Xiaotong: "What are you looking at?"

Xiaotong: "..."

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This routine was so bizarre that Zhuo Yang and Grandpa Mo were a little confused. The two looked at each other, and Grandpa Mo asked again: "What the hell do you want to do? Create a path."

"It really has nothing to do with you two." The fat man on the motorcycle said, "I'm just here to cause trouble for this kid. You'd better not get involved. Hey, kid, what are you looking at?"

Xiaotong ignored him, and Zhuo Yang got angry: "Look at you!" He took a step forward and was about to take action.

Grandpa Mo was more prudent after all, and he reached out in time to stop Zhuo Yang.

Ten years ago, brothers could walk sideways on the streets of Hanover because at that time they were little kids, local gangsters, and more importantly, everyone was just a star. Because it is "small", it is pampered by the city of Hannover.

But now he is a big star and an international superstar. Although he is still a local snake, he must beware of those who deliberately seek out celebrities.

"Who are you? Do you know me?" Grandpa Mo asked the fat man on the motorcycle.

"Grandpa, King, how come I don't know you! It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I don't want to cause trouble to you..."

"Then get out of here!" Zhuo Yang scolded.

"Haha, King,

Put out the fire. I just want to ask this brother: What are you looking at? "

To be honest, even though Xiaotong had experienced many battles, he was still confused by the weird and stupid scene in front of him, and he couldn't figure out the path of these nine iron fools at all. Therefore, Xiaotong didn't want to take action, nor could she drag Zhuoyang and run away. She could only observe while on guard.

"Listen." Grandpa Mo said to the fat man on the motorcycle: "Now return the 50 euros and get out immediately. I can pretend that what happened today never happened. Otherwise, you will regret your arrogance today."

"Hehehe..." The fat man on the motorcycle laughed, and eight other people gathered around and stood in a row with him, the darkness covering the sky and the sun. "Grandpa, don't scare me, I'm very timid. But I also want to ask: Boy, what the hell are you looking at?"

"Fuck you!" Zhuo Yang couldn't bear it any longer. He raised his leg and kicked the fat man on the motorcycle straight in the chest, sending the 200-pound man flying straight away.

The brother had already taken action, so Grandpa Mo stopped dawdling. He even lifted up his 1.5-meter long legs and kicked the gangster on the opposite side.

It's a pity that as a top professional player, Grandpa Mo has unambiguous leg strength, but his leg skills are not as specially trained as Zhuo Yang's. The kick was successful, but it was not accurate enough and rubbed the opponent's shoulder. Not only did the man fall, but his own shoes were also thrown away.

Grandpa is wearing leather shoes today, Zhuo Yang is wearing lace-up sneakers.

But it didn't matter, Zhuo Yang just kicked one of them away, and grandpa just lost one of his shoes, and nothing happened to them at all.

Xiaotong took action.

Like a ray of light, he passed over the eight gangsters who were still standing, and then they fell down one by one. In the world of martial arts, nothing is indestructible, only speed. Xiaotong is a fast character.

Small swing kicks, small grapples, headlocks, and armpit strikes are all joints or body balance points that force the opponent to fall. One hit will make him fall, and one hit will make him fall.

Then, call it a day.

Zhuo Yang's movements were very fast, but when he pounced on him for the second time, there was nothing in front of him. This was the first time that he saw Xiaotong show his true skills, and the friendly competition with him was not counted at all.

Zhuo Yang stared at Xiaotong in stunned silence and clapped his hands leisurely. He said in his heart: Damn it, I’ve probably never been this good in my whole life.

Grandpa Mo, who was barefooted, simply saw God.

In fact, Xiaotong did not kill him at all, otherwise these eight people would have died or been disabled, and it would have been so fast. This is obviously a group of idiots and scoundrels who don't know the bounds of heaven and earth. There is no need to spare their lives.

It's not worth it to strike too hard and it will bring unnecessary trouble to Zhuo Yang. Just teach them a lesson, make them feel some pain, and temporarily lose their ability to use force.

Northern Germany has abundant water systems and relatively high humidity in the air, so there is very little dust on the ground and roads, and there is no shoe polishing industry on the streets. But when the nine iron sticks hit the dilapidated but clean road, dust still began to fly.

After one round of fighting, the nine fools were defeated. After the dust settled, they did not dare to do anything again. They supported each other, groaned and limped back to the car and motorcycle, started the engine and ran away quickly. I didn't even dare to say any nonsense.

Not far away was a fork in the road. A group of people turned in the direction of Wennichsen and soon disappeared.

Zhuo Yang and Grandpa Mo withdrew their admiring gazes from Xiaotong, while Xiaotong was very calm. For him, this was not even the slightest battle.

"Let's go, let's get out of here first. Mr. Xiao Mo, where are your shoes."

Zhuoyang and Xiaotong got into the Mercedes-Benz. Grandpa Mo jumped to the side of the road with one foot, turned the leather shoes with the soles up with his toes, and then stepped in with his feet.

As soon as he put on his leather shoes and took a step, he heard Grandpa Mo's "Ouch" sound, and his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground. There was a sharp stone in the shell of his shoe, which was hitting the soft flesh of the sole of his foot.

Zhuoyang laughed, and Xiaotong couldn't help laughing. Grandpa Mo muttered with a smile, raised his legs, took off his leather shoes with his hands, and poured out the stones inside.

Grandpa Mo's right hand rested on the rusty lamppost on the side of the road.

Suddenly, Zhuo Yang saw a weird smile on the face of Grandpa Mo, who was independent and had a big mouth. He looked like an idiot seeing happiness. At the same time, he made a chicken sound of "cluck, cluck, cluck" and his head moved up and down rhythmically, as if he was about to lay an egg.

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