Before Li Zaian finished speaking, the two men had already come over and tried to drag the woman away from behind him. The woman seemed to be crazy, holding the handle of the car door and not letting go of anything.
Oh, these traffickers don't take themselves seriously at all
Li Zaian suddenly became angry, raised his leg and kicked it hard between the opponent's legs, kicked him out, and threw him into the rain and wailed loudly.
Then, without waiting for another person to react, Li Zaian took a step forward, grabbed his hair and pulled it hard, and simply pulled him back with a head-picking action.
The moment the neck was exposed, Li Zaian pulled out the sharp saber from his waist and directly cut half of the other party's neck!
The blood from the carotid artery splattered quickly, from beginning to end, the poor trafficker failed to make a little noise
No one expected that he would dare to kill people suddenly. The group of traffickers were stunned for a moment, then they all showed fierce looks, roared loudly, and surrounded him.
A dangerous smile appeared on the corner of Li Zaian'an's mouth, inserted the saber back to his waist, threw the twitching body on the street, and then kicked the man on the face of the person who fell to the ground, blood and teeth splattered everywhere!
Li Zaian did a very quick counterattack and clamped his arm, and broke the arm holding the wooden stick from the elbow joint!
The bones broke through the skin of the elbow and poked out from the white and black and red blood!
The entire arm was twisted in a right angle in the opposite direction!
The guy holding a wooden stick in his hand suddenly let out a scream like a pig slaughtering!
Li Zaian did not let go, but instead pushed the bone stubble at the other party's elbow joint and his arms to the other party's throat. The blood-dripping bone stubble pressed a depression on his neck.
At this moment, two men behind him wielded their daggers and stabbed them. Li Zaian let go of the man's broken arm, leaned forward and intercepted a wrist holding the dagger, took the other party's head, and smashed his head against the car door!
Another person was blocked by his companion's body. He had just pounced in front of Li Zaian. Li Zaian kicked his whip leg very quickly under the armpit exposed by raising the knife.
The other party was like leaves blown away by the strong wind, and he flew horizontally!
His body hit the street, covered his armpits and rolled, spitting blood on the ground.
The leading man on the other side, holding a steel pipe as thick as a thumb, came over.
LeClose had defeated the two men in front of him, and without saying a word, he shook the stick around his waist and stopped him.
Li Zaian didn't continue to do anything. He hasn't had a fight for a long time. It feels quite comfortable to move his muscles occasionally.
Although this body's fighting ability is far inferior to that of Ma Kunlong, it is still very easy to deal with a group of street gangsters.
The level of these human traffickers is just bullying women if they are to die of death
What's more, this street is Morio's territory. The dilapidated small door on the street is an underground bar controlled by Morio's organization.
Sure enough, just as LeClose was fighting with the other party, seven or eight young people rushed out of the dilapidated underground bar, and dozens of young people who had no umbrellas and rain gear rushed towards this side in the rain.
The remaining traffickers obviously noticed something was wrong. They looked at each other in panic, and didn't care about the women who escaped. They rushed back to the container truck. The scene instantly became extremely chaotic.
Li Zai'an was not worried about these guys running away. If they could escape from Morio's territory, then he, the leader of the organization, would not do it, and would definitely become the laughter of the entire St. Paul's underground world.
Sure enough, the traffickers squeezed into the container truck like they fled, and in the end there were two people left. A group of young people had already rushed over from the entire street.
They quickly surrounded them and ran at the end. The two people who failed to get on the car were in trouble first. They were kicked from behind by a few young people and never got up from the ground again.
The truck driver obviously realized something was wrong, so he quickly started the car and wanted to escape. Unfortunately, this big container card was too bulky, and it took too long to start from starting to speed up.
Before he could move the car out of the pavement, a young man waving a stick had climbed up on the pedal outside the car door. With two bangs, the window on the door was smashed to pieces.
The truck driver splashed glass slag on his face and stepped on the brakes in panic. The car body shook violently, and the young man who smashed the window was thrown down and rolled on the road.
But soon another young man climbed up, waved a dagger in his hand and stabbed it through the broken car window. He poked the driver with a headless and shameless body. The blood splashed out quickly turned the front car window into scarlet red
In addition to the driver, there were two people in the cockpit. One of them saw the opportunity quickly and jumped out of the car from the other side, ran to a lane next to the road. Four or five shirtless young men followed closely and chased into the lane.
Another person who escaped from the car was a little slower. Before he could land on his feet, he was hit on his face and hit him in the face. He rotated half a circle in the air and fell to the ground hard on the face.
There were more and more young people surrounding the road, but in just three or four minutes. When the first police car arrived, the container truck was surrounded by hundreds of young people.
With the emergence of police cars, people began to run out to intercept police cars in shops on both sides of the street, and police were not allowed to get close to them.
There are only two patrol policemen in the police car. Faced with such a situation, they are powerless to do anything. They can only call for assistance while blowing the warning whistle desperately.
For those dealers, their disaster today is really unfair. If they know Li Zaian or his car, then even if they lend them ten more courage.
They would never dare to cause trouble for Paul here. On the contrary, they would hide as far as possible and prevent him from seeing themselves.
In a crime capital like Sao Paulo, and on Morio's territory, provoking a drug lord leader is simply a suicide act
When De Bruin arrived, Li Zaian had already returned to the car and was leaning on the sofa and smoking a cigarette
Sir, I'm very sorry, I'm late. Unlike other middle-level leaders in the organization, De Bruin is absolutely loyal to Li Zaian. For him, everything today is given by Li Zaian.
So when he stood next to the Dodge car and saw Li Zaian's expressionless cold face, the uneasiness in his heart was indescribable.
Just know, Li Zaian glanced at him and said in a cold tone, "Let me know which organization these guys are from, and also, handle them cleanly, so don't affect our business."
OK sir, I will deal with it. De Bruin wiped the rain from his face and nodded repeatedly
Go, waved his hand, Li Zaian said a little impatiently
After smoking a cigarette, Li Zaian glanced at the woman who always clutched the handle of the car door, and hesitated for a moment. He asked in standard Mandarin: Can you understand what I said?
Yes, yes! The woman's throat bulged, as if she had swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Then she said in a little bit of crappy Mandarin, sir, I am a Chinese, a Chinese in Malaysia, I can understand Chinese
Speaking a woman’s Mandarin is not actually completely accurate. To be precise, what she is speaking is not Mandarin at all, but Cantonese with a nearly coquettish tone
Li Zaian is not from Guangdong, so he can only barely understand something
Li Zaian knew that the so-called Chinese people were actually Chinese. The Chinese people came from Vietnam and later spread throughout Southeast Asia, while Malaysia was Malaysia, which was indeed a place with many Chinese people.
After hesitating for a moment, Li Zaian reached out and pushed the car door open and said: Come up
The woman hesitated for a moment, turned her head and looked at the container truck, and said a few seconds later: Please save me, sir, my sisters are all innocent.
Li Zaianke had no time to delay here. He frowned and looked at the watch in his hand, and turned his eyes to De Bruin standing outside the car.
I will arrange it, sir, De Bruin understands it
Li Zaian nodded, turned around and said to the woman: This gentleman will take care of you, I still have some urgent matters to deal with, I have lost my companion
The woman hesitated for a while, and finally slowly let go of her hand
Two police cars turned around at the intersection ahead, probably to support him. Li Zaian didn't want to delay any further. He took his eyes off the outside of the car and reached out to pat LeClose's shoulder.
The car started quickly, passed through the middle of two police cars that came in parallel, and drove straight to the street on March 25.
Oh, these traffickers don't take themselves seriously at all
Li Zaian suddenly became angry, raised his leg and kicked it hard between the opponent's legs, kicked him out, and threw him into the rain and wailed loudly.
Then, without waiting for another person to react, Li Zaian took a step forward, grabbed his hair and pulled it hard, and simply pulled him back with a head-picking action.
The moment the neck was exposed, Li Zaian pulled out the sharp saber from his waist and directly cut half of the other party's neck!
The blood from the carotid artery splattered quickly, from beginning to end, the poor trafficker failed to make a little noise
No one expected that he would dare to kill people suddenly. The group of traffickers were stunned for a moment, then they all showed fierce looks, roared loudly, and surrounded him.
A dangerous smile appeared on the corner of Li Zaian'an's mouth, inserted the saber back to his waist, threw the twitching body on the street, and then kicked the man on the face of the person who fell to the ground, blood and teeth splattered everywhere!
Li Zaian did a very quick counterattack and clamped his arm, and broke the arm holding the wooden stick from the elbow joint!
The bones broke through the skin of the elbow and poked out from the white and black and red blood!
The entire arm was twisted in a right angle in the opposite direction!
The guy holding a wooden stick in his hand suddenly let out a scream like a pig slaughtering!
Li Zaian did not let go, but instead pushed the bone stubble at the other party's elbow joint and his arms to the other party's throat. The blood-dripping bone stubble pressed a depression on his neck.
At this moment, two men behind him wielded their daggers and stabbed them. Li Zaian let go of the man's broken arm, leaned forward and intercepted a wrist holding the dagger, took the other party's head, and smashed his head against the car door!
Another person was blocked by his companion's body. He had just pounced in front of Li Zaian. Li Zaian kicked his whip leg very quickly under the armpit exposed by raising the knife.
The other party was like leaves blown away by the strong wind, and he flew horizontally!
His body hit the street, covered his armpits and rolled, spitting blood on the ground.
The leading man on the other side, holding a steel pipe as thick as a thumb, came over.
LeClose had defeated the two men in front of him, and without saying a word, he shook the stick around his waist and stopped him.
Li Zaian didn't continue to do anything. He hasn't had a fight for a long time. It feels quite comfortable to move his muscles occasionally.
Although this body's fighting ability is far inferior to that of Ma Kunlong, it is still very easy to deal with a group of street gangsters.
The level of these human traffickers is just bullying women if they are to die of death
What's more, this street is Morio's territory. The dilapidated small door on the street is an underground bar controlled by Morio's organization.
Sure enough, just as LeClose was fighting with the other party, seven or eight young people rushed out of the dilapidated underground bar, and dozens of young people who had no umbrellas and rain gear rushed towards this side in the rain.
The remaining traffickers obviously noticed something was wrong. They looked at each other in panic, and didn't care about the women who escaped. They rushed back to the container truck. The scene instantly became extremely chaotic.
Li Zai'an was not worried about these guys running away. If they could escape from Morio's territory, then he, the leader of the organization, would not do it, and would definitely become the laughter of the entire St. Paul's underground world.
Sure enough, the traffickers squeezed into the container truck like they fled, and in the end there were two people left. A group of young people had already rushed over from the entire street.
They quickly surrounded them and ran at the end. The two people who failed to get on the car were in trouble first. They were kicked from behind by a few young people and never got up from the ground again.
The truck driver obviously realized something was wrong, so he quickly started the car and wanted to escape. Unfortunately, this big container card was too bulky, and it took too long to start from starting to speed up.
Before he could move the car out of the pavement, a young man waving a stick had climbed up on the pedal outside the car door. With two bangs, the window on the door was smashed to pieces.
The truck driver splashed glass slag on his face and stepped on the brakes in panic. The car body shook violently, and the young man who smashed the window was thrown down and rolled on the road.
But soon another young man climbed up, waved a dagger in his hand and stabbed it through the broken car window. He poked the driver with a headless and shameless body. The blood splashed out quickly turned the front car window into scarlet red
In addition to the driver, there were two people in the cockpit. One of them saw the opportunity quickly and jumped out of the car from the other side, ran to a lane next to the road. Four or five shirtless young men followed closely and chased into the lane.
Another person who escaped from the car was a little slower. Before he could land on his feet, he was hit on his face and hit him in the face. He rotated half a circle in the air and fell to the ground hard on the face.
There were more and more young people surrounding the road, but in just three or four minutes. When the first police car arrived, the container truck was surrounded by hundreds of young people.
With the emergence of police cars, people began to run out to intercept police cars in shops on both sides of the street, and police were not allowed to get close to them.
There are only two patrol policemen in the police car. Faced with such a situation, they are powerless to do anything. They can only call for assistance while blowing the warning whistle desperately.
For those dealers, their disaster today is really unfair. If they know Li Zaian or his car, then even if they lend them ten more courage.
They would never dare to cause trouble for Paul here. On the contrary, they would hide as far as possible and prevent him from seeing themselves.
In a crime capital like Sao Paulo, and on Morio's territory, provoking a drug lord leader is simply a suicide act
When De Bruin arrived, Li Zaian had already returned to the car and was leaning on the sofa and smoking a cigarette
Sir, I'm very sorry, I'm late. Unlike other middle-level leaders in the organization, De Bruin is absolutely loyal to Li Zaian. For him, everything today is given by Li Zaian.
So when he stood next to the Dodge car and saw Li Zaian's expressionless cold face, the uneasiness in his heart was indescribable.
Just know, Li Zaian glanced at him and said in a cold tone, "Let me know which organization these guys are from, and also, handle them cleanly, so don't affect our business."
OK sir, I will deal with it. De Bruin wiped the rain from his face and nodded repeatedly
Go, waved his hand, Li Zaian said a little impatiently
After smoking a cigarette, Li Zaian glanced at the woman who always clutched the handle of the car door, and hesitated for a moment. He asked in standard Mandarin: Can you understand what I said?
Yes, yes! The woman's throat bulged, as if she had swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Then she said in a little bit of crappy Mandarin, sir, I am a Chinese, a Chinese in Malaysia, I can understand Chinese
Speaking a woman’s Mandarin is not actually completely accurate. To be precise, what she is speaking is not Mandarin at all, but Cantonese with a nearly coquettish tone
Li Zaian is not from Guangdong, so he can only barely understand something
Li Zaian knew that the so-called Chinese people were actually Chinese. The Chinese people came from Vietnam and later spread throughout Southeast Asia, while Malaysia was Malaysia, which was indeed a place with many Chinese people.
After hesitating for a moment, Li Zaian reached out and pushed the car door open and said: Come up
The woman hesitated for a moment, turned her head and looked at the container truck, and said a few seconds later: Please save me, sir, my sisters are all innocent.
Li Zaianke had no time to delay here. He frowned and looked at the watch in his hand, and turned his eyes to De Bruin standing outside the car.
I will arrange it, sir, De Bruin understands it
Li Zaian nodded, turned around and said to the woman: This gentleman will take care of you, I still have some urgent matters to deal with, I have lost my companion
The woman hesitated for a while, and finally slowly let go of her hand
Two police cars turned around at the intersection ahead, probably to support him. Li Zaian didn't want to delay any further. He took his eyes off the outside of the car and reached out to pat LeClose's shoulder.
The car started quickly, passed through the middle of two police cars that came in parallel, and drove straight to the street on March 25.
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