Unfortunately, Yang Yue was already standing in front of him.

At this time, Yang Yue saw clearly that he was a bearded guest.

The beard on his face was scattered, and he felt like he was a wild man in the deep mountains.

"Get out of the way!" the bearded guest shouted angrily.

"Who are you?" Yang Yue asked.

"Don't worry about who I am! Don't try to keep me!"

"What are you doing?"

"Hmph! Pay attention to me! You terrible eighth-way leader, don't try to stop me!"

“…”

"Go aside! Otherwise you will be killed!"

The beard screamed fiercely and punched Yang Yue with a punch.

Yang Yue did not avoid it and directly punched him.

Do you need to compete for strength?

OK!

It depends on who can hold on!

Tu Eighth Route Army, Tu Eighth Route Army, today I will let you see the power of Tu Eighth Route Army!

We don’t have anything else, we just have strength!

"Bang!"

The two fists collided.

Yang Yue suddenly felt his bones break open.

it hurts.

it hurts.

The opponent's strength is amazing, and his fists are hard enough, as if he has practiced iron sand palms!

No wonder he is so arrogant.

No wonder one bite of the eighth route!

Hurry into the 026 logistics warehouse. Then exit.

good.

It's okay.

Look at the bearded guest.

Haha, my face turned red.

It seems that the other party is not feeling well! My Yang Yue’s strength is not enough!

"Come again?" Yang Yue raised his fist.

The bearded guest was anxious and angry, and raised his fist and smashed it at him.

Yang Yue also punched him with a hard punch.

Continue to fight head-on.

There is no false force to fight.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided again.

it hurts.

it hurts.

It feels like the bones are about to crack.

Hurry into the 026 logistics warehouse. Then exit.

good.

It's okay.

Look at the bearded guest.

What a guy, he grinned, probably because he felt better.

Speaking of strength, Yang Yue is not bad. He is now four times the strength of an adult! No matter how strong the Kuaishou is, he is not as great as his.

If you have two consecutive fists, you will be a god.

The only weakness is that Yang Yue’s fist is not strong enough. After all, he is not a master and has never practiced martial arts.

If he had also practiced golden bell covers, iron cloth shirts, iron sand palms, iron wire fists, etc., he was afraid that with one punch, the bearded guest would have to kneel down! Where would he have a chance to struggle?

"Come again?"

Yang Yue stretched out his fist again.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

The bearded guest gritted his teeth.

He can no longer hold on.

His fist was seriously injured.

"Not coming?"

"That's sorry!"

Yang Yue took out the steel handcuffs and forcibly handcuffed the other party.

The Queike struggled desperately, but he was never Yang Yue's opponent. In the end, he was handcuffed.

Then……

There is nothing else.

With his hands handcuffed, what else can he do?

run?

He was easily tripped by Yang Yue!

I had to admit defeat and stood aside in disappointment. I held it in dissatisfaction.

Yang Yue turned around.

I found that many people stared at them, all of whom were frightened.

Obviously, they all saw the scene of the battle between me and Qiuhuike just now. Then they were shocked by themselves.

Haha, kill the chicken to scare the monkey!
Chapter completed!