Watching his fist strike, I reached out and grabbed his fist accurately, while kicking him in the abdomen and scraping one. At the same time, one step sideways, to avoid the right foot kicked by another boy, the reverse is an elbow, elbow hit the boy's chest, the dull impact sounded, he covered his chest and fell on the ground.

"Grass, even the wound number, dry your ya!"

Tang Yong, who ran out seven or eight steps, did not continue running or stand still. Instead, he rushed up and pushed into the crowd from behind. Every time he made a move, he hit the weak ribs of several boys, but...