The mourner was already close to Subutong at this time, but Subutong didn't want to run anymore.

If you run again, you will waste your energy in vain, and it will make you look a little less heroic.

In full view of the public, this was the time for Subbudong to establish his authority.

The mourner thought that Su Butong couldn't run anymore, so while pressing on Su Butong step by step, he also swung the chain sickle.

He wanted to put psychological pressure on Su Butong.

Just like a lion fighting a rabbit, a cat catching a mouse, always with some teasing in mind. When the opponent is exhausted, he will use his cruel methods.

Cutting off one of his hands is too unusual and inconsistent with his title of mourner.

For example, breaking off his fingers one by one, or bleeding them first, would be in line with his violent aesthetics.

Thinking of this, his whole body trembled with excitement, as if he had reached some kind of spiritual climax, and his eyes were red as he wanted to realize the picture in his mind.

Subudong had nothing to rely on and could only fight the enemy with two punches.

For him, it's enough.

When the opponent is less than ten meters away from him, his back is slightly arched like a cat to accumulate strength, and then when the opponent enters within ten meters, he ejects like a sharp arrow!

Vibrate your clothes with a thousand swords and sweep thousands of miles.

This is a speed that makes people’s eyes dazzle!

The Undertaker reacted very quickly, but he was still not as quick as Su Butong. In the eyes of others, the Undertaker who responded was like half a beat behind Su Butong, already falling behind.

When the Undertaker slashed out with his scythe, he didn't care whether it would hurt Subudong's life. He instinctively sensed a hint of danger, so Subutong had to be injured this time.

But Subudong still had strong body control despite his extreme speed, avoiding the sickle, and then his fist came into close contact with the mourner's knee.

"Crack." There was a crisp sound, and the mourner's left knee was actually broken by a punch! The mourner was in pain, his legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground.

As a result, the height difference between the two people narrowed the distance. Su Butong stepped on his knees mercilessly, leaped up, and then used the Swallow Return to the Nest move! This move went down from mid-air.

As for hitting, Subutong never thought this move was useful. It was the first time he used it until today.

This is a top-down killing move. Subutong aims at the opponent's front door and hits the opponent's front door hard with his elbow.

The mourner shouted, his vision went dark, and he fainted.

In less than half an hour, Su Butong killed several people one after another, and even the strongest mourner was knocked unconscious.

At this time, everyone in the audience was shocked and incomprehensible. No one had ever seen such a tough person. The old man who had shown kindness to Su Butong before nodded slightly.

At this time, the onlookers did not dare to get close. They only heard the sound of a police whistle. The police who had disappeared for a long time gathered around and were dumbfounded when they saw that they were awake. I thought that the yellow people in prison were the most honest and easy to bully, but

What kind of person came to their prison? Even the Undertaker, who was the strongest in single combat in the prison, was killed!

They received a lot of "benefits" and then disappeared for a while. When they came back, they didn't expect that the results were completely different from what they expected.

According to prison regulations, Su Butong was pointed at gunpoint, immediately controlled, handcuffed and legcuffed. He will be immediately sent to prison, locked in a small dark room, and subjected to severe punishment!

When passing the crowd of prisoners, the prisoners consciously made way for him. There was reverence, fear and inexplicable emotions in their eyes.

The storyteller came forward to greet Su Butong and patted Su Butong on the shoulder with his left hand: "Hongmen Su Butong is well-deserved."

As soon as these words came out, those who had listened to his story were shocked. Is this the strange man who beat up the forty-eight disciples of the Hongmen?

The eyes of everyone looking at Su Butong changed again. Recalling his skills just now, they felt that he still had some strength left.

Su Butong wondered why the other party revealed his identity at this time and did not deny his identity, saying: "It's all just a false name."

"Yes, it's hard to live up to the reputation!" The storyteller's face suddenly changed, revealing a murderous look. He raised his hand, and a homemade dagger was still in his hand at some point, and he stabbed Subudong in the abdomen! Then

The left hand that slapped on Su Butong's shoulder turned into a shackle holding his body. In addition, two prison guards were pulling his arms on the left and right. Su Butong couldn't dodge, and raised his hips back, using a weird posture.

Twist your body, take a deep breath, concentrate your strength on your abdomen, and avoid your vital points at the same time.

Poof! The blade of the blade passed across Subudong's abdomen, and there was a sound of gold and iron intersecting.

When the prison guard around him saw this, he didn't react in time and wanted to twist the man.

But the old man moved faster, one step ahead of the prison guard, and pinched the man's neck with his right hand, which turned out to be an exquisite acupuncture technique.

The man immediately collapsed to the ground.

Everyone was still immersed in the incident and did not react for a while. Only then did they realize why the storyteller suddenly killed him after recognizing Su Butong?

Su Butong was even more shocked and angry. This person planned the plan just for the sure kill just now!

The previous storytellers were actually not for these prisoners, but for him as the client, so that he could relax his vigilance. His every move was just to deceive himself and make himself classify him as "harmless". Then

When he relaxed his vigilance, he fell into a sure-fire trap that he set step by step.

What a good plan!

Linked to each other, pressing step by step, all the painstaking preparations in the front are just for the final killing move!

All the people who had been knocked unconscious by Su Butong were taken back to prison at this moment. When Su Butong appeared in the prison, everyone kept looking at him.

"He's not hurt!" Everyone came to this conclusion immediately.

And the more shocking news is yet to come. According to those who came back from the cotton fields, Subutong dexterously dodged all the attacks, and beat the mourner so hard that he fell down without any chance of fighting back!

What kind of monster has come to this prison?

They said that Su Butong was most likely the Hongmen guest minister who was rumored to have provoked forty-eight people by one person!

This news is even more exciting than the previous news.

In the minds of these old Americans, the Chinese, or rather the Chinese, are all good at kung fu.

And if one person can defeat more than forty people, what kind of power does that have?

As Zhang Sheng, who was the first to know about Su Butong's strength, he had mixed feelings in his heart at this moment. "I knew he could fight, but he is too capable."

"Kara." An iron door opened to Su Butong. "Boy, you are lucky, but if you can escape this time, can you escape next time?" The prison guard also participated in the bet, and Su Butong will be lucky this time.

He lost miserably, losing almost all the benefits he gained.

The iron door slammed shut, and then the whole cell fell into darkness and silence.

"Carrala."

The iron door next door also opened immediately, "Old guy, don't imitate others and act righteously. Come in and try what it's like to be in a small dark room." It was the prison guard's voice again.

"Bang." Immediately, the iron door next door was also closed.

Su Butong closed his eyes and began to review it in his mind.

"With your IQ, it's a miracle that you are still alive."

Surprisingly, the cell was not soundproof, so the sounds from next door could be heard clearly.

"Are you talking to me?" Su Butong asked.

"Besides you, who else here has such an insufficient IQ?" the old man sneered.

"You said I'm not handsome, and I can tolerate my average kung fu, but what I hate the most is people saying I'm not smart enough!" Su Butong said dissatisfied.

"You really don't have any self-awareness." The old man snorted and said nothing again.

"Then tell me, where am I not enough?" Su Butong was bored in the dark and asked after a long while.
Chapter completed!