Chapter 69 Jiang Peng was defeated

"You want to lock me up? You're looking for death!" Zakun shouted and wanted to continue to kneel. Jiang Peng suddenly leaned down, wrapped his legs around Zakun's body, and pinned Zakun's knees.

Zha Kun could no longer hold his knees, but Jiang Peng also entangled with Zha Kun in a very ambiguous posture.

"It's not certain who will die!" Jiang Peng sneered.

The two of them were chest to chest. Jiang Peng stretched out his hands, grabbed Zakun's wrists, opened them with force, and placed them on both sides of his head.

"Go to hell." Jiang Peng raised his head and hit Zakun in the face with all his strength.

With a bang, Jiang Peng's forehead hit Zakun's nose hard.

"Ahhhhh." Zakun screamed in pain, but his whole body began to exert strength.

Jiang Peng immediately felt a huge force coming from Zakun's two hairy arms.

"His grandma, this man is too strong." Zakun's struggle became more and more intense, and Jiang Peng could hardly catch him.

In desperation, Jiang Peng bumped into Zakun's nose again.

But Jiang Peng's hands could no longer hold Zakun. Zakun's hands slid away and directly blocked Jiang Peng's head and held his neck.

"Oops!" Jiang Peng immediately broke out in a cold sweat. If Zakun were to use a guillotine, his neck would definitely be broken.

At the critical moment, Jiang Peng decisively let go of his feet, rolled onto his side, separated from Zakun, and broke free from Zakun's restraints.

But Jiang Peng wanted to run, but Zha Kun didn't want to. As soon as Jiang Peng rolled away from Zha Kun's body, Zha Kun turned over and sat on Jiang Peng's body instead.

Zakun's strength and weight were much greater than Jiang Peng's. He was riding on Jiang Peng's body like a mountain. Then, his fists rained down on Jiang Peng.

Jiang Peng had no choice but to raise his hand to block. Seeing that his fist was blocked by Jiang Peng's arm, Zakun stood up, grabbed Jiang Peng's clothes with both hands, lifted Jiang Peng up, and then hugged him

Jiang Peng's waist was hit from behind.

Jiang Peng's body hit the ground hard, and the injury on his back worsened. Jiang Peng's eyes were dazzled by the pain.

Looking at Jiang Peng lying on the ground, Zakun stood up straight, put his foot on Jiang Peng's belly, and kicked Jiang Peng's waist with hard boots and heavy force.

"Aren't you very powerful? Aren't you going to lock me up? Come on, you loser!" Zakun kicked and cursed angrily.

Jiang Peng was knocked out of breath by Zakun's kick, and he could only roll around in embarrassment to temporarily avoid Zakun's kicks.

"Ahem, bah." Jiang Peng stood up forcibly, half-knelt on the ground, spit out a small mouthful of blood, panted heavily, and rubbed his stomach and chest.

Zakun's injuries on the other side were relatively minor, but he looked more embarrassed.

His nose was bleeding after being hit by Jiang Peng, and there were two long blood marks.

Zakun wiped off the blood on his nose, stared at Jiang Peng, and approached Jiang Peng directly.

Jiang Peng immediately changed his posture, placing his right hand behind his back to support the ground, his left foot as a supporting foot, and his right leg raised high for defense.

Seeing Zakun's calf kicking towards him, Jiang Peng kicked the sole of his right foot directly on the incoming bone of Zakun's calf.

Because Jiang Peng used kicks and Zha Kun used kicks, even though Zakun's kick was powerful and heavy, Jiang Peng still blocked it.

The scene was temporarily in a stalemate, because Jiang Peng was half-sitting on the ground, so once Zakun wanted to kick Jiang Peng,

Peng, would be blocked by Jiang Peng's defensive foot, that is, his right foot. What made Zakun even more uncomfortable was that Jiang Peng would kick his knees from time to time. After several trials, Zakun's knees were kicked by Jiang Peng.

Kicked several times.

Although he was not injured, Zakun's two knees were still aching.

If Zakun gave up his leg attacks and used fists instead, he would have to bend down to hit Jiang Peng, otherwise he would be stopped by Jiang Peng's left hand.

But once Zakun bent over, Jiang Peng would kick Zakun in the stomach.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo." After several rounds and several tentative attacks, Jiang Peng, who looked like a scoundrel half-sitting on the ground, was actually invulnerable, and Zakun couldn't do anything to him for a while.

Looking at Zha Kun who stopped to take a breath, Jiang Peng also temporarily stopped twisting, and his chest kept rising and falling.

"Hoo, ho, ho." It was too difficult. It was too difficult to fight Zakun. This was Jiang Peng's only feeling. In just a few minutes, Jiang Peng felt that his physical strength was about to be exhausted. It was really hard.

Age.

Zha Kun was a big man with long hands, strong strength and good leg skills. Jiang Peng would really suffer a lot against him.

You can only use ground skills to deal with it. If you want to subdue Zakun, you must use locking skills, whether it is a neck break, a crossbar, or a guillotine.

Jiang Peng had to find a way to lock Zakun. But Zakun's strength was too great, and with his ample muscles, it was difficult for Jiang Peng to find a chance to lock Zakun.

"If you dare, stand up and let's fight." Zakun moved his body and looked at Jiang Peng, the "shrinking turtle".

"You can also sit down." Jiang Peng replied to Zakun.

"Do you think I can't do anything to you?" Zakun looked at Jiang Peng coldly and said slowly.

"Then you come." Jiang Peng said without fear. He had already made up his mind about the ground battle. The ground station could effectively avoid Zakun's long arms, and even his leg skills were difficult to use.

Zha Kun sneered and kicked Jiang Peng's supporting leg sideways. Jiang Peng's center of gravity suddenly reached his waist and he was lying on the ground.

Without the supporting leg, Jiang Peng couldn't turn. Just as Jiang Peng wanted to pull his right leg back, Zakun walked around to Jiang Peng's side.

"Oops." Before Jiang Peng had time to react, he was kicked in the ribs by Zakun.

This kick was so heavy that the air in Jiang Peng's chest was released. Zakun lowered his head, grabbed Jiang Peng's neck, and lifted him up with all his strength.

"Cough cough, cough cough." Jiang Peng's body was lifted into the air, his face turned red, and Zakun's right hand was tightly squeezing Jiang Peng's neck, shrinking continuously.

Jiang Peng beat Zakun's right arm wildly with both arms, but because he was out of breath, he couldn't use any strength at all.

"Go on, aren't you awesome? Are you tired now?"

Zakun yelled and cursed crazily.

"Admit defeat, we admit defeat!" At this moment, a voice came from the direction of Jiang Peng and others.

Zha Kun sneered, without even looking, staring at Jiang Peng's face that was slowly turning purple, and said slowly: "I said, the rule is that until one party can't stand up, isn't Jiang Peng standing still?

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After saying that, Zakun hit Jiang Peng hard on the lower abdomen with a left hook.

Jiang Peng couldn't even make a scream. He only felt that his eyes were getting darker and darker, and his consciousness was about to leave him.

Just when Jiang Peng's consciousness was about to blur, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

"My name is

Stop, do you hear me?" Jiang Yitong held a saber in his hand, which appeared out of nowhere.

Jiang Yitong took the saber and rushed directly to Zakun's side. He raised the saber and chopped off Zakun's hand.

But Zha Kunhe and others immediately let go, grabbed Jiang Yitong's wrist, raised his knees, took Jiang Yitong's hand, and knocked it hard, causing the saber in Jiang Yitong's hand to fall.

Jiang Yitong screamed in pain, and Zakun showed a cruel look on his face. Someone dared to attack him unexpectedly. He was about to take action, but found that the woman in front of him was an unusually beautiful oriental woman. He temporarily lowered his raised hand, but still held it with his right hand.

Jiang Yitong.

"Oh, let me see, how can such a beautiful lady do such a rude thing? Knives are men's playthings, and it is best not for women to touch them." Zakun looked at Jiang Yitong with a smile, very "elegant"

said.

"Let me go, we have given up, why don't you let go!" Jiang Yitong wanted to break free of Zakun's hand, but Zakun's hand was like an iron pliers, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

"Admit defeat? Admitting defeat is also death? Dying in Gustav's hands should be more painful than dying in my hands." Zakun said with a hideous smile.

"Bah!" Jiang Yitong spat on Zakun's face and yelled, "You are a scumbag, a devil, an executioner, a dirty mercenary, and a butcher who only has money in his eyes!"

With a "bang" sound, Zakun's right fist hit Jiang Yitong directly on the lower abdomen. Zakun then released his right hand, wiped his cheek lightly, and smelled it disgustingly.

"Although I am a gentleman, my patience has its limits."

Zakun's punch hit Jiang Yitong directly, causing him to fall next to Jiang Peng, his whole body shaking like chaff.

"Yi, Yitong, what are you doing out here?" Jiang Peng, who was lying on the ground, suddenly saw Jiang Yitong who had been knocked over by Zakun. He woke up with a start, and his heart was cut like a knife.

Tears left Jiang Peng's eyes, leaving two traces on Jiang Peng's dusty face.

"You... why... are you... bothering?" Jiang Peng wanted to get up, but his head was still unable to exert force due to insufficient blood supply.

"Reporter Jiang! Brother Peng!" Panda on the side couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his gun and was about to shoot, but Zakun's men raised their guns at the same time and aimed at Panda.

Seeing that the war was about to break out, all the neighbors in Chinatown were frightened when they saw each other's guns.

Some people couldn't even lift their guns. Even if they could barely lift their guns, they were trembling. One or two of them didn't even open the safety.

Although Jiang Peng had received simple training, it was still too difficult for these ordinary people to use an assault rifle. In desperation, he forgot what he had been taught before.

Although the young master closest to Panda was holding a gun, he quickly walked to Panda's side, put his hand on Panda's gun, and then shook his head slightly.

Panda's eyes were red and veins popped out in his hands.

Although he wanted to kill Zakun with one shot, he knew that if he shot himself, everyone present would not survive.

It's better for him to die, but he can't decide the life or death of others. Every man behind Panda has his own family and is the mainstay of the family. If he dies here, I don't know how many people will be heartbroken.
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