Zhu Jun compared the photos of Chang Shanyu on the data.

Chang Shanyu in the photo is dressed in school uniform, with regular hair and upright eyes, giving people the feeling of a good student.

But at the moment, Chang Shanyu in the mahjong parlor is completely a loafer.

“I win.”

“f.u.c.k!”

“You win again. Why don't you die?”

“Brother Chang, forgive me, I will return the money to you later.”

Both Zhang Qiang and others are respectful to Chang Shanyu.

They thought Zhang Qiang was the local strongman here, but looking at the current situation, Chang Shanyu's position is obviously higher than Zhang Qiang's.

“Zhang brother, Zhang brother, you have to revenge for us!”

As soon as the two stalkers came to the mahjong parlor, they took advantage of Wei Zehua's inattention and rushed in directly. Kneeling in front of Zhang Qiang and crying.

Zhang Qiang had already noticed the six people at the door, but he didn't pay attention to them at all.

He kicked the two men away with one foot and said angrily, “Didn't you see that I was playing mahjong with Chang brother? drive them away.”

seven or eight people stood up and stormed towards Wei Zehua.

Changshanyu casually glanced at the outside. As a result, only for a moment, all the people on their side were beaten down.

“Oh? pretty good.”

Chang Shanyu became interested. He put down his mahjong and came to the gate of the mahjong parlor. He looked at Zhong Yihan, the most like the leader of the six, and said, “Are you here to investigate me?”

Zhong Yihan hid his breath in order not to affect Wei Zehua's actions, so Chang Shan Yu could only feel that he was different from others, but could not detect his accomplishments.

Zhang Qiang followed Chang Shanyu and said: “These people are all rich people. Just now they gave Guo Zhou 100,000 yuan to enter the town. Chang brother, don't you need money recently? Just catch them and you will definitely get much money.”

Chang Shanyu listened with some enchantment. Although he is now popular with the whole Beitong Town, in the end, his family has no money. The resources he obtained from Fallen are about to run out. He is worried that there is no place to get money. he didn't expect these people to deliver them to his door.

Wei Zehua said coldly: “Chang Shanyu, I advise you not to resist. You are not our opponent. As long as you obediently let us check your situation, if you are not Fallen, we will naturally clear your name.”

He is the only Kung Fu learner in Chang Shan Yu, and the rest are ordinary people.

The strength comparison between the two sides is so obvious that there is no need to start work at all. It is clear who loses and who wins.

However, Chang Shanyu was not afraid. Instead, he laughed: “You don't think you really think you can win me, do you? Then I will also give you two choices, leaving 10 million yuan and then f.u.c.k off, or I will beat you up and let your family pay the ransom, but I want 100 million yuan. I'll give you ten seconds to think about it and choose one.”

Zhu Jun said: “I think you are daydreaming! Zehua, let me fight him!”

Wei Zehua nodded and said, “Be careful, there is a great probability that he is Fallen.”

“Well, Fallen, I can beat him, too.”

Wei Zehua and they stepped back a few steps to give Zhu Jun s.p.a.ce to fight.

Zhu Jun pulled out his steel knife and said to Chang Shanyu, “Please.”

This is the time, Zhu Jun is still talking about etiquette.

Zhong Yihan shook his head secretly in his heart. Fallen would not obey rules.

Chang Shanyu stepped forward a few steps to the open s.p.a.ce in front of the mahjong parlor.

Zhu Jun was still waiting for him to pull out his weapon. As a result, what surprised him was that Chang Shanyu did not mean to stop at all, but suddenly attacked when he walked within two meters of him.

Bam!

Zhu Jun was suddenly hit in the chest by the other party with a punch. He retreated a few steps with a stuffy hum.

He had just stabilized and wanted to say that Chang Shanyu was despicable, but the other party did not give him any breathing s.p.a.ce.

Zhu Jungang looked up and Chang Shanyu kicked him in the chest again, kicking him to the ground completely.

Then, Chang Shanyu stepped on Zhu Jun and said, “You lost.”

Zhu Jun couldn't believe that as a Shuimu student, he would lose to a student in high school.

Physical injury is the second, and loss of face is the most unacceptable.

“despicable, who said I lost!”

Zhu Jun suddenly and violently shouted, suddenly a knife horizontal cut, let Chang Shanyu forcibly lift his foot, then his knife pointed at his shoulder.

Click!

Chang Shanyu could not escape, and the knife directly hit him in the arm.

However, Zhu Jun did not use all his strength, so Chang Shanyu only injured the epidermis and seemed to bleed a lot, but in fact it was not serious.

Chang Shanyu covered his shoulder and stepped back two steps, dripping large tracts of blood on the ground.

Zhu Jun said: “You are good to be able to force me to use Fu Long knife. However, after all, you are only a high school student. Before I give you a hard hand, give in and surrender.”

The amount of bleeding from Chang Shanyu's wound soon decreased, and after only a moment, it stopped bleeding.

He glanced at the blood on the ground, loosened his hand covering the wound and said, “It is you who should feel honored.”

Zhu Jun was surprised and said, “What?! Your wound has healed? This is impossible. Kung Fu learner does not have such healing speed unless you are … … Fallen!”

Now there is no need for special examination. The fact that Chang Shanyu heals quickly alone is enough to show that he is Fallen.

Wei Zehua and they, despite their early expectations, were still somewhat surprised.

Because they noticed that Zhang Qiang and his gang did not respond to Chang Shanyu's self-healing at all. Obviously, they already knew this.

Chang Shanyu is Fallen, while Zhang Qiang and his gang are obviously ordinary people. Why are they on Chang Shanyu's side?

Zhang Qiang smiled very arrogantly and said, “Brother Chang, what should we do? They have discovered your ident.i.ty. we must not let them go.”

All his men around him looked eager to try. Zhong Yihan noticed that many of these people pulled out weapons, and several of them even pulled out pistols.

This is next to the Kung Fu a.s.sociation. They are a bit too blatant.

On the other hand, since their conflict, no one has been in charge of the Kung Fu a.s.sociation nearby. It seems that the Kung Fu a.s.sociation in Beitong Town has completely degenerated.

Moreover, all the pedestrians in this street disappeared unconsciously. If no one else was guiding the command secretly, Zhong Yihan would definitely not believe it.

Wei Zehua was worried that Zhu Jun could not cope with it alone, so he asked, “do you need our help?”

“No, it's just a Fallen,” Zhu Jun sneered. “Just now, because of your human status, I didn't do anything hard, but now, since you are Fallen, then you wait for being killed!”