Beachside.

The Su family's anger had reached a boiling point. If it weren't for Second Uncle holding them back, they would have already started fighting.

Su Second Uncle walked steadily to the front of the crowd, grabbed his daughter's arm, and looked at the other party, asking, "We can leave, but you have to tell us why?"

Behind him, Su Tianyu had already dialed Gui Mengjun's number: "Hey, a bunch of people came to the hotel, looking like gangsters. They splashed blood on my sister. What's going on?!"

"What?! Are they still there?" Gui Mengjun immediately asked.

"Old man, let me tell you, I'm from the Gui Corporation, and we have a share in the military supplies business!" The middle-aged man leading the group pointed at Second Uncle and shouted, "If you know what's good for you, get out of here! Otherwise, next time I'll splash sulfuric acid on your daughter's face and kill her!"

"Get back!"

"…!"

The other side's curses were deafening, and many gangsters pulled out machetes and other weapons from their cars.

Su Second Uncle had thought that the Gui Mengjun family's situation might be complicated. After all, they were a political and business entity attached to power. Whether it was the network of relationships or the distribution of group interests, it couldn't be as simple as it seemed on the surface.

But Su Second Uncle didn't expect the Gui family's situation to be so complicated that someone would openly do something like this.

Su Second Uncle gritted his teeth and turned to look at Miao Miao: "Call Gui Mengjun to solve the problem!"

Yes, Second Uncle didn't want a conflict to break out, because this was their territory, and the family had both old and young. Once a fight broke out, something might happen.

"Get out, go back and pack your things now!"

"Leave Hanoi!"

"…!"

The other side shouted louder and louder, and they actually stepped forward collectively.

Da Xiong stood next to Su Miao Miao, his fists clenched tightly.

At this moment, Su Miao Miao showed an attitude completely different from ordinary girls. If it were an ordinary girl who had blood splashed on her and the other party was aggressively pressing forward with machetes and other weapons, she would definitely be stunned.

But Su Miao Miao did something that shocked Hou Guoyu and the others. She turned around, grabbed a dog-leg knife for cutting mutton from the barbecue rack, covered in blood, and roared fiercely, "We can leave, but whoever touches my family, I'll kill him! Get out, back off!"

"You stinking bitch, I'll hack you to death!" The short, stocky, dark-skinned young man turned around, pulled out a machete from the car, took a step forward, raised the knife and swung it down.

Su Second Uncle grabbed the girl's arm, pulled her back sharply, and raised his leg to kick the other party away.

"Bang!"

At this moment, Da Xiong, like an iron tower, moved. He rushed out from the side with explosive force, and after accumulating power, he punched the other party in the side of the head.

"Tat-tat…!"

The man staggered back two steps on the spot, visibly stunned, his steps faltering, and his eyes scattered.

"You… you're asking for death!" Infuriated, Da Xiong's right upper arm bulged with muscles, his fist pulled back, paused noticeably in the air to gather strength, and then shot out like a cannonball!

"Bang!!!"

Da Xiong's full-strength punch landed squarely on the other party's head. When the fist landed, a crisp cracking sound came from the side of the other party's face, the sound of bone breaking.

"Thump!"

The young man flew sideways for half a meter, his body slammed heavily on the beach.

Everyone was silent.

The young man lying on the beach was convulsing violently, his eyeballs rolled upward rapidly, and in less than two seconds, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, his head pressed against the ground, arching his body, his arms hanging down naturally, and he stopped moving.

"A Dong!"

"A Dongzai!"

"…!"

Seven or eight people from the other side surrounded him. After laying the young man's body flat, they discovered that he had been killed by two punches. The bones on his entire left cheek were sunken, and his eyes were bloodshot.

What was Da Xiong's strength?! Before he participated in the UFC, he was one meter ninety-five tall and weighed over two hundred kilograms. A punch from him could max out the arcade game that measures punching power.

After going to Washington, D.C., Da Xiong underwent systematic training from two Muay Thai teachers. From the way he generated power from his whole body, to explosive force testing, to striking human weaknesses, everything was extremely professionally honed.

What is professional? Professionalism is that since the birth of the UFC, after generating absolute dividends, people all over the world participating in this industry have been constantly updating training methods and constantly searching for ways to quickly knock out opponents.

Systematic training is constantly honed in actual combat!

Although Da Xiong lost weight, his muscles were far beyond those of ordinary people!

Not to mention that the other party was just an adult over one meter seventy tall, even a strong man over one meter eighty, he would definitely not be able to withstand Da Xiong's two punches head-on.

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