I let you be a fugitive, not to set up a private army.

"Damn it!"

Seeing another companion fall down, the people in front became furious and no longer cared about the eldest brother's orders, and smashed him to death with iron rods.

Chen Jiajun's head shook at an extremely fast speed. Facing a piece of iron rod that almost blocked all the space, he could only barely dodge and block the heavy blows, and could not take care of the light blows.

He was hit several times on the forehead and cheeks.

It is obviously not enough to just defend yourself when being beaten by a group of people. You must keep knocking down your opponents. However, as of now, you have only knocked down three people.

Apart from the two he had just knocked down, he had taken down another one when the fight started.

All with one punch!

Jiu-Jitsu is almost invincible in one-on-one fights, but boxing is the simplest and most effective weapon for group fights.

Before the elevator door opened, he had already used three Dragon Soul Coins to upgrade his boxing proficiency directly to T1, the world's professional level second only to the ceiling.

With his current knowledge of bare-handed combat, he could actually reach T2 in boxing with just a little more training. Unfortunately, things had already happened and he had no time to train.

It can be said that a Dragon Soul Coin was wasted on upgrading to T2. Dragon Soul Coins are so precious...

This is a bill that cannot be calculated even with money!

If he doesn't fall today, he will make the people behind these thugs pay a heavy price.

Chen Jiajun's heart was already burning with anger. The world champion in the fighting world did not have special skills such as danger perception, nor did he have his own bone density.

Just because they can't do it doesn't mean I can't do it either.

If you are outside in an open area, you may not be able to do it. If you are surrounded and pulled to the ground, it will basically be the end of you.

But this is in a narrow elevator. No matter how many people there are, only the three people in the front row have sufficient attack power, and there is no need to worry about enemies behind them.

The thug in front of him might have been too exhausted, and was pushed from behind, staggering and receiving an uppercut on the chin.

His head hit the side wall with a bang and he fell down.

Sixteen people left!

More than ten seconds later, Chen Jiajun seized some gaps in the attack and knocked down two people.

fourteen!

"The opponent's fists are very powerful. Don't get too close and stay out of his attack range." A thug shouted solemnly.

"Those behind please step back first."

Six people had already fallen to the ground at the elevator entrance and inside. They now realized that the man in front of them was definitely a strong guy, not the trash who relied on despicable means to poison people as people said on the Internet.

"What's going on?" Jin Zaikai, who was smoking, turned around.

"Director Jin, the other party is very strong. How about luring him out first?"

"Twenty against one, and we have to lure him out first. Isn't that embarrassing? There are so many people watching." Jin Zaikae threw away his cigarette and said, "Keep going."

The three people in the front approached cautiously, staring at the man in front of them. His clothes were torn, his face was covered in blood, and his eyes were dyed red and dripping with blood...

They hadn't felt it during the previous fight, but now that they stopped, they felt as if they were facing a bloodthirsty prehistoric beast.

"Let's go!"

One of the thugs took a deep breath, raised the iron rod in his hand, and a strong wind came from his neck.

The dragon swung its tail!

Chen Jiajun used the elastic force generated by the impact of his shoulder against the wall, turned half way and kicked out, hitting the thug in the chin.

bang...

The thug knocked out his teeth and blood spurted from his mouth as he knocked over several of his companions.

The other two thugs beside him smashed down the iron bars at the same time, but they all hit the body and legs of the thug in front of them, without causing much damage.

Chen Jiajun immediately retracted his legs, returned to the arch bridge defensive posture, and quickly calmed his breathing.

Thirteen left!

……

Outside, a group of onlookers watched in confusion as thugs flew out of the elevator and knocked down several of their companions.

One by one, they expressed doubts:

"What happened?"

"Everyone flew out, and the scum in the elevator seemed to be still resisting."