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

"It seems these thugs are not very strong."

Isn't your strength too strong?

Jin Zaikai felt extremely ashamed when he heard the words that came into his ears. He angrily said to his men, "What are you doing? Stop wasting time and push them in."

The three people in the front row at the elevator entrance heard the order, looked at each other, and started rushing into the elevator together.

With a bang of the punch, one of them fell down, and the thugs behind him quickly took his place.

Knowing that keeping distance would be futile, this time they rushed to close range, swinging the iron rod in one hand and trying to hold down the arm of the thug in front of them with the other.

The people behind pressed in at the same time, filling the elevator space tightly, and smashed forward with an iron rod.

"Watch out, who's going to hit me on the head?"

One of the thugs grimaced in pain. The next moment, his stomach felt like it was being hit by a sledgehammer, once, twice...

Blood continued to flow from his mouth...

At this time, Chen Jiajun was squeezed out of space, and his arms were restrained by countless hands, so his fists could not exert much power at all.

But he could also use knee strikes, and he himself was also knee-struck by two or three people.

The competition is about who can withstand more attacks!

Strengthening the body also strengthened the internal organs. Although the chest and abdomen did not feel comfortable, they could still hold on.

He raised his knees and struck upwards, taking out another person.

Ten people left!

The thugs in the front row saw a large amount of blood gushing out of the mouths of the two people next to them. They couldn't help but feel nervous and shouted quickly: "Step back a little..."

But no one paid any attention.

"Hold him down." Some thugs had given up on the iron bars, and countless hands were holding the monster in the elevator tightly like iron pliers.

"Step aside."

A thug quickly climbed above the crowd, gripped the iron rod tightly with both hands, aimed it at the monster's back, and stabbed it down with all his strength.

If this blow hits, the spine of the figure below may be broken, and he will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

But he didn't care about all that, and didn't care. As long as he wasn't beaten to death, it didn't matter as long as he was a national scum.

Sensing this extremely dangerous attack, Chen Jiajun used all his strength to move himself sideways an inch in an instant, and the iron rod hit the two or three arms that were grabbing his shoulders hard.

With a cracking sound, the arm that was first touched bent at an exaggerated angle and the bone broke directly.

"Ah, my hand..." A scream was heard from the field.

The other two arms also withdrew with pain.

Chen Jiajun found that his arm was no longer restrained, so he raised his elbow and hit the person beside him with two consecutive elbow strikes. At this time, his strength was greatly depleted, and one elbow strike was not safe.

The thug beside him slowly collapsed.

The thug who was hit by a series of knee strikes also fell down at this time.

Eight people left!

As the two men fell, the man squatting above everyone's heads suddenly lost his balance. When he fell, he was hit on the head by Chen Jiajun and staggered, and then he was hit on the chin with a brass knuckle.

He fell backwards with blood spurting from his mouth and nose.

There are seven people left!

At this time, four or five people fell to the ground in front and around, and the space was completely widened. Even if the thugs came in, they would need to step on their companions' bodies, and they could not maintain their center of gravity, which meant that the opponent could not hit with much force.

Chen Jiajun, who had regained the space to swing his arms, no longer focused his energy on defense in the face of a light attack that he sensed as dangerous. The sound of his scarlet brass knuckles echoed again and again in the elevator.

Accompanied by the dull sound of fists, three more people fell to the ground in front of the sight.

Only four people left!

A figure fell to the ground and tried to get up, but after supporting himself with his hands for a while, he fell down again.

Chen Jiajun stood among the fallen bodies with an iron rod in his hand, breathing heavily. He didn't know how many times he had been hit in the previous wave of attacks.

One of his eyes was completely blocked by blood and could not be opened. Only one scarlet eye was left, fixed on the last four people at the elevator door.

"Go ahead." Jin Zaikai frowned and looked at the three people in front of him with dissatisfaction.