Super Student's Three-realms Army

After all, Zhang Xiaofann was alone, and they were in groups of eight to nine people.    

Plus, just from the surface, Zhang Xiaofann was harmless and didn't even have two taels of meat on him.    

On the other hand, gangsters like them were one-on-one fights every three days and were fighting in groups every five days.    

Even when it came to the "grand occasion" where underground powers engaged in fierce fights, people like them would usually participate quite a few times.    

Therefore, in their eyes, Zhang Xiaofann was not a threat at all.    

"Kneel!"    

A young man wearing a red cap moved the fastest as he waved the switchblade in his hand towards Zhang Xiaofann's chest.    

The moment the switchblade struck out, the red-haired bully revealed a complacent smile!    

He was very confident. According to his experience in fights and brawls.    

He only needed a white knife to stab him, and the red knife would be able to knock down this "pretty boy" in one go.    

However, he had completely miscalculated this time.    

Zhang Xiaofann grabbed at the money with his right hand and the red-haired bully felt a terrifying force that did not allow him to resist. The direction in which the switchblade stabbed towards was also taken advantage of by this force.    

The next moment, before he could figure out what was going on, his right hand went blank. The switchblade in his hand had been taken away.    

"Puchi!"    

In the end, before the red-haired little hoodlum could even react, what was going on?    

Very quickly, he felt a chill at the back of his neck. He subconsciously reached out for his throat, but when he touched it, he could feel a distinct warmth. A thick, fishy smell of liquid emerged from the center of his palm.    

Then, in the next moment, the red-haired little hoodlum's body fell heavily onto the ground. His mouth was wide open as he tried his best to make a sound.    

However, no matter how much he struggled, he could only let out an inaudible "hiss" in the end … "Hiss …" He seemed to have let out more air and had less air. It was obvious that he was going to die.    

"Damn, you actually dare to touch my brother?!"    

Earlier, Zhang Xiaofann only took a few seconds to take the switchblade from the red-haired bully and then used the switchblade to "slit his throat".    

Such a smooth and unrestrained way of killing was not something that the lower class, the scum of society would be able to see through.    

One of the men smashed a beer bottle down onto Zhang Xiaofann's head.    

"Phew …" "Hu …" The sound of the wind breaking sounded out. Zhang Xiaofann didn't even bother to look at the beer bottle that was waving towards him and just stretched out his right hand once again and pulled.    

The burly man felt that his hand holding the beer bottle had lost control in an instant. It was actually in the middle of the air …