Indeed, in a place like this, the looks of Lin Song and Wu Meng are really eye-catching. Lin Song just discovered that since the two of them entered the Xili Temple, they have been targeted by a few sly guys.

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"Boss, what should we do now? This is their territory." Wu Meng said.

Lin Song smiled slightly: "Don't be afraid, just because this is their territory, they will never destroy themselves. They will never dare to fight with us here. Besides, with these guys, we are still afraid of fighting with them."

Are they doing it?'

Indeed, although these guys are ferocious, their combat effectiveness is just that. In front of the two special forces soldiers Lin Song and Wu Meng, they are indeed a bit underwhelming.

Lin Song walked to the temple with Wu Meng and Xue Lang, passed the long queue of people waiting to go in and contribute wreaths, and walked to a small courtyard next to it. At this time, a middle-aged man with a fierce appearance walked out.

Come over and say to Lin Song in English: "You guys, come here!"

Lin Song chuckled: "I don't understand."

"You understand this, right?" The middle-aged man slowly pulled up the hem of his clothes, revealing half of the pistol handle under the hem. Lin Song smiled and nodded.

"Follow me! Otherwise you will be doomed!" the middle-aged man threatened through gritted teeth.

Lin Song and Wu Meng could only follow this man and walk towards the front. When they reached the backyard, more than a dozen people jumped out from the side. Several of them were Lin Song from the night before.

I met the guy who participated in the previous hotel robbery and murder incident.

Lin Song took a deep breath: "What do you want?"

"It's up to you to do what you want. What are you doing here at Xili Temple? Who asked you to come!" the middle-aged man threatened.

"I don't have time to tell you, I want to see Kasim." Lin Song said: 'Let Kasim come to see me, I have something to discuss with him.'

"Mr. Qasim doesn't have time to talk to you." The middle-aged man said coldly: "Listen, you are lucky. We don't want to do anything today. Get away from now on and never come to the Sili Temple.

Come on, watch your mouth and don't talk nonsense, otherwise you will definitely die worse than those two black country guys yesterday!"

Wu Meng frowned: "Boss, why don't these guys take action against us? This situation is so embarrassing now. If they don't move, I'm too embarrassed to take the initiative to beat them."

Lin Song laughed and replied in a low voice: "After all, these guys are not pure desperadoes, they live off the Xili Temple.

People like this who are wandering around in the world pay more attention to human nature and sophistication, rather than blindly showing their ferocity. They should not dare to take our lives casually before they know our details. "

After saying that, Lin Song took a step forward: "Friend, I won't leave until I see Qasim today."

Those people didn't expect Lin Song to be so stubborn, and they were immediately at a loss. That is to say, the middle-aged man was still a little confident. He frowned: "What do you want?"

Lin Song looked at the Ceylon scimitars placed next to him, smiled slightly and said, "Do you like playing with this? How about I compete with you and treat it as a bet? If I win, let Qasim

Come see me, if I lose, my friends and I will leave immediately! I will never come to cause trouble for you."

The middle-aged man snorted and looked at Lin Song with disdain: "Only you want to deal with the Ceylon Scimitar swordsman?"

Lin Song smiled and took out the dragon tooth saber in his pocket: "No problem, after all, in front of my saber, these scraps of metal are worthless. This game is very simple for me."

The Ceylon scimitar is regarded as a national treasure of the entire country of Ceylon. In the past, this scimitar once allowed the country of Ceylon to dominate the South Asian continent, and it can be regarded as the best embodiment of the country's martial spirit.

Although the country of Ceylon is now much more cowardly than before, if someone humiliates the Ceylon Scimitar in a temple where gangsters hang out, they are still happy to come out and have a fight.

On the spot, several people wearing turbans and mustaches rushed up. The middle-aged man waved his hand and stopped them: "Don't worry, wait a minute!"

When these people stopped, they heard the middle-aged man say: "Okay, if you have the courage to desecrate the Ceylon Scimitar in front of us, it shows that you are really a very courageous guy. In this case, I will give you a chance."

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The middle-aged man snorted at the two companions next to him, and then said: 'You can choose any one of these two people.'

Lin Song could see that these two guys were the best in using scimitars among these people. After thinking for a while, Lin Song smiled coldly: "Let's not go to so much trouble, keep it simple. Let's go together.

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"Why do you look down on our Ceylon scimitar swordsmen?" The middle-aged man was also furious.

"A bunch of wine bags and rice bags, what is there to look down on? If you have the guts, stop talking nonsense and just come up and take action." Lin Song said.

The middle-aged man winked, and his accomplice immediately closed the door of the small courtyard. At this moment, an independent and closed space was formed between the courtyard door and the outside world.

Lin Song stood on the spot, holding the dragon tooth saber tightly in his hand. The two strong men on the opposite side held Ceylon scimitars in their hands. Both of them seemed to be looking for a chance to strike, hoping to kill Lin Song with one blow.

Kill, let this Chinese understand clearly how powerful the Ceylon scimitar is!

"Come on!" a strong man said loudly.

Two people, one on the left and one on the right, came up to attack. At this time, Lin Song quickly took two steps back and did not respond head-on.

Although the other party came from a rough and treacherous background, you must know that the Ceylon scimitar has been baptized for thousands of years and become a classic among cold weapons. This naturally has its own power. This kind of scimitar is made of Ceylon steel.

It is made of high toughness and bends at an angle that matches the arc of the arm's swing. It is a great threat to the body without armor defense.

After relying on retreat to win the first attack, the opponent approached again. This time, Lin Song used the tip of the Dragon Tooth Saber to poke at the back of the opponent's knife like a ghost. After lifting the scimitar, he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab it.

He grabbed the opponent's wrist. He turned his own wrist and pushed the blade out in the opposite direction.

This push, seemingly inadvertently, left a small cut on the opponent's wrist, and blood immediately flowed out.
Chapter completed!