Disembowelment? Shen Sanquan actually proposed to eat disembowelment. How could Ding Yuan not know what he was thinking? Thunder Dragon was bitten to death by disembowelment. Although the two of them did not see his death with their own eyes, they were still injured. Five or six shots plus the eight months of poison from the amniotic snake, Ding Yuan has every reason to believe that even gods can't save Thunder Dragon.
Facing the severed abdomen, the hatred in Shen Sanquan's eyes was like a hungry wolf, staring closely at him, there was no doubt about it.
"Uncle Ding, I really... really want to be cut off!" Xiao Dao asked softly.
"Eat, why don't you eat, I got these two in one go, hurry up!" Uncle Ding patted Xiaodao's shoulder and said with a smile.
Xiaodao smiled brightly and said, "Okay, I'll fry a sparrow for you. Let's go out and sit for a while and drink tea."
The two of them walked out, and Shen Sanquan was lost in thought while holding the tea cup. Is this the place where he will live in the future? Chaos, danger, and the air is filled with a strong smell of blood.
"Three punches, what's wrong?" Uncle Ding asked with concern.
Shen Sanquan was in a daze, stunned for a moment, and then reacted, "Oh, it's nothing."
"Get used to it here, I believe you will like it in the future."
Like? Shen Sanquan never dared to think like this. From the moment he set foot on this land, he felt extremely strange. But for some reason, a strong desire to survive slowly grew in his heart. Maybe it's because of Uncle Thunder Dragon's righteous life-for-life, or maybe it's the voice that's always been there in his heart that keeps shouting, "Shen Sanquan, live well, you must..."
With life, there is infinite hope. If I want to go back in the future, want to see my sister, want to see Shen Tian, or drink with Scar Xiaoshi and the others, there is one prerequisite, and that is to save my life.
"Three punches, I know how dangerous this place in the Golden Triangle is. Uncle Ding can't see the sky with his hands and eyes, and he can't guarantee that you will be unimpeded outside. So if I'm not by your side that day, you must act according to the situation. Don't blindly rely on your blood. And impulsive, you know?”
"I understand, Uncle Ding!"
Shen Sanquan listened carefully. Whether from the perspective of an elder or from his rich experience, Uncle Ding's words are a piece of philosophy and a piece of life experience. He has lived in the Golden Triangle since he was a child. He has no idea about the dangers of this place. He is very clear about violence and violence. Now he is explaining everything to Shen Sanquan with all his sincerity, just in the hope that he will not see his body lying on the street. His death will not be clear that day. Besides, he will die without doing anything. Isn't it such a pity?
While he was talking, the guy eating the python at the table next to him had already stood up. Hearing the noise, Shen Sanquan turned his head. Good guy, a whole big python was eaten clean by these bastards. The table was full of food. The remaining minced meat and bones, and four or five wine bottles were randomly lying on the side.
Shen Sanquan also silently thought carefully in his heart. There were five people in the group. Each of them had a tattoo of various beasts on his body. He shook his head with his bare arms and kicked the stool under his feet. It was crooked. Went out.
Shen Sanquan's eyes never left those bastards. It wasn't until the last person stepped out of the store that he suddenly remembered something and asked hesitantly, "Uncle Ding, don't you have to pay to eat here?"
Uncle Ding took a sip of tea and spit it out. Shen Sanquan's words really hit the point. Only this naughty little man would pay attention to this. It may seem inconspicuous, but in fact it is a matter of course. Every diner must abide by it. things.
"Little knife, little knife." Uncle Ding shouted into the room.
The knife rushed out quickly, "Uncle Ding, what's the matter?"
Uncle Ding licked his lips at the bastards outside, "I want to run away."
There was obvious displeasure on Xiaodao's face, and he couldn't help but cursed: "You bastard, you know how to eat Overlord's meal every day, you really think I'm easy to bully here." After saying that, he walked out quickly and put his hand on his. Walking on the shoulders of the last person, he said something in Burmese.
From Xiaodao's eyes and tone, it is easy to see that this phenomenon of running away after eating the Overlord's meal is probably not just once or twice.
The five Burmese bastards outside the door, wearing plaid shirts, turned around, were extremely dissatisfied with Xiao Dao's behavior, and roared carelessly.
He stretched out his hand and pushed the knife hard, and let out a contemptuous laugh.
"Uncle Ding, what did he mean by what he just said?" Shen Sanquan asked with a cold face.
Uncle Ding drank all the tea in the cup in one gulp, not even letting go of any tea leaves. He slowly stood up, looked at Shen Sanquan, and said, "What he just said was 'get out'!"
Come on, after eating the King's meal, you are still showing off your power like this. Is this the Golden Triangle? There is nothing wrong with the law of the jungle.
Uncle Ding walked slowly towards the door, and Shen Sanquan could clearly find that his fists were firmly tightened.
The knife was still entangled, and the Burmese words he spoke were very harsh. Those bastards were not very tall, but two of them were relatively strong, and their muscles were trembling, and they had a powerful aura. , Xiaodao was just a boy of sixteen or seventeen, with a flexible body but very weak. He was constantly pushed at a disadvantage by them, but he still did not flinch and stood firmly in front of these bastards.
There was a sound of 'pop', and the strong bastard finally couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the knife hard on the face. The little guy glared and stared closely.
The guy didn't give up at all, and struck back with his hand again. This time the knife stopped, and he nimbly dodged it. Suddenly he jumped up like crazy, bit the guy's ear, and tore off half of it.
The bastard screamed in pain like a pig being slaughtered, and then squatted on the ground holding his ears.
He spat out the knife, his mouth full of blood, and laughed.
The other four Burmese bastards suddenly screamed, shouting bird songs that no one could understand, and all came towards the knife. Ding Yuan's last step out of the store door was suddenly ridiculously fast, and under the four bastards' Before his fist even touched the knife, he grabbed his waist and quickly moved aside.
The four of them were furious. They helped up the man with the broken ear just now, reached out and picked up weapons, chairs, wooden bars, iron bars, etc. from the side, and threw them at Ding Yuan.
The inexplicable small shops nearby were not surprised at all, and no one came out to watch the fun, as if this kind of fighting scene no longer aroused the slightest interest among them.
Uncle Ding pushed the knife aside and rushed forward nimbly, dodging the attacks of wooden and iron rods. He punched those bastards in the face and chest with one punch after another. When the opportunity was ripe, he immediately struck again. Instead of punching, he used grabbing, and decisively hit the vulnerable part of the waist.
China has too many secret masters. This seemingly ordinary grasp on the waist actually contains too much scientific basis. The direction of acupuncture points and the pulling of muscles. Ding Yuan is good at boning knife and seems to be born with it. This acupuncture point requires incomparable research. After just a few strokes, the four bastards immediately paralyzed half of their bodies, twisted their mouths, gritted their teeth, and sat on the ground with weird looks on their faces, screaming in pain.
"Hmph! Learn your skills and come back to eat the King's meal." Ding Yuan slowly walked to the group of bastards and stretched out his right hand. The man with the broken ear obediently took out the coins from his pocket and put them on them.
"Is the knife enough?" Ding Yuan asked coldly.
"With the tip, it's almost done." Xiao Dao said loudly with excitement on his face.
Ding Yuan stood up and walked slowly back to the store.
The man with the broken ear suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist and raised his hand towards Ding Yuan's back.
Shen Sanquan just kept looking outside. When he saw it, he couldn't bear it anymore. He ran over like flying and threw Ding Yuan to the ground. With a bang, the bullet hit Shen Sanquan's cheek. It flew out and hit the cups the two of them were drinking tea from, immediately falling apart.
Shen San's fist bounced up, and he quickly took action amidst the surprised sound of the man with the broken ear. He pulled out the boning knife from his waist and came to the man with the broken ear at an unprecedented speed. The sharp edge of the knife had already struck hard. On his throat.
The man with the broken ear was experienced in many battles and faced the threat of death. He hurriedly dropped the pistol in his hand on the ground and spoke a strange Burmese dialect. Shen Sanquan could tell that this was probably China. The words of mercy.
Shen Sanquan roared and at the same time kicked the pistol hard towards Ding Yuan.
As soon as he yelled out, the Burmese bastards immediately ran away without a trace, but Xiaodao and Ding Yuan's eyes widened, because what Shen Sanquan said just now was exactly the word "go" in Burmese!
Learn now and practice now, Shen Sanquan seems to be very skillful.
Ding Yuan walked over with a smile. The danger just now did not affect his mood at all. He looked at the little troublemaker in front of him and said: "Three punches, you said the word 'get out' well. It's spoken in a clear and round tone. It seems that Your ability to adapt is really extraordinary!"dd