Chapter three hundred and forty-ninth venting hatred
Smoke and dust are everywhere!
Lu Fan's slender figure was pinned to the ground by the steel shelves. His whole body was smashed into a bloody gourd. He lay quietly on the ground without any movement. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
"Damn it, you're not going to beat him to death right away, are you?"
When Fu Zikun saw this, he rushed over with a group of his men.
"It's too easy for him to die like this. I haven't even felt happy yet, so you beat me to death?"
Fu Zikun looked at Lu Fan who was lying on the shelves with red eyes. He had dreamed of such a scene countless times in his dreams. Now his dream has come true, but he didn't do it with his own hands. He suddenly felt a little...
accurate.
"Haha, don't worry. I avoided his vital points with every punch. I only disabled his limbs and lost consciousness. What the Dragon King wanted to ask hasn't been asked yet. How could he let him go to waste like this?
Dead?" Jiaolong said disdainfully.
"Damn, that's good. Come on, drag this bastard out for me. I'm going to interrogate him personally. This bastard finally fell into my hands today. Let's see if I don't slowly kill him and let him know what it means.
Regret!" Fu Zikun said fiercely.
When the thugs behind him heard this, they all rushed forward, removed the iron frame that was pressing down on Lu Fan, and then dragged him by his legs, like dragging a dead dog, to the ground in front of Fu Zikun.
, leaving a long blood trail...
"Son of a bitch!"
Fu Zikun raised one foot and stepped hard on Lu Fan's chest.
He bent down and approached Lu Fan's distorted face with a ferocious face, and said sarcastically: "Aren't you awesome? Aren't you good at fighting? Aren't you arrogant?! Why, follow me now?
You're like a dead dog, you don't even dare to fart? Fight back, you damn thing, fight back! You bastard, you dare to speak so brazenly, saying that you want to destroy my Fu family, now I'll let you see my Fu family
The true strength! It’s something trash like you can’t reach in your lifetime! You bastard, you fucking die!”
The more Fu Zikun talked, the more he hated him. He thought of how Lu Fan humiliated him in front of all the Tang family members in the Tang family villa, slapped him in the face, and even broke his right hand!
He even maimed his own parents!
Fu Zikun grabbed the butt of the gun in his hand, suddenly waved his hand, and smashed it into Lu Fan's face!
Click!!!
This time, it hit Lu Fan directly on the bridge of the nose!
Lu Fan's originally bloody face was instantly stained with blood again, streams of pungent blood flowed from his nostrils, and the skin on the bridge of his nose was smashed by Fu Zikun!
But Lu Fan still had his eyes closed tightly. Just as Jiao Long said, he had completely lost consciousness under the bombardment of Jiao Long's fists. At this moment, he was no different from a dead corpse, allowing Fu Zikun to vent his hatred at will.
When Fu Zikun saw this, he started to get excited.
Seeing that his enemy was unable to fight back at his hands, he felt that all the pores in his body were stretched. He excitedly took off his coat and was about to torture Lu Fan to death!
Joking laughter could be heard from all directions in the factory.
Next second!
boom!
In Chen Zikun's wide eyes, he saw Lu Fan, who had been lying on the ground like a dead dog, suddenly opened his eyes!
Those eyes were bloodshot and ferocious!
He stood up suddenly, and with lightning speed, he held Fu Zikun in his arms, clasped his throat with one hand, and backed away quickly, staring at everyone coldly with his eyes.
quiet!
Quiet!
Eerily quiet!
The raging laughter in the factory stopped suddenly, as if it had been cut abruptly by a pair of scissors.
No one saw how Lu Fan got up or how he took hold of Fu Zikun.
However, what is even more shocking is that in this situation, in this situation of certain death, Lu Fan was not defeated by the dragon, and he was able to fight back!
Shouldn't he lie on the ground like a dead dog, let Fu Zikun humiliate and torture him, and when he wakes up, he will be wagging his poor tail and begging?
He...can actually fight back!
"It's really troublesome..." Lu Fan's indifferent voice sounded in the factory, like a devil's whisper.
"I didn't expect that your Fu family actually betrayed the Liu family and got involved with the Dragon Temple... so that I have to accompany you to finish this scene. Have you all fought enough? It's my turn now."
Lu Fan looked at everyone in the factory with indifferent eyes, and suddenly took a step forward, holding Fu Zikun in his hand, blocking the sight of the man sitting on the beam who was about to pull the trigger on him.