When the chili oil got into his eyes, the smell was guaranteed to be ****. He would have no chance to curse, and his nose would burst into tears, and fire would come out of his throat.
The remaining two boys were not afraid at all. They rushed to Ling Yun with machetes in hand, one on the left and one on the right, blocking his retreat.
The veins in his arms swelled, and a sneer appeared at the corner of Ling Yun's mouth. He grabbed the corner of the table with his palms, and lifted the entire tabletop. He exerted force with both hands, and the tabletop became fierce. Instead of retreating, he advanced and swung towards the two boys.
"Fuck," the two people were slightly stunned, never expecting that Ling Yun would be so violent.
Just as they were stunned for a moment, the tabletop was roaring with strong wind.
Bang, bang, a guy's head exploded and he smashed the window next to him and flew out.
The guy next to him was just glanced at by the corner of the table, turned his head 180 degrees, his eyes turned white, and got under the table opposite.
The yellow-haired boy held his crotch and reluctantly stood up. Although his balls and bird were fine, the pain was unbearable.
"Boy, don't go out to kill people at night if you haven't eaten enough," Ling Yun chuckled, picked up the empty wine bottle on the ground with his toes, caught it, and knocked it hard on the corner of the table next to him, followed by a crashing sound, A figure has already jumped out.
Huang Mao wanted to run away, but he had no choice but to pull his balls. It was so painful. Suddenly, he felt a cold chill on his lower abdomen. Half of the wine bottle had been inserted into his stomach, disturbing his stomach and piercing his intestines.
His brain was numb, and he could no longer feel the pain. His whole body collapsed on the ground, twitching continuously.
In less than two minutes, all five guys were done.
At this time, I saw dozens of people blocking the door, and everyone had a dick in their hands. Seeing that their companions were knocked down instantly, and the scene was so tragic, even a scumbag who often hacked people couldn't help but feel scared and break out in cold sweat.
That guy was so ruthless and ruthless. Even they had never seen these methods before. People were hesitant and didn't dare to step forward.
At this time, the cell phone rang, and a man in a black windbreaker picked up the phone outside the door.
"In the end, that kid added another 200,000,"
When he heard about the extra money, the man in the trench coat suddenly beamed with joy, "Haha, I just like this sentence, just wait for the good news." After hanging up the phone, he said to the scarred man next to him: "Tell the rats to work harder." , finish the work and hurry up,"
"The idea is a bit tricky, Huang Mao and the others have failed," Scarface lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.
"Let them do it quickly, and then each person will add 2,000 more," the man in the trench coat said, then walked straight into an Audi car next to him.
Ling Yun knew that if he wanted to get out of here today, many people would have to lie down, but not including himself. Those guys were blocking the door and did not dare to come over. They were obviously timid. In this case, let's show them some big moves.
Turning around and coming to the counter, the lobby manager was so frightened that he hid under the table, holding his mobile phone and shouting at the top of his lungs: "110, is it the police station? This is the Telford Hotel... Oh, the line is busy, or is he busy?" ,Are all the policemen in the police station next to Mala dead, or did the police chief burn paper after he died?"
Dudu.
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The phone was finally connected, and the lady's sweet voice came from inside.
"Hello, hello, what can I do?"
"This is the Telford Hotel. Well, yes, my place has been attacked by dozens of gangsters. Send someone over quickly," the lobby manager shouted, almost hoarse.
The receptionist asked calmly: "There are so many people. Are there any dead people?"
"Hey, stop talking nonsense and send someone over quickly. It's best to bring in more, the more the better," the lobby manager shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Well, sir, don't worry, I will contact the police immediately..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a beeping sound from the mobile phone, and the screen went dark. The lobby manager looked pale and confused. The phone was out of battery at the critical moment. He would have to call the mistress less often in the future.
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Ling Yun looked at him with a smile, reached out and took out a few bottles of Tobei Shaojiao from the counter. The alcohol was extremely strong, even stronger than vodka, "Boss, here are four more bottles of wine. The guys at the door will pay the bill later. "
When the lobby manager saw Ling Yun, his face turned pale with fright. He still dared to talk, let alone pay the bill. Even if you demolished the hotel, I wouldn't dare to stop you now.
After unscrewing the bottle cap, Ling Yun reached out and grabbed a few napkins from the side and stuffed them into the mouth of the bottle. The bottle was turned upside down and the napkins were quickly soaked.
At this time, several whistles came from the door, and dozens of people rushed in with a roar, their machetes pointed directly at Ling Yun.
"After eating and drinking, I will prepare some desserts for you." He slowly took out the lighter, sparks flashed, and the napkin instantly burst into blue flames.
The lobby manager's eyes almost popped out of his head. Could it be that this guy really wanted to burn the place down? He hurriedly got out from under the table and blew into the napkin with his mouth.
But the napkin was full of high-concentration spirits, which was not so easy to blow out.
Ling Yun picked up two wine bottles and sighed, "I advise you to call 119. I hope there are still people alive here when they come."
"Ah, brother, just..." The lobby manager burst into tears. Before he could finish speaking, Ling Yun had already thrown the wine screen in his hand.
Bang bang.
There were two explosions in succession, and huge fireballs rose into the sky. The temperature in the hall rose sharply. The moment the two bottles of spirits exploded, their power was comparable to that of incendiary bombs. The two guys at the front were drenched by the drinks and instantly became Burning Man.
Those guys were startled, and then two more black shadows came over, and fireballs rose up among the crowd.
The air was filled with a spicy smell, the wine spread along the floor, the tablecloth was ignited, a fire broke out on the dining table, and thick smoke billowed.
By the time those guys reacted, Ling Yun had disappeared.
"Hurry up and chase, don't let that guy get away." He had no time to take care of his brother who was on fire next to him. Scarface was so anxious that he actually took out a May 4th pistol from his arms.
"Don't worry, I'm still like this," a figure flashed out from the thick smoke, and Ling Yun was seen holding two round things in his hands, which were obviously two gas cans.
The gas tanks were put together, and Ling Yun pressed his palm on the valve, "I advise you to leave quickly. Although the roast duck tastes good, roasted human meat is not good. What if your mother goes to the hospital morgue to claim the body and can't find it? What do you do,"
Every word in Ling Yun's words was like the tip of a knife, piercing their hearts fiercely.
Who is this guy? I have been in Shanghai for so many years, but I have never heard of his name. Scarface wants to shoot, but the gas tank in that guy’s hand is too scary. If it goes off, Maybe I can't even find the corpse.
At this moment, the police sirens were blaring outside, which was very pleasant.
