Upon seeing this, Liu Xingfu quickly gave up the attack, raised his arms to block his chest, and Lin Kun's knees slammed into them, making a rumbling sound.
"ah……"
Liu Xingfu let out a cry, and his bulging body staggered backwards, taking several steps backwards until he hit the wall behind him and then stopped.
He struggled to stand up, and wanted to rush towards Lin Kun, but just as he was about to move his feet, his throat suddenly felt salty, his face flushed, and a mouthful of hot blood seemed to reach his throat, which was suppressed by his forced breathing.
Zhang Han had already gotten up from the ground. Since beating him when he was eighteen years old, he has never tasted the feeling of being defeated, and he never thought that he would be beaten down so easily.
Humiliating anger was burning in his chest. He directly grabbed half of the tea sea next to him, waved it and threw it at Lin Kun.
Boom!
Lin Kun made a wrong step under his feet and dodged easily. Half of the sea of tea hit the ground, immediately smashing the marble floor full of holes. The wooden sea of tea crashed and shattered into pieces.
There are countless petals.
The expression on Zhang Han's face suddenly froze, and there was no trace of Lin Kun in front of him.
"Behind you!"
Liu Xingfu, who was leaning against the wall and holding his chest, shouted loudly.
Zhang Han turned around fiercely and was about to look back, but he was still half a minute too slow. A burst of cold murderous intent came from behind him. This murderous intent seemed to be a sharp blade that penetrated his chest and made all the nerves in his body tighten in an instant.
, as if he has smelled the scent of the death scythe.
despair……
In Zhang Han's life, apart from being surrounded by wolves in a yurt for several days and nights on a snowy day when he was a child, and almost being eaten, he had never felt so desperate as he does now.
Is he going to die like this?
The thought of death came to Zhang Han's mind, but in the next second, he did not feel any substantial fatal injuries, but it felt as if his buttocks had been hit by a train.
Bang……
The sound was not very loud, but the force was very strong. Lin Kun's 44-yard big feet directly kicked Zhang Han hard on the buttocks. The latter let out a cry of pain from his mouth, and his whole body slammed towards him.
He flew out in front of him, and with a whirring sound, he fell heavily to the ground again.
"Ouch……"
This time, regardless of whether he was embarrassed or not, Zhang Han screamed.
Liu Xingfu stood against the wall, with shock in his eyes. He had heard of the legend of the Wolf King in Northern Xinjiang, but he thought it was mostly fabricated and exaggerated. Chinese people like to brag and deify ordinary things. Don't look at Liu Xingfu.
Happy and fat, but he is an out-and-out sports fan.
His two favorite sports are basketball and football. Whenever he sees a sports news report about basketball and football, he can't help but click in and read it. What he sees is that the editor is not alone in YY.
, is a typical media exaggeration to attract fans’ attention.
As any Chinese person knows, Chinese football is basically stinky. There are not even 13 people in the population of 1.3 billion who can play football, and they brag about the rise of Chinese football all day long.
In Chinese basketball, since Mr. Yao retired, no one has been able to carry the banner. Every time a young person enters the American basketball association, the media starts to brag crazily about him. He is a substitute who cannot play.
He can be praised as the god of basketball by them.
Originally, Liu Xingfu and Zhang Han thought that Lin Kun, the rumored all-powerful Wolf King of Mobei, was mostly made up and boasted, and they didn't have the slightest respect for him in their hearts. However, they didn't expect this.
, three strikes, five strikes and two strikes were enough to beat them both into obedience.
Lin Kun walked towards Zhang Han, kicked Zhang Han again on the butt, and said with a smile: "Big man, get up and continue the beating?"
Zhang Han kept a sullen face and said nothing. He knew very well in his heart that he was no match for this guy at all, and the difference in strength between the two was not even a tiny bit. Of course, this was not because he was too weak, but because he was too weak.
It's because he is too strong.
Strong men should be respected, but Zhang Han turned around and glanced at Lin Kun, who looked frivolous, and suddenly felt uncomfortable. This kid looked like a little scoundrel in the market, and he was actually beaten by him.
Defeated.
Annoyed, unwilling, and a bit of unextinguished flames were sizzling in his chest, but despite this, he still didn't have the courage to stand up and fight Lin Kun again. Just for a moment, he seemed to have come from the abyss of death.
Despair made him feel cold all over, and he felt completely scared.
Lin Kun looked at Liu Xingfu who was leaning against the wall again, "Boss Liu, do you want to come over and try again? Or, I might as well ask you two if you are convinced?"
Liu Xingfu glanced at Zhang Han who was on the ground, and Zhang Han also looked back at him. Their eyes were full of bitterness. They were not the kind of masters who loved face above all else. Men have to fight for face, but in reality
You have to admit it in front of you.
"Clothes."
"I'm convinced."
The two of them said something to each other, and then lowered their heads, looking ashamed as if they wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Lin Kun walked back to the edge of the tea sea, helped half of the tea sea up, found three more chairs and set them up, then smiled at Liu Xingfu and said: "Boss Liu, Zhang Han, we can sit down and have a nice chat now."
Have you talked?"
The two of them were silent. Zhang Han got up from the ground. His skin was not white, and his face was now even darker. Liu Xingfu fell in love with a fat man with fair skin. At this moment, his face had gone from red to cheeks.
Reached behind the ear.
Hey, they all feel ashamed to be beaten into such a bad behavior.
Wow…
Lin Kun picked up the teapot that was still usable, poured a cup of tea for the two of them, and then poured another cup for himself.
Liu Xingfu and Zhang Han both sat down, and Lin Kun stood and raised his tea cup, "Everyone who comes is a guest. I'm from out of town. As a guest, I would like to offer you a cup of tea first."
After saying that, Lin Kun raised his head and drank a cup of tea.
Zhang Han and Liu Xingfu looked at each other, then picked up their teacups and drank.
Zhang Han always kept silent when talking about things, but now he said, "You are better than me, I admire you."
Liu Xingfu was more rational than Zhang Han. He looked at Lin Kun and said: "We are all members of the National Security Bureau system, but I can't stand those people who just rely on their coming from Yanjing or their leadership status to get a job in the country.
It stinks in front of us."
Lin Kun said with a smile: "Don't worry, even if I am a bitch, I definitely don't stink. After drinking this cup of tea, we will be brothers from now on."
Liu Xingfu looked at Lin Kun and said, "Don't beat around the bush. How do you want us to cooperate with you? I've heard of you too. You are a loyal person. Zhang Han and I will try to cooperate with you first.
If you stink, we will..."
Lin Kun smiled and said: "If I stink, I will leave by myself."
Liu Xingfu said: "Tell me, what do we need to do?"