Lin Kun kicked the door of the bar hall away with his kick, and with a loud bang, the wooden door fell to the ground. Several boys quickly dodged to the side, almost being hit.
Lin Kun walked in with a smile, and Li Chunsheng followed behind him, carrying steel pipes from left to right, looking majestic.
A group of young men from the Baifeng Sect who were originally surrounded by Lin Kun suddenly felt at ease when they saw him coming in. Everyone was quite confident in Boss Lin's combat effectiveness, not to mention the thirty or fifty armed men in front of them.
Even if his opponent is twice as strong, as long as Boss Lin is here, he won't be afraid at all.
Zhang Jin squinted his eyes, looked at Lin Kun, and looked at Lin Kun intently. He had heard of Lin Kun's name, but he had never seen him in person. Now that he saw him with his own eyes, he didn't feel that he was condescending.
What's so special about this guy? He has two hands and two feet, and a tall and thin body. He doesn't look powerful at all. It's said that he can hit a hundred people by himself. It's so ridiculous.
Bar.
One person beats a hundred children?
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Zhang Jin was born as a soldier and was arrogant and lonely. He snorted and said: "Lin Kun, you really dare to come in. None of my brothers are vegetarians. Are you going to leave your life here today?"
Lin Kun smiled and said: "Whether you stay here or not depends on your ability, Manager Zhang. There are many people who want my life, but no one seems to have succeeded so far."
"snort!"
Zhang Jin said proudly: "Then it can only mean that your past opponents were too weak. If it were me, you would probably..."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, Manager Zhang. I'm here to cause trouble, not play boring dialogue with you here."
After Lin Kun finished speaking, without waiting for Zhang Jin to reply, he said to his subordinates: "You guys, don't be polite, let's do it."
The boys from Baifeng Sect received the order and responded with high fighting spirit. They waved their weapons and started fighting with a group of Zhang Jin's boys.
Li Chunsheng did not hesitate. He swung a pair of steel pipes in his hands and rushed into the crowd. The pair of steel pipes swung loudly and jingled. Although there were no fixed moves, he could chop horizontally, chop vertically, and poke.
, every move is extremely standard, with a strong whistling wind.
The bar hall, which had been filled with murderous intent and tense atmosphere just now, was now in full swing. The fight between the two sides was fierce. The Baifengmen's boys did not have an advantage in numbers, but their combat effectiveness was higher than that of Zhang Jin's men.
Quite a few, especially the thugs Zhang Jin hired from outside.
Those thugs all look fierce, but if they fight really hard, they will soon wilt. They usually play rough with ordinary people, but this is really a head-on confrontation, and the timidity in their bones is clearly revealed.
The two sides almost fought to a draw for a while. The swords, guns and sticks in their hands clashed together, and from time to time someone fell down, lying on the ground struggling and screaming.
Zhang Jin was upstairs, his eyebrows furrowed. According to his original idea, with the numerical advantage, he could definitely take down Lin Kun and others easily.
Zhou Dian's properties in the north of the city are far more than just the Huangjue Bar. He originally wanted to join forces with Zhang Jin for other establishments, but Zhang Jin was arrogant to his neighbors and didn't bother to cooperate with others. He also had a wishful thinking in mind, and today he took advantage of the opportunity.
Take this opportunity to win over Lin Kun and go back to Mr. Zhou. This credit belongs to him alone. By then, he will be able to move from the second-line capable man next to Mr. Zhou to the first-line.
"Bring me my guy!" Zhang Jin said to the younger brother beside him.
"Yes, Brother Jin."
The younger brother responded and immediately went to get weapons for Zhang Jin.
Zhang Jin put his hands on the guardrail and stared at Lin Kun in the hall. Lin Kun was sitting on a sofa chair with his legs on the coffee table and a cigar as thick as his thumb in his mouth, enjoying himself.
Blowing smoke rings.
The fighting scene in front of him seemed to have no impact on his mood. His relaxed and comfortable look was in sharp contrast to Zhang Jin's tense face and frowning brows.
"Brother Jin, your knife." The younger brother bent down and handed a pair of dark machetes into Zhang Jin's hands.
This machete is thicker than ordinary machetes, and the blade is sharply polished and shiny, as if a hair would be cut off naturally if it fell on it.
Zhang Jin grabbed two knives, pointed one knife at Lin Kun in the hall, and yelled angrily: "You surnamed Lin, do you dare to fight with me, Zhang Jin? Life or death is your destiny, until you die!"
Lin Kun smiled and blew out a smoke ring, "Manager Zhang, your words of challenge to the world are very impressive."
"Watch the knife!"
Zhang Jin fiercely threw his left hand, and the two-inch-and-a-half-inch-long black machete suddenly shone with an icy cold light and pierced Lin Kun.
The machete flew very fast and went straight to Lin Kun's eyebrow. If it was hit, it would be difficult to survive.
Lin Kun narrowed his eyes slightly, not daring to be careless. He grabbed the ashtray on the coffee table and threw it towards the person who was flying towards him.
swish swish
The ashtray spun in mid-air and rushed towards the machete.
Ding!
There was a sound like cracking gold, followed by the sound of an ashtray being smashed by a knife.
After the thick ashtray collided with the machete, it immediately broke into countless petals and fell to the ground. The machete also changed its direction and plunged into the coffee table with Lin Kun's legs with a clang, directly smashing the pure ashtray into pieces.
The wooden coffee table has holes, and its power is evident.
"Lin, please die!"
Zhang Jin jumped up to the railing on the second floor, and then jumped directly from the second floor. With a bang, his height of nearly 1.8 meters and weight of 1,780 kilograms trampled a coffee table.
, the moment when the coffee table is stepped on
, with a fierce force on his feet, his whole body seemed to turn into a tiger and leopard, and rushed towards Lin Kun. The black short knife in his hand shook off a layer of knife flowers in the air.
, covering Lin Kun with overwhelming force.
Swish Swish Swish
When the blade fell, Lin Kun dodged and jumped up from the sofa. The black machete struck the sofa, immediately chopping the fabric sofa into countless pieces.
Zhang Jin pulled out the machete stuck on the coffee table, overlapped the two daggers, and struck Lin Kun with a series of moves.
The blade roared with murderous intent. Zhang Jin's muscular face showed endless murderous intent and determination. He had been a second-line general under Zhou Dian for five years, and the man in front of him was the one who jumped to the first-line rank in one fell swoop.
Stepping stone, this man must die tonight!
Lin Kun stepped back calmly, took a deep breath from a cigar in his mouth, and puffed out a cloud of smoke.
"Ahem"
Zhang Jin fought so hard that he choked on the smoke and coughed twice. After he waved two machetes to clear away the smoke, a big hand suddenly grabbed him by the neck. At an extremely fast speed, a virtual...