Zhang Jin watched the virtual shadow slap, and a big hand grabbed his throat. He quickly waved the machete in his hand, trying to block the hand, but in the end he was a little too slow, and there was a sudden blow at his throat.
It was so tight that for a moment he felt as if he was being held by an iron rope. The strong pressure almost crushed his throat.
The two knives in his hands were swung halfway, but they could no longer be swung. The smell of death was so clear for a moment, and he looked at Lin Kun with his eyes wide open.
Just a moment ago, the wanton murderous aura in his eyes was still leaking out, but now it turned into deep fear and horror.
The moment he rolled his eyes and almost suffocated, he knew that he had underestimated the enemy, but it was too late. If Lin Kun's hand was even slightly stronger, his throat would feel like it was being crushed...
Lin Kun raised his arm slightly, and Zhang Jin's feet immediately lifted off the ground. His already flushed face turned purple. The two machetes in his hands could no longer be held, and there were two clanging sounds.
It fell to the ground.
Zhang Jin struggled desperately, grabbing one of Lin Kun's big hands with both hands, trying to break open the iron-like tight band, but everything was in vain. Just when his eyes were dizzy, he was about to lose consciousness.
, Lin Kun's big hand suddenly loosened, and he fell to the ground with a bang.
Lying on the ground and gasping for air, Zhang Jin only had one thought in his mind at this time, it felt so good to be able to breathe.
After he took a breath, his body felt comfortable, and his consciousness regained consciousness, he got up angrily, opened his fist and wanted to attack Lin Kun, when a cold blade suddenly touched his neck.
The knife was his knife. In the past, he had used his pair of black iron machetes to chop down countless people. However, at this time, his own knife was wiped on his own neck.
The blade was sharp and exuded an icy aura. Zhang Jin suddenly froze, not daring to move at all.
Zhang Jin rolled his eyes, glared at Lin Kun, and said unconvinced: "Lin, if you can, kill me. I underestimated my enemy just now. I deserve it!"
Lin Kun smiled slightly, took a deep breath of the cigar in his mouth, suddenly raised the short knife on Zhang Jin's neck, threw it in the air, reached out and grabbed the back of the machete, and then handed the handle to Zhang Jin.
gold.
Zhang Jin was stunned, looked at the handle of the knife and then raised his head to look at Lin Kun, "Lin, are you looking down on people too much?"
Lin Kun smiled slightly, "Don't you say you underestimated the enemy? Then I will give you another chance. Within three moves, if you can even touch a hair on my head, you will win."
"You're so crazy!"
Zhang Jin gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "So what if I win?"
Lin Kun smiled and said: "You can do whatever you want, I won't fight back."
Zhang Jin snorted coldly, "Okay, then I will help you. I will first cut off your hands and feet later, then cut off your ears, and then..."
"Stop dreaming, okay?" Lin Kun smiled disdainfully, "Hurry up, I'll give you three more moves, how about six moves?"
"Suffer death!"
The machete in Zhang Jin's hand slashed diagonally towards Lin Kun, and he sprinted over with his feet. The black reflection and the white light of the knife seemed to split Lin Kun's whole body in half.
Lin Kun stepped back calmly, and kicked another machete on the ground, knocking Zhang Jin. Zhang Jin staggered slightly, stretched out his hand to grab the machete, and cursed: "You surnamed Lin, you are too special."
You look down on people, if I don’t chop you to death today, I will be damned..."
Swish!
Before he could finish his words, he slashed at Lin Kun with two more knives.
Lin Kun still dodged calmly, and Zhang Jin's forehead was covered with a layer of sweat. He exerted almost all the power he could to the extreme, but the result made him feel desperate and angry.
The strength in his hand quickened, and Lin Kun also sped up, as if Lin Kun was always faster than him.
One move...
Two moves...
Three moves...
…
Soon the sixth move came. Zhang Jin roared and slashed down at Lin Kun with two machetes. This last move definitely used his strongest combat power.
However……
The ending is still tragic. Lin Kun just dodges seemingly easily, and his vision of combining two things into one suddenly comes to nothing.
The expression on Zhang Jin's face was slightly startled, but Lin Kun grinned, "Okay, Manager Zhang, it's my turn!"
Zhang Jin raised his eyebrows, and just as he was about to make a move, he faced a size 44 big-footed board and kicked it towards him.
Zhang Jin subconsciously wanted to dodge, but the result was the same as when he was grabbed by the throat. After all, he was a little slower.
There was a muffled bang...
"ah!"
Zhang Jin screamed in pain, and flew out in the air. The two knives in his hands were released again. The heavy damage to his chest made him feel that he was not kicked by a foot, but hit by a bulldozer.
.
at the same time……
Zhang Jin's heart was also full of despair. The tall and thin guy in front of him looked like a rogue. No matter how hard he tried, this guy was always one point better than him. This...
Call through!
With a muffled sound, Zhang Jin fell to the ground, and his huge body bounced on the ground twice before stopping.
Zhang Jin clutched his chest and forced himself to stand up. Lin Kun looked at him with a smile, "Manager Zhang, are you convinced?"
Zhang Jin gritted his teeth bitterly and said, "Although I lost, I don't accept it."
Lin Kun nodded with a smile and said: "It's easy to say, you are not convinced, right? Then I will waste some energy and beat you until you are convinced."
Lin Kun came over with a smile, looking harmless. Although Zhang Jin had a stubborn face, his heart suddenly trembled with fear.
Bang……
Lin Kun smashed his fist down, being careful not to hit him in the face. Although it only hit his shoulder, Zhang Jin felt as if half of his shoulder was smashed in an instant.
"ah!"
Zhang Jin screamed in pain, and Lin Kun immediately raised his big foot and stepped on him. After this fierce stomp, Zhang Jin suddenly lost his temper.
"I, I'm convinced..." Zhang Jin put his head in his hands and begged for mercy.
Lin Kun stopped and said with a smile: "It would have been better if I had persuaded him earlier, and I would have saved myself this trouble."
At this time, the younger brothers on both sides who were fighting fiercely stopped. To be precise, a group of younger brothers under Zhang Jin couldn't help but stop. The boss had been tortured to this point, and no matter how hard they fought, they would eventually lose.
The younger brothers from both sides all looked over. The younger brothers from Baifeng Sect had arrogant looks on their faces, feeling proud of their boss, while a group of younger brothers under Zhang Jin were deeply surprised and timid.
Zhang Jin's strength is well-known in Giessen City, especially the group of younger brothers under him, who have always been very confident in his strength, but today...
Lin Kun turned around and glanced at the younger brothers who were standing aside. Zhang Jin's group of younger brothers immediately started to tremble.
Zhang Jin supported his body and sat up forcibly. With blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he endured the pain and said: "The surname Lin is responsible for everyone's work. These things tonight have nothing to do with my brothers. Let my brothers go."