Lin Kun stepped forward, not wanting to give Wu Yue a chance to breathe. He didn't have murderous intentions, but that didn't mean he didn't have other violent intentions.
In the past, Peng Jiawei relied on the old man in front of him and his relationship with the eldest son of the Mao family to give Zhu Zhenggang a slap on the ear at the August 1st gathering of the third generation of red generations in the imperial city of Yanjing. Zhu Zhenggang was naturally disliked, but the slap on the ear made him feel uncomfortable.
It hit his face, but it also gave the Zhu family a loud slap in the face. If this tone is not used today, it will definitely not be Lin Kun's style of doing things.
then……
Next, in full view of the public, Lin Kun let everyone present see what real tyranny and violence is. He was slapped one after another. He was originally a good boss, but half a minute ago he was full of energy, looking like an invincible master.
, but now he was beaten so badly that even his own mother might not recognize him.
Come on...
Old man Wu is so old. If he really wants to invite his mother to recognize him, he has to go to Maoshan to invite someone to do the ritual and invite his mother up from the Yama Hall.
After being slapped with a big ear scraper, Lin Kun started kicking again, kicking Wu Yue away with a volley kick, followed by a series of big kicks, and the blood in Wu Yue's mouth spurted out wildly.
If this momentum continues, it is estimated that the heart, liver, spleen and lungs will be spewed out.
Lin Kun stopped, and Wu Yue lay limply on the ground, his body trembling from time to time, like a dead dog.
The whole place was in an uproar, and the air was filled with thick blood. Du Long's body was still kneeling there. Xiao Huihui and Xiao Haidongqing had also been beaten to pieces by the servants of the Shen family. The two little guys'
He also has some injuries on his body,
The remaining servants of the Shen family did not dare to take action for the time being. In this situation, they were not fools. Moreover, even fools could see that the invincible young man in front of them was simply a pervert.
skill.
The kung fu skills of these servants were all taught to them by Du Long. When fighting alone, they could only reach an average level. They were able to compete with Ba Zhi and Long Da just now because of their tacit cooperation.
Long had been killed, and Wu Yue had been beaten to the point where he was almost unable to fight back and even lost half of his life. If they didn't want to die, they had no choice but to stop.
Mr. Shen's face was extremely embarrassed. Shen Qiu, who had looked confident just now, was speechless at this time. A thick layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead. His body could not help but tremble, and his neck turned stiffly.
He looked at Peng Jiawei.
Peng Jiawei's face was expressionless at this time, but hidden under this expressionless face was his determination to kill. His hand slowly moved out from behind, holding a pocket pistol in his hand. Shen Qiu noticed
After this move, his face was obviously shocked, but he didn't say anything.
Lin Kun walked up to Wu Yue. Wu Yue raised his head with a stiff neck. His eyes were filled with unwillingness and fear as he looked at Lin Kun. The corners of his mouth dripping with blood opened and he said: "Boy, I underestimated you. If I
If I use my full strength from the beginning, I won’t necessarily lose to you.”
"It's a pity, there are no ifs in this world." Lin Kun looked cold, raised his foot and stepped on Wu Yue's hands.
Click...
The sound of broken bones, crisp and terrifying in the sunlight, Wu Yue's loud scream, and the pain of having his bones crushed by force cannot be described in a few words.
Lin Kun's feet stepped down on Wu Yue's legs again. His feet seemed to have gathered a thousand pounds of strength at this moment. After one step, let alone human bones, even the bones of dinosaurs could be broken.
.
Being stepped on by Lin Kun, Wu Yue's hands and feet were completely disabled. Even if he can return to normal in the future, he is just an ordinary person. It is absolutely impossible to be as powerful and invincible as before.
"Go to hell!"
When everyone was shocked and surprised, Peng Jiawei raised his pistol and walked quickly towards Lin Kun. The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at Lin Kun's head. As soon as he pulled the trigger, Lin Kun's head would explode.
it took.
But just when Peng Jiawei had the intention of killing him and was about to pull the trigger in his hand, his face suddenly turned cold, and he stood there as if he was under a immobilizing spell.
The eight-fingered short-barreled shotgun had been raised, and the double-row barrels were aimed at Peng Jiawei's head. As long as Peng Jiawei dared to shoot, his head would immediately turn into a puddle of mud without waiting for the next second.
Lin Kun turned around, looked at Peng Jiawei, smiled faintly, took a cigarette from his pocket, lit the lighter with a click, took a deep breath and blew out a big smoke ring.
He walked up to Peng Jiawei, and Peng Jiawei backed away nervously. As he backed away, he said, "Don't come over here. I'm warning you, if you come over again, I'll shoot you!"
Lin Kun opened his big hand and directly grabbed the gun in Peng Jiawei's hand. Peng Jiawei shouted, "I'm going to shoot! I really want to shoot, I want to kill you!"
The shouting was quite loud, but the trigger was never pulled. At this time, Long Daxiang and Ba Zhi also came over, and Ba Zhi pressed the double-row short-barreled shotgun to his forehead.
Lin Kun grabbed the pistol in Peng Jiawei's hand and put it to the center of his head. He smiled and said to Peng Jiawei: "Shoot, don't you want to kill me? I will give you a chance. As long as you dare to shoot, I, Lin Kun, will
I accepted my fate."
"You, you, don't force me. Don't think that I really don't dare to shoot. Even if I kill you, your two men won't dare to do anything to me. I am the third generation of the Peng family. If they kill you,
I, the Peng family...the Peng family must..."
"shot!"
Lin Kun shouted loudly: "If you really have the ability, beat me to death. If you don't have the ability, just give in!"
Peng Jiawei was so frightened that he trembled all over, and the expression on his face became ferocious. He fiercely pulled out the pistol pointed at Lin Kun's head, then raised it and pointed it at the sky. Three shots were fired, making him fly away.
A group of sparrows settled on a tree in the distance.
Snap!
Lin Kun slapped Peng Jiawei hard on the face, causing Peng Jiawei to scream in agony, staggered, and the pistol in his hand slipped away and fell to the ground.
Peng Jiawei's body was unstable and he was about to stand firm on his feet. Lin Kun followed up with another big mouth slap, and Peng Jiawei's thin-skinned and tender cheeks suddenly swelled up.
Lin Kun said in a calm and authentic tone: "The slap just now was for someone who was slapped before. This slap is from me to reward you. Don't think that just because you are a third-generation red is great. You don't have that real ability. Just
You have to admit it obediently, but I will tell you this today, because I am going to trample on you, Peng Jiawei, in front of all the rich and famous people in Dongshan Province!"
As soon as Lin Kun finished speaking, Mr. Shen on the side picked up the pocket pistol that Peng Jiawei had dropped, raised it, pointed it at Lin Kun's back, and was about to shoot, shouting: "My old man, once
At your age, one life is worth trading for another. Go to hell, kid..."