It was Zhang Long who used the knife in his hand to push away the weapons, as easily as he was slapping a mosquito.
Immediately afterwards, the back of the knife faced the enemy, without any fancy movements, just the simplest chopping.
One after another people fell down.
Seeing Zhang Long getting closer and closer to him, He Ming couldn't sit still.
John wanted to stand up, but was glared at by Zhang Long. His feet were as if they were filled with lead and he couldn't move at all. He reflexively recalled the things that happened when he provoked him before, and they were still fresh in his memory.
He Ming couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
"You...what do you want to do?"
There was no expression on Zhang Long's face.
"I want to kill you."
The five words came out of his mouth lightly, but they weighed on He Ming like a mountain. His pupils shrank to the extreme and his heart beat violently. At this moment, it seemed that there were only two of them left in the world.
.
He saw the knife raised high.
"ah!"
He Ming turned around and was about to run, but before he could move his legs, a pair of big hands held down his shoulders.
Immediately afterwards, when he realized what had happened, he felt pain all over his body. He was speechless and felt that all his internal organs had moved.
Then there was a sweetness in the throat.
A mouthful of blood spurted out without warning.
When he regained some consciousness, he realized that he was no longer in the same position as before.
The long mark on the ground was shocking to him, and then he remembered that his face was burning, and the screams echoed throughout the camp, making people shudder.
"It hurts?"
The next second, Zhang Long stretched out his hand to pinch his head and lifted him up.
That painful roar is almost beyond the capabilities of a human...
No one dares to plead for mercy.
The nosebleed suddenly was like a faucet being turned on. His eyes protruded, and all the blood vessels on his face burst. He Ming's mind went blank, with only one word left: "It hurts!"
This excruciating pain made him feel like his head was about to burst!
Zhang Long seemed to be a different person, his eyes were full of jest, and the pleasure of revenge made him look like a killing machine without any emotion.
I hate betrayal the most in my life, being betrayed by the person I trust the most! It’s unforgivable!
The hands exert force unconsciously...
"Zhang Long!"
The moment Bai Wenwen's voice penetrated into his ears, Zhang Long was stunned.
Only then did he realize that He Ming's face was covered in blood, his eyes were bulging out, and he was struggling feebly.
A cold sweat broke out on his back, and he retracted his hand as if it was pricked by needles.
He Ming fell to the ground like a stone, coughing helplessly.
Zhang Long looked at him, his heart skipping a beat.
What happened to me just now?
It seems that because there is no legal restriction and there is no need to bear any responsibility for beating people, this method has become the only way to solve the problem in this wilderness.
What is the difference between this and barbarians?
Afterwards, the anger in Zhang Long's eyes gradually disappeared.
He Ming calmed down a little.
"Ahem...please...please don't kill me! I'm useful to you!"
oh?
It seems there is an unexpected harvest.
Zhang Long squatted down.
"Tell me about it."
Three words made He Ming see the hope of life.
He crawled over and hugged Zhang Long's feet.
The aloof aura and contempt for everyone except him collapsed in this moment.
"They... ahem, they are also trying to build boats. Boats made of wood will not be affected. They have many people and are professionals. It won't take long. As long as you are willing to hand over the food to them, they will
He took us with him."
After He Ming gritted his teeth and said this, he coughed crazily.
He didn't stop until he coughed up a bunch of bruises.
Suddenly he laughed for no reason.
"I have been fighting with you for so long, and I didn't expect that I still lost."
Zhang Long frowned.
What He Ming said was somewhat contradictory. In addition, if the rescuers had only arrived on the desert island not long ago, such a thing could indeed be believed.
But in the wilderness before us, survival is the only rule of the game, and it is difficult to guarantee whether the current rescuers are still awake.
If the situation is good, then this is indeed a good thing. Otherwise, it will bring devastating disaster, and death may become a luxury.
If he was alone, he could give it a try. After all, the probability was only 50%. However, now that he had to bet 50% of so many people, he had to think carefully.
What's more, He Ming is not a fool. Before launching the attack, he must have moved almost everything in the granary.
Zhang Long thought this and stood up.
"Okay, I understand. He Ming, let me tell you one last time. You respect me three points, and I respect you one foot. If you offend me even if you offend me, you will not be able to live in peace even if you become a handful of ashes!"
He Ming's pupils shrank to the extreme, the hairs on his back stood up, and he nodded crazily.
He had no doubt about Zhang Long.
Because this man always does what he says...
"It's your turn."
Zhang Long's eyes were on John.
Rao was a man of iron bones, but he was so frightened that he burst into tears at this moment. He was walking around helplessly, holding his head in his hands, and talking string after string in his native language. He looked so pitiful.
But no one sympathized with him.
As Zhang Long approached him step by step, his heart was beating like a drum. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and fell to his knees with a plop.
"Zhang, I was wrong, I'm sorry, I...I am also useful to you."
Having said this, I kowtowed directly to him.
"Really, I promise you that if you say one thing in the future, I dare not say another thing. Really, I will never do this again. I swear, please, please let me go."
Zhang Long stepped on his red hair and cut off his hamstring without mercy with the knife in his hand.
His hands subconsciously resisted, but before he could do anything substantial, he felt a coldness on his shoulders.
Steaming blood splashed on the ground, like a pair of wings.
Inhuman screams sounded.
This move frightened several women into covering their eyes and crying.
Zhang Long wiped the blade of the knife on his clothes with an expressionless expression, and finally put the scabbard away.
Lifting his red hair, she said two words in his ear.
"late."
Then he dragged him outside the camp.
The screams were getting farther and farther away, but they gradually amplified in the hearts of everyone present.
At the same time of fear, an inexplicable sense of security came over me.
Zhang Long may be too violent in dealing with these things, but he protects them every time and is a qualified leader.