Han Shixiao looked at the scene in front of him that didn't look particularly bloody, but made his scalp numb.
He was sincerely grateful to Brother Zhang for not killing him when they first met.
Such explosive power.
Such devastating lethality.
Did I still want to use violence to drive Brother Zhang out of Binhai?
That night, he couldn't even imagine how many times he had passed by King Yama.
Watching the seventh brother's leg being trampled off and his arm being crushed.
Huang Liujia was also a little confused.
The seventh brother's fighting ability is recognized by the royal family as fierce.
It is a terrifying existence that can crush Huang Liujia with just one finger.
But in front of Han Shixiao's most respected and beloved brother Zhang, he was simply a complete waste, with no room for even a struggle.
Bang!
Zhang Ruoyu raised his leg and kicked Huang Qimeng in the chest like a missile.
With just one kick, Huang Qimeng's soul was almost kicked out of his body.
His huge body suddenly hit the stone.
The whole body felt like it was falling apart.
"Stand up."
A cold, emotionless voice echoed through the night sky.
Although his voice was not loud, it penetrated the eardrums of everyone present.
It hits people's hearts directly.
Huang Qimeng spurted blood from his mouth and nose, and his internal organs felt like they were on fire.
My back was hit by a rock just now, and I must have internal bleeding...
The legs that were trampled to pieces were definitely not enough to support him to stand up again.
Stand on one leg and one hand?
How does he have to twist?
How much effort does it take?
He even had to punch his face into the ground to find his balance and stand up.
"Enough!"
Huang Laoer shouted angrily: "You want to beat my seventh brother to death?!"
"If I want to kill him, one punch is enough."
Zhang Ruoyu walked towards Huang Qimeng without looking back: "I just want to torture him."
"I need to vent my anger."
Zhang Ruoyu raised his leg and stepped on the same broken leg of Huang Qimeng with a fierce kick.
My legs, which were already painful and numb, felt again.
pain.
The pain was so painful that Huang Qimeng felt like a sheep was having an epileptic fit. His whole body was shaking violently, and his eyes and nose were all crooked.
"Maybe you won't believe me if I tell you."
Zhang Ruoyu twisted his feet and said with a cold gaze: "If I don't vent my anger on him, your royal family will not be able to bear it."
Look at Zhang Ruoyu's perverted methods.
Listening to Zhang Ruoyu's crazy remarks.
Several royal people trembled in their hearts, feeling intense fear and uneasiness.
They knew that Zhang Ruoyu had the background, connections, and energy.
However, the royal family is not afraid.
Also have the confidence to deal with it.
At this moment, their suffocation and twitching were purely due to the shock of Zhang Ruoyu's bloody methods.
How could anyone torture people like this?
Still torturing their own brother!
"If you want to quarrel, then quarrel; if you want to hit, hit someone."
Zhang Ruoyu glanced condescendingly at Huang Qimeng, who was in pain: "Why are you swearing? My wife has a name, a father, a mother, and a husband, so how can she become a bastard?"
"Did you make up the meaning of the word bastard in the dictionary?"
Huang Qimeng was unable to struggle, his martial arts spirit was shattered, and his inner pride and the dignity of a strong man were completely gone.
He suddenly felt that the wind tonight was so cold and biting.
"Brother Xiao."
Zhang Ruoyu turned around and glanced at Han Shixiao.
"Here!" Han Shixiao strode forward.
"Throw him into the sea too." Zhang Ruoyu opened his thin lips slightly.
"yes?"
The uncle's face changed again and again in an instant.
He was injured like this. If he was thrown into the sea, could he still survive?
Really heavy?
"Every day I hear you Binhai Gang shouting about "Shen This, Shen That," but I never see anyone being killed." Zhang Ruoyu said indifferently. "I will give you a sample tonight, and we will follow this standard in the future."
After careful consideration for two and a half seconds, Han Shixiao decided to carry out Brother Zhang's order.
Just die.
Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, it's time to repay godfather for saving his life!
The eldest uncle pulled Huang Qimeng's hair, plucked onions on dry land, and threw Huang Qimeng into the sea.
Right next to the pig cage, I became neighbors with my niece and nephew.
The bitingly cold sea water instantly woke up the seriously injured Huang Qimeng.
He struggled with one hand and one foot, and several dogs came to the pig cage. He held on to the pig cage with one hand and floated in the sea.
The dying niece Huang Shengnan struggled to crawl to the side of Uncle Qi, used his fingers to pry open Uncle Qi's fingers one by one, and then slid the pig cage to the side.
"You're committing murder!"
Huang Lao Er glared at Zhang Ruoyu.
"Weren't you murdering your nephews and nieces just now?" Zhang Ruoyu said indifferently. "Such double standards?"
The royal brothers were furious.
The atmosphere was depressing to the extreme.
But Zhang Ruoyu suddenly kicked the emperor's second son away.
Then he glanced at Han Shixiao: "Throw it down."
soon.
The second emperor was also thrown into the sea.
He wanted to swim to the shore, but his uncle knocked him down with a pole.
Several other royal brothers opened their mouths and did not dare to express any further opinions.
On the contrary, Huang Liujia came to Zhang Ruoyu's side cautiously and said with a trembling voice: "Brother Zhang, what are you going to do..."
"Help you." Zhang Ruoyu asked back. "Throw away all the people who oppose you to save your child, won't your child be saved?"
Huang Liujia was stunned.
Terrified.
Would you trade the lives of your brothers for the lives of your children?
Even when he was the most angry, he didn't dare to think like this.
"Go get someone." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "I just saw your daughter foaming at the mouth and convulsing all over."
After Huang Liujia heard this, he plunged into the sea with great strength and still managed to swim butterfly.
