He Zhenzhong stretched out his hand, patted He Tianming's chubby little face, and said, "If he bullies you, you have to deal with it yourself. Do you understand?"
Xiao Tianming gritted his teeth and waved his fist, "Okay.↖Academy he he66.◎"
He Zhenzhong smiled, squatted down, put him down, and laughed, "This is the son of my god of death. Go ahead. If the sky falls, I will support you with your father, hahaha."
On the other side, a dozen Swiss agents also surrounded the guy who was so scared that he wet his pants.
"Although this is Switzerland, don't doubt it. He will definitely have more than a hundred ways to make your life worse than death. Do you understand?" The guy in the lead looked serious and snorted, "So, you know what to do?" "
The guy was drenched in sweat, and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yes, yes."
"Afterwards, I want you to leave here and go as far away as possible, do you understand?"
"Yes Yes."
Looking back at the tiger-headed He Tianming, He Tianming had already been led over by He Zhenzhong. The leading agent felt extremely weird anyway. A little kid who couldn't walk very steadily wanted to challenge a grown man. Then, a flash of light flashed in his eyes. With a look of shame and anger, the God of Death really deceived people. They admitted that the God of Death was indeed a mess, but what could the son of the God of Death be capable of? He thought that he could defeat it with just one finger.
"Go ahead."
"yes."
The guy walked over fearfully and stood opposite He Tianming. He had lost all the arrogance and ferocity he had before. It wasn't just him, it would happen to anyone else. How could this little kid be the son of the God of Death?
Looking at the scene in the middle, the surrounding Swiss people were almost grinding their teeth. Are they so unbearable? That damn guy actually sent a two or three-year-old brat out. This is humiliating them.
Jiang Xiaoyu and others also had weird expressions on their faces. Although the little kid looked like the God of Death and had the same personality, he was only so big after all. How could he beat that guy? Could it be that the God of Death wanted to kill him? To use his power to suppress others and let his son beat that guy to vent his anger?
"Let's get started, son, get in."
As He Zhenzhong's voice sounded, Xiao Tianming clenched his small fists, shouted "Yeah, yeah." He yelled twice, then staggered towards the guy and rushed towards him.
Poof, poof.
The surrounding Swiss people all laughed, with sarcasm on their faces. Did that damn Chinese really think he was a god? He would be a master as soon as he gave birth to a son? Look at that little kid, he can still walk. It's unstable.
Jiang Xiaoyu and others simply closed their eyes and turned their heads, unable to bear to look directly.
Only Lina stood beside He Zhenzhong, clenching her fists, and constantly cheering for her son. No matter what, his son would always be the best and most powerful in the eyes of his parents.
He Zhenzhong had a faint smile on his face, as if he wasn't worried at all.
"Yeah, bad guy, I'm going to beat you."
Seeing Xiao Tianming rushing towards him, the guy didn't dodge or dodge. What strength does a little kid have? Even tickling him was not enough. He glanced secretly at the God of Death standing next to him. How dare he take action? He could only endure it. Let that little brat get over his addiction, let him calm down, and then let him go.
call.
Xiao Tianming's little fist like lotus root knots hit it.
Boom.
A slight voice came over.
However, the guy's eyes widened instantly, and he felt a sharp pain in his knees. With a flash of his feet, he knelt on the ground with an uncontrollable thud, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
A pair of eyes stared at He Tianming in horror. Where did this little kid get such strength? Was it an illusion? At that moment, he felt as if he had been hit hard by a hammer.
Sure enough.
But the people around him were not surprised, as if they had known this result for a long time. They had no choice but to let that little kid's father be the God of Death. Who dared to really fight back?
The agents nodded. This guy was quite good. From their point of view, the kneeling action was impeccable, and the pained expression on his face and the frightened look in his eyes were very real and well acted.
Very good, it should be able to satisfy the God of Death, right?
After the guy knelt down on one knee, a happy smile appeared on Xiao Tianming's chubby little face, as if he was relieved. After all, he still had the temper of a child. "Yeah." With a sound, his little fist shook.
wave.
boom.
The guy's face changed sharply, but he was too slow to avoid it. Xiao Tianming's fist fell on his face. Immediately, a huge force surged over him, mixed with severe pain, and hit him like a tide.
His nerves came out. Huh, he tilted his head, and with a pop, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
It's not an illusion.
It's that little brat.
The guy's eyes almost popped out, and his face was full of horror. This little kid didn't have such strength before, but now it felt like he had been punched hard by an adult.
In a short time, this little brat became so powerful? He trembled, turned his head, and caught a glimpse of He Zhenzhong standing on the side. He was even more panicked. It must have been this Chinese god of death. It must have been terrible.
Well, no wonder he let this little brat come and beat him up. This was not an act at all, but really meant to beat him up.
lifelike.
So realistic.
The Swiss people around were all sighing. That guy's performance was so perfect, without any flaws. Could it be that he had learned it specially?
Moreover, the secret agent leader secretly gave that guy a thumbs up. He performed so well that he even vomited blood. It's time for the God of Death to get rid of his anger. In this case, he can avoid a lot of trouble.
However, when he saw that scene, the guy was lying on the ground and almost crying. Damn, he really wasn't pretending, but he was really beaten to death by that little brat until he vomited blood. If he continues like this,
I'm afraid his life is in jeopardy.
"Yeah yeah."
Seeing Xiao Tianming screaming and rushing over, the guy's body trembled. He is a little bastard. No, he must not continue to endure it like this, otherwise he will be disabled even if he doesn't die.