As the noble young prince of Prince Jing's palace, he has no habit of bringing money with him when he goes out, and he doesn't need it anyway.
The drunkard man looked a little ugly, "Young man, you are fooling me! How can a young man like you go out without money!"
"If I say no, I won't. Get out of the way, good dogs don't block the way!"
Jun Buli pursed his lips and spoke coldly and venomously.
"Little bastard, you are quite arrogant, I want to see if you have money or not!"
The drunkard man cursed angrily, and grabbed Jun Buli's back of the neck with his big, thick hand like a chicken, while the other hand went into his arms unceremoniously.
This is a blackmail, so I plan to rob it!
It’s too late to say it, but it will be soon——
Between the sparks of carbide!
Like lightning, Jun Buli dodged his attack easily, walked around to the side of his arm, raised his little hand high, and slashed the drunkard man's wrist joint with a knife!
"Crack--" a sound of electric current exploding.
"Ah——" The drunkard man howled in pain and almost burst into tears.
His tall and strong figure staggered back, and when he subconsciously looked down, he found that the bones of his left wrist had been split open by this brat, and his sallow skin was even torn apart by the lightning spiritual power.
Blood immediately flowed out from the wound.
"Are you coming again?" Jun Buli stood there, his small figure looking arrogant and indifferent befitting his age. He raised his eyebrows and his eyes were full of contempt and disdain.
It’s so shameless to openly rob children!
"Little beast, I will kill you!!"
The muscles on the drunk man's face twitched violently, and his drunken eyes became fierce. He pulled out the sword from his waist with his right hand and slashed at Jun Buli with one strike!
Whoa!
The iron broadsword is heavy and heavy, and when it is chopped it brings up a gust of wind.
The little guy's figure was completely shrouded under the blade. He looked extremely small and thin, as if he was about to die under the knife in the next second!
Jun Buli smiled coldly and contemptuously, turned sideways and nimbly dodged the blade. His small figure was nimble and fast. He rushed close to the blade and immediately ran into the arms of the drunkard man.
"What..." The drunkard man has not yet reacted.
Jun Buli suddenly clenched his small fist, carrying a crackling electric current, and punched the drunkard man three inches below his navel!
"Ouch!!!"
This punch really killed the drunkard man!
His eyes suddenly bulged, veins on his forehead jumped, and he felt so painful that his soul was rising to the sky, and he broke out in cold sweat.
Jun Buli still felt it was not enough, so he raised his little foot and kicked him hard. The kick made the drunkard man kneel on the ground, his hands tightly covering his crotch, and his whole body shrank into a ball in pain.
"Ouch——" The drunkard man howled in pain, and in the severe pain of his soul ascending to heaven, life was worse than death.
Only then did Jun Buli retreat, patting the dust on his robe with his small hands, snorting haughtily, his eyes shining slightly.
The tricks his younger brother taught him are really useful!
Specializes in hitting key points, the effect is amazing!
Seeing that the drunkard man had lost his fighting ability, Jun Buli didn't bother to argue with him, and said coldly: "Don't let me meet you again next time!"
With that said, he hurriedly walked towards the street, looking around, looking for the whereabouts of Rolling Stone.
But at this moment, a fierce light flashed through the alcoholic man's bloodshot eyes. He suddenly turned around and hit Jun Buli's back with a fist as big as a bowl!