This guy has lost a lot of weight compared to the last time I saw him. He is even thinner than Da Kui. He feels like he has been a professional sperm donor for several months.
"You guys dare to break into the holy land of the pagoda and steal the sacred objects. Kill them." This text looks like he is afraid that others will not know that he is avenging his private revenge, and his expression is very twisted.
I don’t know what happened to this thing? Didn’t we just send him to the hospital last time? As for this virtue?
Behind him were more than a dozen lamas, and these lamas rushed over in a swarm.
Da Kui and I clenched our fists and rushed forward to fight with these lamas. According to Wen Tu's appearance, if we caught a few of us, we would probably be killed.
Although this group of lamas are Buddhist believers, they have not received professional fighting training like the police. And I don’t know if they have watched too much TV. They fight with punch after punch, and they are very disciplined. At first glance, they really look like martial arts masters.
But when it comes to fighting, he's really good at it.
Dakui didn't say anything else. This guy hit these lamas on the chest with his fist. The lamas fell to the ground in pain and screamed, and couldn't get up for a long time.
I don't think Dakui is that strong. In fact, the lamas who came with Wen Tu this time are simply not on the same level as the eight guys last time. These lamas all look young, probably in their twenties.
Sometimes there are advantages to having more people, but there are also disadvantages, that is, they all hold the same idea: These guys are thugs who steal sacred objects, and they may not be very powerful. Anyway, there are so many of us, and I can’t go there.
, the same goes for others.
This kind of thinking is the same as when we help an old lady who fell down. What if we go to help the old lady and the old lady pulls her and says that she knocked her down? And they all think, anyway, if I don’t help, someone else will.
So although these guys were in a large formation, not many of them took action, they just yelled from the side.
How could I be as brave as Da Kui? There was no point in using dirty tricks like monkey stealing peaches. Soon, I knocked down three lamas around me.
These three lamas all took advantage of my monkey-stealing peach trick. They covered their own balls and rolled around on the ground, screaming. Four people also fell down next to Dakui.
For a time, not one of the lamas in the room could catch up.
In fact, I understand now that I used to watch TV and see that after the protagonist killed several people by himself, a team of hundreds of people became afraid and did not dare to join.
At that time, I felt that the director was a fool and had no brains, but actually thinking about it carefully, this kind of thing is similar to what I just said. Everyone has a fluke mentality. If they feel that if they don’t succeed, someone else will, so why bother to rush in and suffer it yourself?
How about some injuries?
Wen Tu was panting with anger from behind. He took out a dagger from his hand, pushed away the people around him, ran up and stabbed me in the chest with the dagger.
Wentu's eyes were full of murderous intent. I quickly ducked to the side and dodged this moment. Wentu kicked me in the chest, and I took several steps back due to his kick.
When Dakui saw that I had been kicked, he picked up a stool from his feet and hit Wentu on the head.
Wen Tu just kicked me several steps back, and he was probably still feeling upset. As a result, the wooden stool in Dakui's hand was smashed to pieces. I don't know whether it was because the quality of the chair was too poor or because Dakui was really using his strength.
It was very violent, anyway, a stream of bright red blood flowed from Wentu's forehead.
"Son of a bitch." Wen Tu touched the blood on his forehead and his expression became even more ferocious.
I am also very confused. Although Wentu wanted to harm us before, it was only because he wanted to take Mima away. And although he said he had conflicts with me before, I can still connect Wentu with the master, but now
, this guy is completely a thug who just wants to kill people. How can he still have the master demeanor he had when we last met?
Wen Tu punched Dakui on the temple, and Dakui fell to the ground with a plop and fainted.
"Fuck." I cursed, rushed forward and was about to continue my conversation with this Wentu, when suddenly a lama walked in at the door of the hotel. This lama looked to be about twenty years old, very young, and quite handsome.
His skin was also a little pale. He had a gun in his hand. As soon as he came in, he pointed the gun at me and said, "Don't move."
As soon as I saw it, I immediately didn't dare to move again. I didn't want to try whether this guy was holding a real thing or a fake one.
"Wen Mian, who asked you to help?" Wen Tu turned around and cursed at the young lama: "I have to kill these three guys with my own hands."
This guy named Wen Mian just looked at Wen Tu with contempt and said: "You, a person whose Dharma was cut off by the Dalai Lama, have no right to deal with them."
After saying that, Wen Tuduo walked up to me with a smile on his face, threw the pistol to the ground, clasped his hands and said to me: "Zhang Lingfeng, Mr. Zhang, right? Wen Tuduo offended you just now, I'm here to help him give you some
I apologize, and I hope you three will come with me, I don’t have too much ill will."
"You didn't have any malice and you just used a gun?" I frowned.
"It's just a last resort. I've always hated using such rude things." Wen Mian seemed to have a mysophobia. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the hand that had just held the gun, looking like a sissy.
To be honest, I would rather fight a guy like Wen Tu than interact with this guy named Wen Mian. It's not because he's a bit of a sissy, but this guy is definitely not what he looks like. Generally, this kind of guy,
Very scheming.
"I don't have to go with you. I have something urgent to do when I return to Chongqing. I will definitely pay him a visit next time I come here." I cupped my hands and prepared to help Dakui on the ground and leave.
Unexpectedly, Wen Mian said: "Are you going back to find your girlfriend? If you miss her, I can bring her over at any time. Believe me, it's just a phone call. It's very simple."
"You are threatening me." When I heard him mention Zhao Shanyu, I stared at him with my eyes fixed.
Wen Mian said with a slight smile on his face: "I said I have no ill intentions. To be honest, although the thousand-year-old snow lotus you stole is precious, we can also find several in Tibet. Let me tell you directly. My real purpose
It's him."
As he spoke, Wen Mian pointed at Dakui lying on the ground.
I quickly stood in front of Dakui and warned: "Whatever you want to do, just do it to me. Don't even think about having any ideas about my brother."
"That's what you guys are like." Wen Mian frowned and said, "Zhang Dakui is the person designated by the Dalai Lama to meet. I can't go into details. If you want to leave with that guy named Hong Zhuo, I will send you a plane right away.
Go back to Chongqing."
"My brother's business is my business." I shook my head and vaguely felt in my heart that the purpose of this tattooed man coming to us this time may be because of Dakui's identity in his previous life.