The owner has come to find the owner, which is equivalent to saying that he has stolen the goods together. Normally, a gangster would run away at this time. But Jin Yankuang is not an ordinary gangster, but a veteran of the Jianghu. He has a treacherous face and a dark heart, and his hands are also quite cruel.
.At this time, not only was there no timidity at all, but his expression changed, and he looked at Xue Wusuan fiercely and said, "Are you looking for the wrong place? Who the hell took your things?"
"That's right! Get out of here if you know what's going on, or I'll break your legs."
"Did you hear that? Get out of here!"
Three people, three mouths, all yelling and cursing. Not only did they not admit that the brooch on the table was stolen by them, they also threatened to break Xue Wusuan's legs.
Xue Wusuan was no stranger to this method for a long time. He even used it when he was a gangster. As the saying goes, "showing off" is like this. If you are caught stealing, I will scare you and make you retreat.
By the time you call the police or something, they will have already run away. And if someone like Jin Yankuang is really cornered, they will be killed. Ordinary people really don’t need to fight with such a bastard, because it’s not cost-effective.
"You want to break my legs, right? Come on." Xue Wusuan said, walking up to the three of them, dragging the chair over and sitting down, with his legs on the table, as if he was really ready to let the other party break him.
The legs are the same.
"Holy shit! You're so damned that I don't dare!" A man on the left yelled, picked up the chair at hand, rounded it up, and hit Xue Wusuan's legs with a click. The chair was broken, but the legs were still fine.
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"What about you? Don't you want to try smashing it too?" Xue Wusuan asked the man on the right with a smile. But the latter was stunned. With his legs on the table like this, the chair was smashed, but his legs were still fine.
Son? Who has seen such a thing?
Knowing that they were facing a tough idea, the three of them touched their waists and each of them took out a dagger, while Jin Yankuang took out a pistol and pointed them all at Xue Wusuan.
"Boy! You have some skills, don't you? How can you do it? Try to see if you can bear the bullet?" The man who hit Xue Wusuan with a chair just now felt that he had shown the guy and the gun. Xue Wusuan should give up.
Right? He was so proud that he was about to slap Xue Wusuan's face with his hand. But before he could do it, his wrist hurt, and then he saw his whole palm falling off from his wrist and hitting the ground with a thud.
First he screamed in fear, his legs became weak, and he collapsed on the ground. Then he went to pick up his palm, but found that Xue Wusuan stepped on it, and then twisted his foot, and the broken palm turned into a
Meat sauce!
"Ah!" It took two seconds for the severe pain to come, and my heart was shocked and furious. "Boss, shoot! Kill him! Kill him!"
No one paid attention to them. Jin Yankuang and the other person were just like wooden stakes, motionless, not even blinking an eyelid.
He knelt down and picked up the dagger that fell on the ground. Xue Wusuan looked at the man with the severed hand seriously and looked panicked when he realized something was wrong, and said: "When I came in before, you said you were my father, and then
You said you wanted to break my legs, and now you want to kill me. Guess how I will deal with you if you speak so openly?"
"Spare me! I, I was wrong! Brother, don't, don't, ah!"
Before he finished speaking, the screams started again. The man's second palm also fell to the ground. It was still crushed by Xue Wusuan's foot.
He kindly helped the unfortunate guy who had fainted from pain by pressing acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, so as not to cause him trouble if he died. Then he sat back on the chair, picked up the brooch on the table, and looked at it. Fortunately, it was not damaged at all.
. Then he turned and looked at the two wooden figures beside him.
"You guys should choose the same thing. Do you want no hands, or no ears, eyes, nose, tongue, etc. Of course, you can also want no legs." He waved his hand, and the two people beside him could speak, but their bodies still couldn't move.
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"Brother! You don't remember the faults of villains, we admit our defeat!"
"Yes, yes, we admit our defeat. Just give us an explanation and we will do it. We will do it!"
Are you kidding!? What kind of method is this? Immediately immobilize him! And he cut off someone's palms without blinking an eyelid. This method, this kind of heart, is so evil!
Jin Yankuang is more clear-minded. He has seen strange people with similar methods. Those people call themselves monks, and the one in front of him must be the same. But the monks he has seen are not so cruel. He knows it.
This time I bumped into an iron plate with nails on it. What a bad luck!
Swearing someone, showing off a gun, and just admitting defeat? Although Xue Wusuan didn't dare to kill anyone here, he couldn't be so casual.
"Don't choose? Then let me help you choose. You make a living by touching money, so I'll leave you my hands and feet. Just don't ask for your two ears."
The dagger in his hand flashed, and his four ears landed on the table.
"Okay, let's forget about what happened before. Let's talk about something else." Xue Wusuan resumed the activities of the two people as he spoke, and did not even take away the gun in Jin Yankuang's hand.
Holding back the severe pain, Jin Yankuang squatted on the ground and quickly retracted the gun from his waist, not daring to show it again.
"I heard you say "magic weapon" before, please make it clear."
Jin Yankuang said quickly: "Brother, that brooch of yours is not simple! The Yin Qi is condensed on it, and there is a faint majesty coming out from it. In addition, the material is special, invulnerable to water and fire, and can not be damaged by sharp objects, so it is probably a great thing.
magical weapon."
"Hey magic weapon, do you know magic weapon?"
"Brother, you are just joking. How do I know this? I just did business with the monks and know a little bit about it, so please don't make things difficult for me." Jin Yankuang felt so bitter that he couldn't express it. It was all his fault.
Damn it, otherwise how could I get into this kind of trouble? I just want this vicious person to leave quickly, but he is staring at his two ears on the table. Maybe he can be picked up by taking him to the hospital quickly?
Xue Wusuan asked again: "Do you still know the monks? Tell me, what kind of business can you, a tomb robber, do with the monks?"
"Brother, I really didn't lie to you. I always come across some magical artifacts when I rob tombs. The monk himself is also studying how to forge magical artifacts, so he often buys some magical artifacts buried with me from me to study."
"Say name."
"I, I don't know! I only know that his surname is Wang, and his Taoist name is: Sprite."
Damn it? There are still people with such a Taoist nickname?
"Where is his contact information?"
"No. He contacted me directly. Brother, please forget about it. Can you, can you let us go to the hospital?"
Xue Wusuan nodded, held a cigarette in his mouth, stood up and left. He got the brooch back and asked all the questions that needed to be asked.
When they got downstairs, the nervous middle-aged woman nodded and bowed and sent Xue Wusuan out of the door. The screams from upstairs had scared her to death.
Returning to the rental house, she picked up Zhou Huiru's cell phone and dialed Guo Tianjian's number.
"I'm Xue Wusuan. Well, please help me look up a monk named Wang with the Taoist nickname "魍鉉". Hmm? Do you know? That's good. Come to the flower shop tomorrow. I have something to ask."