Lin Kun's calmness and arrogance are all fake in the eyes of middle-aged men. In the eyes of middle-aged men, Lin Kun looks like he is only in his twenties, has a slightly thin figure, and is dressed in ordinary clothes.
Just like 90% of the young office workers in this city.
The shuttle bus stopped and people got off the bus. The middle-aged man followed Lin Kun closely, for fear that he would run away.
Lin Kun found it funny. If this middle-aged man didn't follow him, he might not be in the mood to talk to him, but if he followed him so shamelessly, it would be equivalent to sticking his face in front of him and letting him slap him. What is this called? This is called self-indulgence.
You will not live if you do evil.
After exiting the airport gate, the middle-aged man immediately grabbed Lin Kun. Not far away, he saw three or five tall Northeastern men coming over in a hurry. Several of them had expressions on their faces.
With murderous intent.
"Brother, is this guy disrespectful to you?"
When they came closer, the leader of the group, a big man, said in a hoarse voice that this big man was about 1.85 meters tall. It was not too much to say that he had a huge back and a strong waist. He was wearing a vest, his arms were covered with tattoos, and his neck was covered with tattoos.
The other men, all dressed like ruffians, surrounded Lin Kun in the middle.
The middle-aged man snorted proudly. The boy next to him handed him a cigar, and another boy handed him a lighter. He lit the cigar and held it in his mouth, squinting his eyes and looking at Lin with a proud look.
Kun said: "Boy, how are you? Are you scared?"
Lin Kun smiled half-heartedly, "The men in the Northeast are the most cheerful. If you want to take action, hurry up. Stop hanging around here and talking so much nonsense. Are you wasting your life?"
The expression on the middle-aged man's face turned cold, and the men surrounding Lin Kun immediately became angry. They pointed at Lin Kun's nose and scolded: "Boy, who the hell are you, how dare you do this?"
Rampant, believe it or not, I will peel off your skin right away, leaving you unable to survive..."
Before the man could finish speaking, Lin Kun glanced at him sideways and sneered: "If you don't brag, will you die?"
The man who was so angry immediately became choked and blushed.
Lin Kun glanced at several people and said: "Don't make a fuss if you can, but if you really do..."
Before he could finish his words, the middle-aged man greeted him and said, "Stop talking nonsense to him and beat him up!"
When the men around them got the order, they were ready to fight with open fists and kicks. The gangsters like them on the street liked this kind of group fights where they bullied the smaller ones. The beatings could be very exciting, and the odds of winning were infinitely close to 100.
Hundreds.
But just when they were about to take action, a loud shout suddenly came from not far away, "Ci'ao, I wonder who dares to take action, I will be the first to kill him!"
Then another loud shout rang out, "You paralyzed little scum, I'll give you a face, right? I'll kill you!"
The expressions on the faces of the several men surrounding Lin Kun were suddenly startled, and they couldn't help but turn around and look behind them. They saw two tall men running straight towards Lin Kun.
The murderous aura seemed to be about to explode, and it immediately shocked these ordinary gangsters in the market.
Bazhi and Long Daxiang made an appointment to pick up Lin Kun. Just now they saw Lin Kun coming out of the main entrance and being held by a middle-aged man. He thought they knew each other, but it turned out that it was this group of blind people.
How could I bear to attack him, so the two men came over angrily.
Bazhi and Long Daxiang are really not good at it. After a few steps, they came closer and started smashing their fists. It was okay for these four or five young people to bully ordinary white-collar workers, but under their hands
, it’s really like stewed tofu with cabbage flowers, without any resistance.
In the blink of an eye, five little minions were lying on the ground. The few people who were so proud just now were lying on the ground babbling, not to mention standing up and hopping, unable to stand up.
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The middle-aged man was confused. He was originally a businessman, and he kept a few gangsters under him, just to give him authority. He was engaged in real estate. The real estate industry was a huge profit, but he owed you money.
You have to be able to take it back, and if you encounter a house that is destined to be demolished, you have to be able to live in a state of shock.
Bazhi and Long Daxiang were about to deal with the middle-aged man. Lin Kun raised his hand to stop the two of them, looked at the middle-aged man, smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, and said: "How about it, I'm not bragging to you, right?
What's going on with you today actually doesn't matter much, but if you insist on holding on to it like this, then I have no choice but to be a bad person."
When the middle-aged man saw that Lin Kun was about to take action, his legs went limp, and he knelt on the ground with a thump. He looked up at a face that looked bitter and unattractive, and begged: "Brother, it was all a misunderstanding just now.
It's all a misunderstanding, I'm blind..."
Snap!
Lin Kun raised his hand and slapped the middle-aged man so hard that he staggered and fell to the ground with a bang. Then he said to Bazhi and Long Daxiang: "Teach him how to be a good person. The impression must be profound."
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"No, please help..."
The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with stars, his cheeks were swollen, and there was a thick smell of blood in his mouth, and the teeth on that side seemed to have been beaten loose.
Eight Fingers and Long Da fought against each other. It was really light. The middle-aged man had just finished his words of begging for mercy when he started punching and kicking him. In just a few breaths, the man was beaten until his nose was black and his eyes were swollen.
Awareness.
At this time, the airport patrol police had already arrived, but they still stood aside and did not come over. Few people noticed them, and no one noticed a girl wearing a peaked cap standing next to the police officers.
"Okay, don't beat him to death. Let's go back and investigate what he does. If it has anything to do with the Jianghu, people with such bad conduct should be less discredited by the Jianghu in the future." Lin Kun said calmly.
Bizhi and Long Daxiang responded together, and the three of them walked towards the parking place. Several policemen not far away never came to deal with the fight. It was not until Lin Kun and the other three got into the car that the policemen were late.
I rushed over half-heartedly, checked that the lives of the people on the ground were not in danger, and started calling an ambulance.
Long Daxiang was driving the car, and Lin Kun and Bazhi were sitting in the back chatting. Lin Kun asked them where Zhijian had gone. Bazhi laughed and said, "Kunzi, you are about to have a brother-in-law."
Lin Kun said doubtfully: "How do you say this?"
Prime Minister Long also laughed and said: "Lang Youqing is interested in concubine. What do you think will happen if these two people have been together for a long time?"
Lin Kun smiled and said: "Are you talking about Zhijian and Shiran?"
Eight Fingers said: "During the time you left, Zhijian stayed with Shiran every day. I think Shiran also had a very good impression of Zhijian, and they looked at each other with affection."
Long Daxiang immediately retorted: "Bago, you are going too far. You made this all up. The two of them should be in the stage of liking each other now, but this time they go to Dongshan Province to visit, maybe
There will be a spark of love, haha!"
When Lin Kun heard about Dongshan Province, his expression immediately changed, "You mean, Shiran and Zhijian went to Dongshan Province!?" (To be continued)