"What the hell, who asked you to make a fire and cook here!"
The courtyard of the farmhouse was originally peaceful and harmonious, but suddenly there was a burst of commotion at the gate, and a young man with a pot head in the lead was seen, carrying a watermelon knife on his shoulder, roaring loudly into the courtyard.
Behind Jarhead were seven or eight young men, who looked to be in their early twenties at most. Each of them had cigarettes in their mouths, their necks tilted, and they had a killer demeanor.
The little guys Chengcheng and Geng Lele who were playing near the entrance of the yard looked towards the door curiously. These little guys were not afraid. Chengcheng looked innocently at the young man with the pot head and asked: "Uncle, we are at home.
I was cooking in my yard, why do you look so angry?"
Jarhead waved the watermelon knife, and the dusk light fell on it, shining brightly with gold. It looked very scary, and said loudly: "Little one, you have nothing to do here, get out of here and let your adults speak."
As he said that, Jarhead pointed his watermelon knife at the chefs who were standing in front of the stove cooking in the yard, "I'm asking you to stop, do you hear me?"
The masters who were shaking the ladles all seemed to know these young men. There was fear on their faces, but they did not stop shaking the ladles in their hands. When they stopped, no matter what was being stir-fried in the pot, they were all fried.
Confused.
"Uncle, what you just said is wrong. Why is it none of my business? This place belongs to our family. In the future, my parents will pass it on to me. This is called inheritance from father to son. You come to my house and yell.
, and brandishing a knife, I want to call the police and let the police uncle handle it, the police uncle specializes in catching bad guys."
Chengcheng said with a pure face, and the attitude on his face was not timid at all and was very firm.
Geng Lele stood beside Chengcheng, the little girl's beautiful big eyes were full of admiration.
Chengcheng turned back to look at Lele and said, "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."
Liu Xiaogang, Su Youpeng, and Sun Yang were also standing with Chengcheng.
Chu Jingyao and other adults saw someone coming to make trouble. They must be gangsters from the village near this farmhouse. They heard that there was a new owner here and wanted to make some profits.
The adults were originally going to deal with it, but when they saw that Chengcheng and the other little guys were handling it in a decent manner, they sat down temporarily.
It’s rare for a child at such a young age to be so courageous and responsible.
"Hey, little one, you talk so much nonsense. Believe it or not, I will chop off your fingers!" Jarhead waved the watermelon knife in his hand again. (One Zero)
"Don't believe it."
Chengcheng shook his head and said: "Uncle, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. My father hates people threatening me and my mother. Now I have another sister, you just said you want to cut off my
Fingers, my dad will come over later and will remove your arm."
"Ci'ao, you little melon kid, you haven't even got all your hair yet. You can make a pretty loud noise. I want to see today if your father is really capable of this. Do you think I am..."
"Little brother, what happened?"
Jarhead was about to walk into the yard with a watermelon knife on his shoulder, when Lin Kun came over.
"Who the hell are you!"
The young man with the jar head tilted his neck and breathed out through his nose. He glanced at Lin Kun, then at Chengcheng, and without waiting for Lin Kun to answer, he said: "Needless to say, one look at your appearance and you will know that this braggart is you.
What's wrong, my son just finished blowing the cowhide, and now it's your turn to blow it too?"
"Ha ha……"
A group of young people behind Jarhead burst into laughter.
"My son likes to joke, but he never brags. In addition, my son is a very kind child. What he just advised you is for your own good." Lin Kun said with a smile, with a harmless look on his face.
Geng Jundi and others stood aside from a distance, looking at these young people with a funny look.
"cut……"
Jarhead made a disdainful sound, looking at Lin Kun's somewhat thin body, "What's the matter, you can really take off my arm? I live diagonally across from your farmhouse, and the owner of this place, Zhong Fugui, owes you
I have never been given the money for the land, no more than 130,000, no less. If you are wise today, please hand over this money to me quickly, otherwise..."
"How about it?"
"Don't even think about doing this business. The road in front of your farmhouse must pass through our door. The annual road toll is 50,000, so we have to pay it too!" Guo Jiahead said coldly.
"Give me money!"
"If you don't pay me, don't even think about it. Pack your things and get out as soon as possible!"
"Don't force our brothers to take action!"
…
A group of young people behind Jarhead also started making loud noises.
"One hundred and thirty thousand plus fifty thousand, the total is 180,000, right?" Lin Kun said with a smile and walked out of the courtyard gate.
"You did a good job in arithmetic in elementary school. Hurry up and get money for me!" Jarhead said loudly.
"How much is one of your arms worth?" Lin Kun said with a harmless smile.
"What are you..."
"ah!"
Before Jarhead finished speaking, he immediately turned into a scream. His left arm drooped down, and a layer of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead in pain.
"Does it hurt?"
Lin Kun asked with a smile. (Zero One)
"It hurts, it hurts..."
"It's just a simple dislocation. Just push it up and it'll be fine."
Lin Kun said, grabbing the young man's arm and raising his hand, he heard a slight 'bang', and Jarhead's arm immediately returned to normal.
Jarhead's face was stunned for a moment. Sure enough, the pain was gone. Then a cold light flashed in his eyes. He swung the knife in his right hand and struck at Lin Kun.
As soon as the movement was triggered, the sharp blade cut through the air in an arc and struck Lin Kun's ear. If it really hit him, Lin Kun would definitely turn into an ear.
.
Lin Kun smiled slightly, and the hand holding the pot lid head's left arm shook downwards...
Bang!
Clang…
Two sounds sounded almost at the same time. The 'crack' was the sound of the young man's left arm being dislocated again, and the 'clang' was the sound of the watermelon knife falling to the ground.
"ah!"
The screams slowed down for a moment, and there were more beads of sweat on Jarhead's forehead.
"Does it hurt?" Lin Kun asked with a smile.
"It hurts, it hurts..."
"That's good."
Lin Kun's hand moved up again, and Jarhead immediately stopped screaming, but before he could take a deep breath, the sound of 'Gaba' sounded again...
Scream, bang, scream again, bang again...
After a few times, Jarhead started sobbing and looked at Lin Kun with sorrowful eyes, "Brother, can you...can you stop playing with me..."
As he said that, he turned back and cried and cursed at the group of brothers he had brought: "Are you all dead? Come on...do it!" (To be continued)