Cultivation Teacher's Life Record

Boyah didn't even raise his head when he heard this. He just lowered his head and slowly cut the steak with a knife. The cut of the steak was still a trace of blood, just like his eyes at this time, which had a trace of blood.

Boyach was never willing to treat his stomach badly at any time, and he also did not like others to interrupt his meal at any time.

But before Boyach's knife could cut off the steak, he suddenly felt his vision go dark, and then there was a pressing force coming down from the top.

Boyah was startled, and he hurriedly raised his foot and kicked hard on the table, trying to avoid the heavy black object pressing down on him, but he was still a step too late.

"Bang!" There was a sound, and the dark heavy object pressed heavily on his body, but it was a black man like him.

The chair beneath him could not bear the weight of the two men at all, and it suddenly fell apart with a "crash" sound.

As soon as the chair fell apart, Boyach was completely pressed to the ground, with a dark face staring at him with a pair of frightened black and white eyes.

"Samba!" Boyach screamed the name of the personal guard pressing on him, while reaching out to push him away.

But before he could push Samba away, a young fair face in sharp contrast to their dark skin came into his eyes.

If it were in the past, Boyach would definitely have dismissed such a pretty boy, thinking that such a man was just a bitch compared to a tall and burly African black cow like him. But at this moment, Boyach had a flash of light in his eyes.

A look of panic.

Because Samba was a master he had selected from thousands of pirates. He was strong and had accurate marksmanship, but at this moment he was pressing on him like a dead pig.

"Chinese boy, I admire your courage. But don't you think it's stupid to do this? There are at least fifty guns just outside this house. I think if you touch me, they will definitely not mind shooting you.

It's like a hornet's nest." Although Boyach was a little flustered, he was after all a ruthless pirate leader who had seen blood. He did not lose his sense of proportion. Although he was still pressed to the ground, the tone of his broken English was very tough.

"Oh, fifty guns! Not bad! Why don't you try shouting?" Zhang Weidong graduated with a Ph.D., and his English was naturally not that bad. Hearing this, a cold light flashed in his dark eyes, and he stepped on Boya.

On He's face, he was carelessly playing with a stainless steel table knife that shone coldly under the afterglow of the setting sun, and said lightly

"Okay. Chinese boy, you win. I know you are here for those Chinese people, and I promise you, I will let them go immediately." Boyah didn't know why. When he saw Zhang Weidong's calm face,

The pretty boy felt an uncontrollable chill in his heart and shouted immediately.

"I can't tell. You are a person who knows current affairs. But unfortunately, I am not satisfied with your answer." Zhang Weidong said and crushed Boyach's face several times.

Although Zhang Weidong sympathized with the suffering of the Somali people, he would not have the slightest sympathy for a ferocious pirate leader like Boyach. If he had not considered killing Boyach, even the entire "Puntland Guard"

Even the entire Somali pirates have been uprooted. As long as the political situation in Somalia remains unchanged, Somali pirates will still pop up again like grass after the spring rain. He doesn't mind cutting off Boyach's head with a knife now.

But not cutting off Boyahe's head does not mean that Zhang Weidong will let Boyahe live a comfortable life. He dared to hijack a Chinese ship, and he dared to imprison the father who beat his own students. He must pay a price!

Being crushed hard by the cold soles, Boyach felt as if the bones in his face were broken, and red blood flowed out from his white teeth and onto the clean and smooth marble.

"Put down the knife!" Just when Boyach felt that all the bones in his face were about to be crushed into pieces, a slightly trembling voice suddenly sounded behind Zhang Weidong.

Behind Zhang Weidong, one of the two big-assed black girls who had been posing in front of Boyach was holding a pistol, with the dark hole pointed at Zhang Weidong's back.

Seeing the black girl's fingers slowly pulling the wrench, Boya Hepburn's face, which was somewhat deformed by the crushing, revealed a ferocious smile: "Chinese boy, if you don't want to die under that pretty girl's gun right away, please give me a hand."

Move your feet first."

"Really?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Weidong's lips curled into a disdainful sneer, and he gently moved his hand back.

With a scream and Boyach's horrified eyes, the gun in the black girl's hand suddenly flew away towards Zhang Weidong.

"What now?" Zhang Weidong was playing with a pistol instead of a knife this time, but his tone was still very calm.

"You, are you an Eastern wizard?" Boyach looked at Zhang Weidong playing with the pistol carelessly, cold sweat finally rolled down his forehead uncontrollably, and said with a look of horror.

"Oriental Wizard? Do you still have people like me here?" Zhang Weidong asked with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"No, no, I heard my grandmother say that when I was a child." Boyahe became even more frightened when he saw that Zhang Weidong did not deny that he was an Eastern wizard.

"It turns out I just heard about it." Zhang Weidong was a little disappointed when he heard this. He finally went to Africa, but he also wanted to meet the "monks" in a foreign country.

But soon Zhang Weidong put away the little disappointment in his heart, kicked away the nigger who was pressing on Boyach, then squatted down, showed a strange smile to Boyach and said: "Boyach

Sir, since you've heard of wizards, I'm sure you've also heard of spells, and you'd be happy to know their power."

Seeing the weird smile on Zhang Weidong's pretty face, even though Boyach was a murderous pirate king, all the hairs on his hair stood up at this time, and he trembled and said: "Honorable Eastern Wizard, no matter what request you make,

I promise you, please, let that damn spell go to hell, I don't want to see its power at all!"

"Really? I think you will like it." The smile on Zhang Weidong's face gradually faded when he heard this, and then he gently touched his body with his fingers and mumbled a few words in a pretentious manner.

"Mr. Boyach, I hope you will like this wonderful spell." Zhang Weidong retracted his fingers, then slowly stood up, with that weird smile on his face again, but his eyes were cold and ruthless.

Even if he didn't kill a pirate king whose hands were stained with blood, Zhang Weidong would never let him go so easily.

When Zhang Weidong finished speaking, Boyach's pig-killing voice immediately began to ring in the restaurant.

Boyach's black body rolled crazily on the ground. Black blood vessels bulged on his neck and forehead, and large beads of sweat came out of his body like rain, making him wet in the blink of an eye.

Through his snow-white robe.

Seeing Boyach's expression of agony, the two black girls and Samba, who was lying on the ground like a dead pig, all had expressions of horror on their faces, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Now Zhang Weidong's pretty face is more terrifying in their eyes than the devil in hell.

Boyach's pig-like screams quickly attracted nearby guards. In less than half a minute, three men armed with AK submachine guns had already rushed in. They saw Boyach rolling on the ground and the dining table was in a mess.

They were startled at first, and then they all pointed their guns at Zhang Weidong.

Zhang Weidong smiled coldly when he saw this and waved his hand. Before the three pirate guards could recover, all the submachine guns in their hands had flown up and landed in front of Zhang Weidong's feet. Zhang Weidong lightly stepped on the submachine gun, and then

Crush, all the submachine guns were shattered and scattered on the ground.

When the three pirate guards saw this, they were all dumbfounded.

Just when the three pirate guards were dumbfounded, three more pirate guards rushed in and pointed guns at Zhang Weidong. Of course, the end was the same.

"Mr. Boyach, your men are very rude! I think if someone points a gun at my head next time, you will roll on the ground for the rest of your life." Zhang Weidong trampled all the second batch of guns away.

After that, he said lightly to Boyach who was rolling on the ground.

Boyah was originally tortured to death by thousands of ants, but when he heard Zhang Weidong's words, he suddenly shuddered, and then suddenly shouted hysterically in a hoarse voice: "Everyone, please get out. If anyone dares to rush in again,

, I asked Samba to stab his asshole with a submachine gun!"

The six pirates looked at the pile of scrap metal at Zhang Weidong's feet. Their scalps were numb and their hearts were beating with fear. They wished they could turn around and leave this place filled with the terrifying atmosphere of hell. After hearing this, they hurriedly turned around and walked out.

"Please close the door." Zhang Weidong said calmly.

Hearing Zhang Weidong's words, the last pirate walked trembled. He stopped abruptly, then turned around and carefully closed the door, just like a conscientious hotel waiter.

"That's pretty much it." Zhang Weidong looked at the door being gently closed with a satisfied smile on his lips.

In the past, in China, Zhang Weidong was afraid that his young heart could not restrain the destructive power brought by his super powers, and gradually lost his true nature. He always carefully controlled the murderous intention and anger in his heart, and would only be able to bear it when he couldn't bear it or the other party was too hateful.

When the time comes, Zhang Weidong will take action to deal with it. Over time, Zhang Weidong felt that his hands were tied. But today, in the pirate den, Zhang Weidong found that he did not have any psychological burden when using these methods. He felt like a bird released from the cage and free under the blue sky.

The feeling of flying.

When Zhang Weidong noticed this subtle change in his psychology, he was a little scared at first, but he soon felt relieved.

General Tang had fought bloody battlefields and killed countless people. Did he ever lose his true nature? No! Because he was killing enemies at that time, but when he faces his own countrymen today, he only has respect for life in his heart.

Now, he is facing ferocious pirates who are not his enemies, but are actually murderous pirates whose hands are stained with blood. It is very likely that there is Chinese blood among them. Even if the methods are cruel and the attacks are cruel, there is no need to have any psychology.

burden?

After figuring this out and watching Boyach writhing in pain under his eyes, Zhang Weidong finally truly experienced the pleasure of having life and death in his hands. At this moment, he was no longer the gentle and elegant man in China.

Most of the time, he is a stoic university teacher, but he is a real hard-blooded man!

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