Live Broadcast: I Am The Master Of Flirting!

"Let him go! He's not yet a minor!"

"Haha, it doesn't matter. He matures early and knows a lot!"

"Let go of my brother!"

Tong Jincheng rushed forward and punched one of the gangsters in the face, knocking him to the ground.

The young girl took the opportunity to escape.

"You brat, you dare to ruin our good deeds!" The gangster cursed, holding his stomach, then stood up and rushed towards Tong Jincheng, "Brothers, kill him!"

The others all attacked him.

"Jingle Bell--"

Tong Jincheng's cell phone rang.

18 He took out his mobile phone and answered the call. The voice of the bodyguard captain was on the other side: "Master, are you okay?"

"It's okay. You continue to investigate and find the murderer as soon as possible." Tong Jincheng hung up the phone.

His expression was cold and stern, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his whole body exuded the chill of killing, like a cheetah in the dark night.

At this time, Jin was surrounded by seven or eight men.

They were holding steel pipes, wooden rods, iron bars, etc., and stared at Tong Jincheng eagerly, as if they could pounce on him and beat him up at any time.

"Ha, you're pretty cool!" A gangster with dyed yellow hair snorted coldly, "You know? I've been doing this professionally for more than ten years, and you still dare to confront us head-on. You're tired of living, aren't you? "

Tong Jincheng didn't speak. He put his hands in his pockets and his eyes were burning.

"Brothers, kill him, chop off his limbs, and throw them into the river to feed the fish!" the gangsters roared in unison.

"Wait a minute, don't rush to take action yet!" The yellow-haired man shouted to stop, "This is the girl I fell in love with first! I haven't had enough fun, and you want to rob her?"

The gangsters looked at each other, but they didn't mean to be angry.

"Okay, since the boss likes it, it belongs to the boss!"

Huang Mao smiled with satisfaction, "Let's go out for a late-night snack first, and leave this place to the boss."

"okay!"

"Go, go, go!"

Several gangsters surrounded Huang Mao and walked out.

Before Huang Maolin went out, he suddenly turned around and asked Tong Jincheng: "Boy, what's your name? If you kneel on the ground and call daddy three times, I will consider sparing you!"

Tong Jincheng sneered and said nothing.

"Damn it! If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink wine as a penalty!" Huang Mao got angry and raised his hand to hit Tong Jincheng in the face!

Tong Jincheng grabbed his arm and broke it with force. With a click, Mao's right arm was broken!

"Ouch————"

"Fuck you!"

"Hit him for me!"

After a while of crackling, Tong Jincheng knocked down six people by himself.

He gasped and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He raised his eyes and glanced around.

The furnishings in the room were extremely luxurious, but in a messy state. The curtains were torn, the sheets were torn, the tables and chairs were broken into pieces, and the walls were covered in blood.

"Little brat, how dare you hit me? Do you believe that I let someone take your turn? Do you believe that I cut off your dog legs? | Huang Mao lay on the ground in 893 holding his broken arm, crying out in pain.

Tong Jincheng squatted down and pinched his throat: "I'm not afraid to tell you that my father once served as a special forces soldier. Do you believe it or not, I will break your neck now?"

"I don't believe it..." Huang Mao's eyes widened.

Looking at the handsome face in front of him, he felt as if he had encountered a ghost and was scared to death.

"Don't believe it?" Tong Jincheng snorted coldly, and suddenly strengthened his hand, "Crack!"

Huang Mao stared at Tong Jincheng with wide eyes, and finally closed his eyes unwillingly.

The other five gangsters were all frightened and sat slumped on the ground, trembling.

"Get lost." Tong Jincheng spat out one word indifferently. .