Lord God Investigator

The drunk man lowered his head and looked at the playboy and murmured: "It's strange. Although this man's nose is crooked, it's still not too ugly."

The dude gasped and tried to stand up.

But the drunkard's feet have come flying. He felt a sharp pain in his waist, and his facial features seemed to be deformed, and his mouth was full of broken teeth.

The drunk man nodded slowly and said, "This is better, but I can also make you better."

Hua Zhidao no longer felt angry, only fearful, and said in a trembling voice: "Why...why do you want to deal with me?"

The drunk man said: "Because she is mine, mine alone, not yours."

He sneered again and raised his fist, trying to make his colorful face look better.

A hand suddenly stretched out from behind and held down his arm. With just such a hold, he couldn't use any strength and his fist slowly fell down.

A person silently appeared behind him, silently blocking his punches. It must not be difficult to kill him silently.

In an instant, sweat spread all over the drunk man's body, all the alcohol smell dissipated, and he immediately sobered up.

He turned around suddenly and swept away with his kick, but it missed.

A young man stood there, looked at him with a smile and said: "Brother, don't be excited, I promise I won't beat you to death. If I beat you to death, I will be in big trouble."

The drunk man who had sobered up asked warily: "Who are you?"

The young man said: "My surname is Lu and my name is Renjia. It doesn't matter who I am, but do you know who the person you beat is?"

The drunk man glanced at the young man in red cloak who had been beaten beyond recognition and recalled it carefully, but he didn't know which martial arts family the young man belonged to.

He has sent people to check. Although the young man's surname is Hua, he does not have ancestors who are called Hua Wuque or Hua Manlou. He is just the son of a big businessman in the city. The big businessman only dared to crawl around when he saw him. .

The drunkard asked: "Who is he?"

The young man shook his head and said, "I don't know either, but I don't think he is a bad person, so I want to ask you, why did you hit him?"

The drunk man laughed and said, "Do I need a reason to hit someone?"

The young man also laughed and applauded: "Well said!"

Then he punched. This punch was not fast, nor was it an exquisite martial arts skill. It even had no change at all.

The drunkard instantly saw that there were eighteen flaws in this punch, and he could think of thirty-seven ways to break it, but the next moment he was hit in the nose, causing blood to flow out, and the nose was crooked on one side. , but it’s like opening a soy sauce shop, with salty, sour and spicy things all rolling out.

The young man stepped forward, grabbed the drunkard by the collar, and slapped him in the face. It seemed like a dojo was opening up in the whole hall, with chimes, cymbals, and cymbals ringing in unison.

The drunk man spun around in a circle, covering his beaten cheek, listening to the buzzing echo in his ears, and fell to the ground.

The young man was not going to let him go, so he stepped forward and sat on him, punching him in the corner of the eye. The edges of his eye were cracked, and black beads burst out, as if he had opened a colorful silk shop, red and black. , purple ones are about to bloom.

These three blows left the drunkard unrecognizable, a bit more miserable than the playboy, but as the young man said, the force was not enough to kill the drunkard on the spot.

The drunk man was pinned down, a double image appeared in front of his eyes, and he was dizzy. He gritted his broken teeth and said, "Why do you want to deal with me? Did King Wanpeng send you here?"

The young man said: "What kind of wild bird is King Wanpeng? Do you need a reason for me to beat you?"

The drunk man laughed miserably and said: "It's really not necessary. A person with your skills can hit whoever he wants! The person who gets beaten should also thank you for not killing anyone with one punch!"

The young man said: "I am a reasonable person, so I will give you a reasonable reason. I was walking happily, and suddenly I saw you beating a beautiful boy who I liked, and beat the pretty face to pieces. So I saw that you didn't like it, so I taught you a lesson for your uncle. Can you accept this reason?"

The drunk man nodded and said, "It's a very good reason. I deserved this beating!"

The young man also nodded and said: "It saves trouble to talk to smart people. Do you know what to do?"

The drunkard said: "I will ask the best doctor in the world to treat that young master's injury, then kneel in front of him and let him beat me up to vent his anger, and then give me an apology worth thousands of gold."

The young man stood up with satisfaction, wiped the blood from his fist on the drunken man's lapel, and left humming a song with his hands behind his back.

"Let's go when we say we're going... let's roar when the road is rough, and we'll take action when it's time to take action, rushing through Kyushu..."

The song came over, and the drunkard felt that the tune of the song was heroic, and it sounded like the tunes of local folk songs in Shandong, Henan, and Hebei. It was very worthy of the image of a rough and arrogant hero.

It's just that the young man who beat him up was not rough and arrogant. He felt like the combination of a cunning fox and a vigorous leopard, which was completely unworthy of this song.

He had never seen a fox that was more cunning than a drunkard, and he had never heard of a leopard that was more athletic than him.

Who is this person? Even if the old man stood in front of him, he would lose his glory and turn into an ordinary old man with a stooped waist and a big belly.

The drunkard didn't think so much anymore. He only knew now that no matter who the person was, what he told him must be done.

He stood up tremblingly, walked to Young Master Hua, and helped Young Master Hua up respectfully and carefully, like a young boy who was quick in his hands and feet and accustomed to serving others.

…

Xiaodie stood there, facing the brightly lit bustling street.

The red cloak she wore became more vivid under the light, and the colors were flying, just like the wings of a butterfly.

Seeing the young man walking towards her humming a song, she smiled. Her smile was beautiful, just like a little daughter-in-law who saw her beloved husband come home.

But her smile disappeared quickly, just like a flash in the pan. As her smile disappeared, the surrounding lights seemed to dim.

She frowned and said, "Why don't you kill him?"

Luo Feng said helplessly: "You may not believe it, but I didn't kill him to protect the peace of the earth and save the world."

The drunkard's name is Ryu Xiangchuan. He is the number one villain in the world of Meteor. He is a man who has become obsessed with Infernal Affairs.

The main god's alertness has reached 58% on the mission panel. As the number one villain, Lu Xiangchuan will increase the main god's alertness by 30% if he is killed by Luo Feng, directly entering the universal enemy mode.

If Luo Feng cannot hold back and kills one or two named plot characters in order to protect himself, the main god's alertness will reach 100%, and he will launch a world-destroying blow, or a meteorite will hit, or a solar storm will erupt abnormally. Or a tidal wave of gamma rays swept through, and the earth was destroyed in an instant.

It's just that when Luo Feng lies, others tend to believe him, but when he tells the truth, few people believe him.

Xiaodie cried, crying till the pear blossoms were wet with rain.

When a beautiful girl cries in front of a boy, the boy will often be at a loss and will unknowingly agree to all the girls' requests.

She cried and said: "Even if you don't beat him to death, you can force him to kneel down and apologize to a stranger, why don't you force him to let me go? Don't I still have that beautiful boy in your heart?" important?"