Rebirth of the Huhuapi Shao

The direction where Hang Tian was leaning forward was exactly where the Fourth Young Master was. Wang Zhi was hitting Hang Tian in a circle. Maybe he didn't think too much. The last kick was on Hang Tian's back, kicking Hang Tian forward.

The position of the Fourth Young Master.

Hang Tian's body was about to lie on the ground. Suddenly, he pushed his hands hard on the ground. Hang Tian's body magically flipped forward and grabbed the knife around Lin Zhongming's neck.

The man who was holding a knife to Lin Zhongming to threaten Hang Tian looked at his hand inexplicably, and the knife in his hand was actually gone.

At this time, Hang Tian's body fell to the ground, holding the blade of the knife in his right hand, and Hang Tian's blood dripped sparsely along his fingers and onto the ground.

Hang Tianhao did not hesitate, and kicked the two people behind the fourth young master with a bang of his feet, and then moved his body quickly, swish, swish, swish! Four sword rays followed, and all the ropes binding the fourth young master were cut off.[

At this time Zhou Lun reacted and lowered his body to grab something under the table.

And the arrogant Wang Zhi, who was scolding and beating Hang Tian, ​​might have been frightened when he saw Hang Tian's Niucha's quick and neat movements, so he actually turned around and ran out the door.

Hang Tian's eyes flashed with a cold look, and he threw out the knife in his hand.

Ah... With a shrill scream, Wang Zhi fell to the ground with a thud, and Hang Tian's knife happened to be stuck on Wang Zhi's right ankle.

While Hang Tian threw out the knife, he turned around and kicked the table.

Ah... Another cry of pain, but this one came from Zhou Lun, because the table happened to be sandwiched between Zhou Lun and the wall, and Hang Tian's feet were on the table.

These movements were almost all done at the same time, and Hang Tian was almost at the extreme speed.

Hang Tian looked at Wang Zhi, who was sitting on the ground, clutching his legs and wailing, and said in a stiff and cold tone: "I told you, you can't save your feet."

At this time, several Zhou Lun's men were about to rush towards Hang Tian, ​​but the Fourth Young Master stood up and stood in front of Hang Tian.

Hang Tian sneered, and when he exerted force with his feet, Zhou Lun howled in pain, which made all Zhou Lun's men stop and look at their boss, Zhou Lun.

"Boss Zhou Lun, right? Do you still want two million? Otherwise, I will remove an arm or a leg from you and give you another two million?" Hang Tian looked at Zhou Lun with a painful expression and sneered.

Said like that.

"Oh...ahem...no...I don't want it anymore, I don't want anything else." Zhou Lun's chest was stuck on the table, and his uneven breathing caused difficulty in speaking.

Hang Tian smiled relaxedly and said, "Well, you don't want this, but it's not that I won't give it to you. In this case, we are guests after all, so we have to trouble Boss Zhou to send us out."

Hang Tian glanced at the Fourth Young Master, who walked up to Wang Zhi understandingly. The four of them surrounded Wang Zhi and kicked him violently. Then Lin Zhongming grabbed the handle of the knife inserted in Wang Zhi's ankle and kicked him.

He pulled it out with force.

Ah...a high-decibel howl came from Wang Zhi's mouth, which was so miserable that his face was twisted in pain.

Hang Tian's knife had already severed Wang Zhi's hamstring, and when Wang Zhi was sent to the hospital, he probably wouldn't be able to take him back in time. Hang Tian said he would do it if he couldn't save his foot, but this Wang Zhi

Zhi was so complacent and arrogant. But at this time, he already knew that Hang Tian meant what he said, but he knew it too late.

Lin Zhongming held a knife and pointed it at Zhou Lun's neck.

Hang Tian put his feet down, and then Shen He and Fang Xingwen lifted the table away, exposing Zhou Lun's entire body.

I saw Zhou Lun holding a gun in his right hand, but his body was stuck by the table and his arms could not be taken out, so the gun became a decoration.[

In fact, Hang Tian didn't know that Zhou Lun was holding a gun. At that time, he only saw that Zhou Lun was looking for something under the table. Hang Tian subconsciously kicked the table and stuck Zhou Lun.

Hang Tian walked over and picked up the gun in Zhou Lun's hand, then sneered sarcastically and said: "The classic old style 54 pistol is a fucking imitation."

After Hang Tian finished speaking, he held the gun with one hand. He saw Hang Tian's hand flipping rapidly, clanging, clanging, clanging! The pistol turned into a pile of parts and fell to the ground, including the slide, slide seat, recoil spring, hammer, etc. Hang Tian removed the pistol parts from the empty warehouse hanger with one hand, and Hang Tian grabbed the clip and put the parts into his pocket one by one.

Hang Tian's move not only shocked Zhou Lun and his men, but even the Fourth Young Master was stunned. Is this thing still a gun in Hang Tian's hands? It's just a toy, just scrap metal.

"Let's go. Boss Zhou is so hospitable and wants to send us out personally. Then the four of you must hold him up and prevent him from accidentally tripping and scratching his neck on the knife." Hang Tian looked at Zhou Lun's horrified look. , said with a slight smile.

Hang Tian walked in front, and the fourth young master held Zhou Lun at the back and walked behind. Zhou Lun's men all followed carefully.

When I walked out of the office building, I don't know whether someone informed me or it was just a coincidence that three people dressed as boxers walked over with their muscular upper bodies naked.

One of them still had a bandage on his head, and there was blood in the middle of his forehead. Hang Tian had to admire Fang Xingwen, this throw was so accurate, it hit the middle of his forehead.

When the three boxers saw Zhou Lun being held hostage, they all got into fighting stances and stared at Hang Tian who was walking in front.

When Hang Tian saw the boxer with a bandage on his head, he became very angry and cursed: "Look at you, you have a white bandage on your head and a big red circle in the middle of your forehead. It's just you." Damn, the dress of a bandit-legged son of an island nation. I don’t know why, but looking at the dress of the eight clans of your island king makes my fists itch."

The boxer was stunned for a moment, his eyes actually rolled up, and he seemed to want to see for himself. He didn't even think about whether he could see his forehead.

When Hang Tian saw this stupid look, he cursed again: "Look at you, you are so stupid. Do you want to try to see if you can lick your own dick with your tongue? All the little bastards in the island country are like this. You masturbate in groups, and even masturbate in groups. They occupy a big rock on the sea to become an island country, and they also want to take away the fishing place of our country. Damn it, the people of our country can spit on it. I'll drown you. Damn it, why don't you have a big earthquake under the sea and sink your little island, and feed you all to the bastards?"

The boxer Langtou was scolded by Hang Tian. He was almost smoking. His face turned red. He didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed of being mistaken for an island countryman. He didn't care about Zhou Lun's life or death and cursed loudly. : "I am not a guest of honor, not the king of the island."

After the wolf head finished speaking, he quickly rushed towards Hang Tian. Seeing him gnashing his teeth, he was really angry.

A note to readers:

Sorry friends, I am an angry young man in this chapter, but I am really angry. If you are a descendant of China, just collect it. If you are not, forget it.