reborn as a god

Ouyang doesn't want to just kill them now, that would be too cheap for them. Ouyang wants everyone to know that from today on, no one can mess with him or his family. Anyone who dares to mess with him will

Pay the price.

"You, what do you want us to do?" Huang Mao, who just spoke, said stutteringly. Although he was very arrogant, he still understood the saying that a good man will not suffer the consequences in front of him.

Ouyang smiled, very happily.

"What do I think? You asked this question very well, very well." Ouyang clapped his palms, "I just heard that each of you said that you are very good at fighting. Then how about you and me?

Let's have a fight with my men. If you win, I will let you go. If you lose, hehe..." Ouyang omitted the following words, stared at Huang Mao and laughed, Huang Mao laughed so hard that goosebumps stood up all over his body,

I felt like I was being watched by a wolf.

"Then what if we lose?" Another gangster asked next.

Ouyang blew out a smoke ring, flicked it away, pushed up his glasses (combat power detector) and said: "If you lose, of course I will let you go, but each of you will keep an arm."

Seeing that these people on the other side are all tall and powerful, even a fool knows that he will definitely lose, "We are not competing, what can you do to me. Are there so many people here afraid that you will kill us?"

The young gangster who looked to be the youngest must have been quite courageous. He could still say such a thing when he was surrounded by others.

The other four girls were almost so frightened that they were speechless. If it were not for the support of the boys beside them, they might not even be able to stand now.

Ouyang smiled coldly, "Humph, it's okay not to compete. Just admit defeat and leave you an arm and a thigh each. As for whether you dare to kill you or not, you can give it a try."

In fact, just when he surrounded Xiaoyi Food Stall, Ouyang had already used a small spell to prevent the people who saw him from calling the police or meddling in other people's business. So now even if Ouyang shoots and kills them,

No one will stop it.

However, Ouyang's heart was still relatively soft. Seeing that the four pretty girls were so frightened by him that they couldn't stand still, he said: "I won't embarrass you four, you can go." After that, he asked the bodyguards.

They made a way for the four girls to leave.

The young gangster who just spoke, who seemed to be the youngest, saw that Ouyang was about to let these four women go, and he quickly prepared to follow them and leave.

However, just when he reached Ouyang and the bodyguards, a pistol was suddenly pressed against his chest.

It was Wang Bing who put the gun against his chest.

"Hey, boy, I think you don't want to live anymore, right?" Ouyang gestured to Wang Bing with his eyes, and Wang Bing suddenly pushed his knee into the little gangster's abdomen. With Wang Bing's combat power reaching more than 1,000

A master of fighting, although this attack did not use too much force, it still made this little gangster fall to the ground with foam at the mouth and unable to stand up.

Looking around, he saw a pot of boiling oil frying on the gas stove on one side. Wang Bing had a cruel smile on his face. He walked over and picked up the frying pan, and slowly

He walked over to the little gangster who was lying on the ground and wailing.

The hot boiling oil was poured mercilessly on the unfortunate young man's crotch and face.

"Ah——" Miserable screams came from the bottom of the gangster's throat.

"Drag him aside and put him here to take up space." Ouyang still had the same smile.

A bodyguard came over and dragged this man from the ground, who was probably going to be disabled in the future. Regardless of the fact that he was still screaming in pain, he directly dragged him to a corner.

Ouyang flicked the cigarette that was almost burning to the end of his hand far away, patted his hand and said, "Is there anyone else who doesn't want to hit me?"

None of the remaining six gangsters answered.

Just kidding, they are not idiots. If they lose, they will only be left with one hand, which is much better than having both hands and feet broken off.

Seeing that no one was objecting, Ouyang continued: "Since no one is objecting, let's start." Ouyang pointed at a mercenary bodyguard from Germany, "There should be no problem in solving them within thirty seconds."

"Boss, I only need twenty seconds to deal with them all." The mercenary from Germany said confidently.

"Okay, if you can get rid of them within twenty seconds, I will reward you 500,000, plus 10,000 for every second less." Ouyang said.

Hearing what Ouyang said, the other mercenaries who were not singled out by Ouyang showed envy in their eyes.

This is too easy. It is too easy for them to kill six ordinary people in twenty seconds. These five hundred thousand are really very profitable, these mercenaries thought in their hearts.

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Ouyang turned his head and said to the six gangsters: "As long as you can sustain it for twenty seconds, I will still let you go."

"Do you mean what you say?" the yellow-haired gangster asked. Even though six people could beat one person without seeing him, he still had the confidence to hold on for about twenty seconds.

"Of course, I, Ouyang, always mean what I say. Besides, there are so many people here who can bear witness for you." Ouyang said.

The yellow-haired gangster looked back at the five companions behind him. Seeing the other five nodding, he said to Ouyang: "Okay, this is what you said."

As he spoke, he took off his clothes, revealing the tattoos on his body, and the other five people also took off their clothes one after another. Not to mention, these six people really have some muscles. But now they are showing off their muscles in front of these mercenaries.

It feels a bit like Guan Gong is playing with a big knife in front of him. Although this metaphor is not appropriate, it is also true.

The German mercenary had a look of disdain on his face, and then walked to that station easily, waiting for Ouyang to say start.

Ouyang looked at his watch. When the second hand reached sixty, Ouyang suddenly shouted: "Start."

(Next chapter: Creating brilliance)

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