"Your baseball bat, isn't it made of sponge?"

Chen Jiang effortlessly snatched the baseball bat and slammed it on top of his head.

The other end of the baseball bat spun and flew up, and the leader's mouth opened wide, and I, the baseball bat, it broke!

The leader swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and his face turned extremely pale.

The rest of the people even subconsciously took two steps back, distanced themselves from Chen Jiang, their faces were no longer arrogant, and their eyes towards Chen Jiang were full of fear.

The remaining half of the baseball bat was still buzzing and trembling in Chen Jiang's hands, not to mention the gangsters, in fact, even Chen Jiang himself was stunned.

He looked calm as an old dog on the surface, but in fact he was about to be blown up by the ecstasy that was constantly expanding outward.

Could this be the legendary steel and iron bones, King Kong's incorruptible body?

Chen Jiang grinned nervously, unprecedented confidence enveloped him above his head, he narrowed his eyes, and locked firmly on the leader in front of him with his gaze. ....

Damn! It's all bullied to the doorstep, the uncle can bear it, and the aunt can't bear it!

Chen Jiang took a step forward, grabbed the collar of the leader, and with a light lift, the leader's feet were more than three feet above the ground.

The leader was worthy of being mixed up from a street fight, and he was stunned, and he quickly reacted to break Chen Jiang's thumb.

However, now that Chen Jiang's fingers were as muddy as iron casting, how could he be able to break them with his little strength?

Chen Jiang watched him struggle desperately under his hands with amusement, and suddenly there was a pain of being bitten by mosquitoes in his lower back. He turned his head in confusion, and just behind him, a thug of his age, holding a short knife with a curled blade, pale and panicked, staggered back.

Just now, that little gangster took advantage of Chen Jiang's inattention and stabbed him in the back. The result is obvious, Chen Jiangren is fine, but the knife is bent.

This scene was undoubtedly the last straw that broke the camel's back.

It's not that they haven't seen hard stubble, but it's the first time everyone has seen someone like Chen Jiang.

A knife can't be pierced! Is this still a human being?

They exchanged glances, and now it was important to run for their lives, who could take care of their own boss, so they didn't know who got up, and they ran away.

Want to run?

Chen Jiang's heart moved, and suddenly appeared in front of the courtyard gate. When those little gangsters saw Chen Jiang coldly, their legs shook, and a few of them fell headlong in an exaggerated manner.

This scene frightened the villagers who watched the excitement.

Just now, Chen Jiang showed a ghostly speed, like a heavy hammer, smashing on the back of their heads, directly smashing them into a daze.

Especially the village tyrants who made a lot of money and wanted to steal some melons and fruits in Chen Jiang's field to sell, but now looking at Chen Jiang's background like a demon god, they immediately gave up this thought.

In the village, whoever has a big fist and a big clan power can speak.

Now it seems that in this village, although the surname Chen is only a small surname, he can't stand Chen Jiang's big fist!

If you want to steal his cucumbers, you can, ask if your brain is hard! No, Chen Jiang will definitely smash your ** out for you.

Chen Jiang held the leader in one hand and put the other in his pocket. He blocked the door with a big thorn, and there was a great momentum on his body.

The soldiers who surrendered without a fight, those gangsters were really frightened by Chen Jiang, and immediately knelt down for Chen Jiang.

That's real kneeling, real kowtowing, not mixed with water at all.

While begging for mercy, they kowtowed to Chen Jiang like garlic, and their heads were swollen.

Chen Jiang deliberately didn't close the door, he just let those people in the village see what would happen if he provoked him.

He just wants to use this gang of gangsters to establish power in the village.

In the future, the unclean hand came to steal his melons and fruits, and the old immortal dared to use the righteousness of his ancestors to force him to hand in the seeds, don't blame him for turning his face and not recognizing people.

Chen Jiang also thought of this link just now.

In the past, he went to school outside and rarely participated in the affairs of the village, but he also heard a little about the big surname bullying the small surname.

Take a few years ago, a family surnamed Sun in the village contracted the beautification project in the village, but as soon as the machine was in place, a family surnamed Zhang in the village led people to the construction site and directly robbed the job.

Why is the surname Zhang so arrogant? It's not because the surname Zhang is a big surname in this village.

In the end, the fart surnamed Sun didn't dare to put one, and asked someone to pull away the machine, and in the end, the matter was over.

Chen Jiang is now back in his hometown to develop, and he has to guard against this kind of thing.

Although he couldn't understand that he had suddenly become so powerful now, he had to make good use of it while this shareholder wind was still there.

He casually threw the leader at the kneeling thugs, and slowly picked up a shovel leaning against the wall of the gatehouse.

"Head, let's not rush to knock. As the saying goes, there is a debtor who has been wronged, and I am not difficult for you. Speaking of this, Chen Jiang's voice changed, "Say, who sent you?"

As soon as these words came out, the kneeling thugs didn't even dare to raise their heads.

It seems that I dare not say it!

Chen Jiang smiled, and with all his might, he forcibly broke the wooden handle of the shovel. The shovel handle is also a solid wood, and it is not uncommon to break it, but it is so easy to break it, which is absolute.

The old and young masters in the village looked down at the wooden stick with the shovel head on the ground, secretly weighed their catties, and quietly swallowed their saliva.

"I don't say it because you think I'm soft-hearted and easy to talk?"

Chen Jiang carried the half of the wooden stick, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the person who was in charge.

The leader suddenly felt twice as heavy on his shoulders, and cold sweat soon flowed all over his body.

He cautiously glanced up at Chen Jiang, and this glance made his chest feel so shocked that he almost turned his back on breath.

At this moment, if Chen Jiang looked in the mirror, he would find that his eyeballs were covered with a layer of rich blood, and the whole person was like a fierce beast roaming the jungle. Bloodthirsty, cruel, and kingly fury!

Of course, Chen Jiang himself couldn't notice it, but he could really feel that there was a dry fire in his heart.

There is another thing he doesn't want to admit, when those few unstoppable gangsters are now prostrate in front of him, gradually in his heart, there is a very strong desire to kill.

He really wanted to see what kind of picture it was like for those gangsters' brains to explode in front of his eyes, and this thought, once generated, would grow like a weed in his heart, and it could not be contained!

The more he cared, the deeper he sank, and before he knew it, he reached out and pressed it on the celestial spirit cover of the leader.

The leader looked up tremblingly, and the shadow of death hung over his heart. At this moment, Chen Jiang looked at him in a daze, and his five fingers unconsciously forced, poking into the skull of the leader little by little like a hook.

With his current finger power, one can imagine what bloody scenes will be staged here later. Chen Jiang was immersed in it, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and his eyes were even more scarlet like blood.

The bastard in the lead had his eyelids turned up, his whole body was spasming, and in just a moment, half of his body was paralyzed, and he couldn't say a word.

His accomplices watched Chen Jiang's five fingers sink into their boss's scalp, and they couldn't help but feel cold in their hands and feet, like falling into an ice cave.

What is the cold lips and teeth? This is called the cold lips and teeth!

Pinch him.

An ethereal voice whispered in his ear, sometimes far away, sometimes near, with some demagogic magic.

Chen Jiang was laughing, smiling weirdly, with a hideous face.

Yuan Yun squeezed out of the crowd and slowly walked to Chen Jiang's side.

At this time, her son was so strange to her, as if there was a monster in her son's skin.

Wisps of black qi drilled out of Chen Jiang's pores, rising in a mist, and soon condensed the outline of a vague beast head behind him.

A fierce power erupted from Chen Jiang's body, and the villagers who were watching were under the pressure of this momentum, and they all had an urge to bow down to Chen Jiang.

"Son, wake up. ”

Yuan Yun was the only one at the scene who was not affected, and she slapped Chen Jiang on impulse.

Chen Jiang shook his head and came back to his senses. The leading gangster had already passed out, and Chen Jiang retracted his hand like an electric shock and looked at Yuan Yun, like waking up from a big dream.

"What's wrong with me?"

"How do I know?!" Yuan Yun kicked the leading gangster: "Let's see if he's dead?"

Only then did Chen Jiang react, stretching out his fingers to test his snort.