On both sides of the battle, murderous spirit is still very important. www.biquge.info There are two ways to cultivate murderous energy, one is to be ruthless to the enemy, and every move will take his life. The other is to be ruthless to yourself, not afraid of death, and only seek to hurt the enemy.

Ah Meng is the type who is ruthless to the enemy, even if it is the first time they meet, he still puts on a picture that you are my father-killing enemy, and I want to stab you in a posture.

It's chilling to watch, and it's easy to lose the fighting spirit to fight.

If an ordinary person encounters an opponent like Ah Meng, the best and most appropriate way is to turn around and run, or squat down and hold his head and pray that the other party will make a little lighter.

Unfortunately, he ran into Surin.

Surin loves to bully people, especially bad guys. Especially if the bad guy wants to bully himself, his counterattack is especially ruthless and ferocious.

Su Lin's body was straight, like a pole, and he stood still and didn't move, as if he was scared stupid. However, if your observation is careful enough, you can see Su Lin's eyes staring at Ah Meng with mockery, and there is a kind of cold posture that you will come over and see Lao Tzu not slap you away.

Ah Meng looked at Su Lin's appearance, he felt that he had been seriously insulted, and his heart was even more angry, originally because he was in someone else's territory, he wanted to keep a low profile, he just used sixty percent of his strength. At this time, the re-raiser suddenly increased to 12%.

He used all his strength, and then stabbed Su Lin in the chest with a knife, trying to use this knife to poke a big hole in Su Lin's internal organs.

"Click, click!"

The bodies of the two are infinitely close.

"Smack!"

The knife in Ah Meng's hand stabbed out, but the blade did not enter Su Lin's body.

The sharp and cold blade stabbed towards Su Lin's body with a gust of cold wind, but the knife stayed in mid-air a few centimeters away from Su Lin.

Su Lin indifferently held the blade between his two fingers, as relaxed as holding a piece of paper.

Ah Meng looked at the scene in front of him, his face was full of horror, and he wanted to retreat when he let go of the dagger.

Because he sensed danger, incomparably dangerous. It was a feeling he had never felt before. It's like the powerlessness of an egg in the face of a stone.

How could Su Lin let him go so easily, with a flick of his fingers, the dagger came into the palm of his hand and played with it.

Before Ah Meng could turn around, a cold light flashed in Su Lin's eyes, and with a wave of his arm, the dagger in his hand suddenly flew out, and then a knife was inserted into Ah Meng's left ribs.

Ah Meng's face turned pale, he let out a muffled snort, his body retreated again and again, and then fell to the ground.

He fell to the ground, his hands clutching his wounds, and blood seeping from the gaps between his fingers, drop after drop on the marble floor as if in a hurry.

From Ah Meng's shot to Ah Meng's injury and fall, this process happened in a flash of light, so fast that no one else had extra time to react.

Several other men in black saw that Ah Meng, who was the best and best among them, was taken down in less than a round, and a hole was opened in his body.

They were as quiet as cicadas one by one, like frightened birds, and secretly swallowed their saliva, you look at me, I look at you, but they don't dare to rush forward.

This is not to blame them, but only to blame Su Lin for being too powerful, and the combat effectiveness of the two sides is not at the same level at all.

Su Lin's cold eyes swept across their faces, and they were so frightened that they collectively took several steps back.

"You-you-" A man in black stammered, as if he had mustered up his courage, "do you know who you are beating? You have offended us, you are dead, and no one can save you!"

"You kid, who the are you? Do you know who my uncle is? If you dare to do this to me, my uncle will not let you go!"

At this time, the man in the horse clamp who was lying on the ground finally breathed a sigh of relief and scolded Su Lin.

"Oh?" Su Lin showed a very interested look on his face, "Then you tell me who your uncle is, to be honest, I don't have the slightest sense of accomplishment in my heart for stepping on small shrimps, the stronger your identity, the more cool I will feel when I step on it!"

"You're playing with fire and setting yourself on fire!"

"I just like to play with fire and set myself on fire!" Su Lin sneered.

"Okay, good, good!" The horse clamp man was helped up by his little brother at this time, his face was pale, his body was trembling because of pain, he looked at Su Lin, and said fiercely: "There is a kind of you waiting for me!"

"Just wait, I'll see who you can call?" Su Lin sneered, "Is it Han Wu of the Longtu Gang, or is the Qingyun Gang not having much money?"

Han Wu?

Not a lot of money?

Everyone looked at Surin with horror on their faces. Hearing Su Lin take the initiative to mention the names of Han Wu and Qian Bu was even more shocking than Su Lin stabbing Ah Meng just now.

Who is Han Wu and Qian Aren't Much?

They don't know who the mayor of Dihai City is, but they can't not know that Han Wu and the money are not much.

Because in the dark world of Dihai City, there are two kings, one is Han Wu, and the other is naturally not much money.

"Y-who are you?" asked the horse-clamped man, staring at Su Lin with an ugly face.

"Oh?" Su Lin couldn't help but touch his nose and said, "It seems that you should be a person who doesn't have much money! Because almost all of Han Wu's subordinates know me! Since you don't know me, you should know that you didn't have much money and were almost torn apart by a wolf, he is not even as good as a wolf!"

Hearing Su Lin scolding that the money was not even as good as a wolf, everyone's faces became even more ugly.

"If you look for death, no one can save you, you are going to die!" said the horse-clamped man, holding back his anger, pointing at Surin with his other intact arm.

"Really?" Su Lin touched his nose and said, "I think you don't even want this arm!"

Su Lin's words frightened the man and quickly put his hand away. The pain just now was still fresh in his memory, and he didn't want to experience it anymore.

The wicked need to be grinded by the wicked.

The horse clamp man gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "Let's go!"

"Wait!" said Surin.

"What do you want?" asked the man in the horse.

"Just let you go, where will I put my face? Aren't you looking for the boss here? I'm just, now it's time for us to talk about compensation!"

Su Lin pointed to the lobby manager and the broken glass coffee table on the ground, and said, "The person who beat me smashed my things, what do you say?"