Lin Xiuce stood under the light, giving people the feeling of being a weak scholar, which is difficult to reminiscent of the gangsters.

He didn't answer Jin Hu directly, he put his hands behind his back, didn't even look at Zhang Feng, and asked abruptly, "Your name is Zhang Feng?"

Zhang Feng looked at the emaciated middle-aged man in front of him and scratched his head. I don't know what's going on, but I have a feeling of being targeted by a hungry wolf in the wasteland, and a chill rises in my back.

"That's right, my name is Zhang Feng!"

Zhang Feng exhaled, and the chill on his back swept away. He pointed at An Kun, and also said, "You are his uncle, what kind of underground boss in Mingzhou?"

-for-tat against Mai Mang, Zhang Feng was not afraid. The voice was light and floating, obviously with a bit of arrogance like Lin Xiuce, just like the tone of the emperor's interrogation of his courtiers, mixed with a little contempt.

This time, Lin Xiuce finally looked at Zhang Feng seriously, and said lightly: "It's interesting, no one has dared to speak to me in such a tone for many years." ”

Jin Hu on the side stepped forward and asked, "Do you want him to take a few more breaths?"

Lin Xiuce shook his head and said, "Solve it quickly, I'm not feeling well, and I want to go home early to rest." ”

"Howler. ”

Jin Hu took a few steps forward at this time, and looked at Zhang Feng with eyes like knives.

After thinking about it, Lin Xiuce said lightly: "Seven arrows, if he doesn't die, then forget it." After all, I appreciate such a bloody teenager. ”

The lights flickered and flickered, and Jin Hu took a strong crossbow from the wall and held it tightly in his hand.

He Jinhu has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his fist and foot kung fu are not very good, but his riding and archery skills have reached the point of perfection.

If you open the bow within 100 meters, then you can definitely do it without firing.

Seven arrows?

Just one arrow is enough.

At this time, the strong crossbow is in hand, and the crossbow arrows begin to slowly load.

Zhang Feng stood in place, seeing the posture in front of him, and the second monk was puzzled.

After coming in, only Lin Xiuce said a word to him. In just one sentence, your name is Zhang Feng?

Gone?

"Hey, wait a minute. ”

Zhang Feng looked at the golden tiger who had finished loading the arrow at this time, and asked suspiciously: "Can you let me understand, what does this mean? I don't read much, and my brain is not bright." ”

When Jin Hu heard Zhang Fenghan's question, he smiled evilly and said, "You beat the boss's nephew, although he is at fault first, but he can't spare you." I shoot arrows with a strong crossbow, and you dodge. The boss said that he would only shoot seven arrows at you, and if you can dodge them all, then you will not be to blame for the past. ”

The storage room is only thirty square meters, and now the door is closed, in this limited space, dodge the arrows fired by the golden tiger with a strong crossbow.

How does it sound?

He is like a prey, and this golden tiger is the hunter who hunts.

Moreover, it is also the prey in a cage.

All I can do seems to be the battle of the trapped beasts.

This is Lin Xiuce, this is Lin Laohu, the underground boss in Mingzhou. This thing is very simple, but it also shows Lin Xiuce's self-confidence.

He wasn't worried that Zhang Feng wouldn't enter the factory honestly, and he wasn't worried that Zhang Feng would escape from this storage room. He is not afraid that Zhang Feng will not agree, such a completely unfair game.

Because he is Lin Xiuce, a hero who has been in the rivers and lakes of Mingzhou for more than 20 years.

Zhang Feng looked at the golden tiger that was full of strings at this time, and nodded, but he still said in a calm tone: "Okay, I'm interested in playing with you." There are only seven arrows, you must shoot accurately, don't let me down. These seven arrows are your boss's face. ”

Jin Hu didn't say anything more, and the full string of crossbow arrows had already flown out of the bow.

Blazing fast.

That crossbow arrow shot straight at Zhang Feng's heart.

An arrow kills, and that's what he wants.

Jin Hu is different from Lin Xiuce, he hates the young man in front of him very much. Extremely arrogant and arrogant.

Since this Zhang Feng himself blocked his way of life, these seven arrows represent the face of his boss.

Then, he will definitely not disgrace the boss.

Since he joined Lin Xiuce's command, he has never let him lose face.

At this moment, after he shot the first arrow, he had stopped. In his opinion, it was impossible for Zhang Feng to dodge anyway. Even, the tragic image of Zhang Feng being pierced through the heart came to mind.

"Young people, I hope that in the next life, you will not offend people you can't afford to offend, so that you will die young. ”

Jin Hu muttered secretly, the victory was in his hands.

Lin Xiuce sat on the wooden chair in the corner at this moment, wandering out of the world, he didn't seem interested in this exciting battle of trapped beasts.

Zhang Feng stood proudly, and the moment that crossbow arrow flew out. The energy up and down his body flowed like a stream. The whole person rose from the ground, as if the roc spread its wings.

In the seven years since he left home, he has experienced this kind of reflexes-enhancing training many times. Now the car is familiar with the road, and it is easy to come by.

The crossbow arrow that flashed with cold light, between the lightning and flint, passed by him.

"One. ”

Zhang Feng's figure landed steadily on the ground, looked up at the golden tiger, and raised a finger with a smile.

Lin Xiuce, who had been sitting on the wooden chair absent-mindedly, suddenly squinted at this time, and looked at Zhang Feng, who was intact not far away, and the first arrow that had been shot into the wall.

He let out a sigh of surprise, clearly surprised by the result in front of him.

Jin Hu snorted coldly, raised the strong crossbow again, and the muscles on his arms were all high at this time. The face is Lingran, which is quite a bit of a combination of human bows.

He squinted his right eye, and through the center point of the tip of the crossbow, he aimed at Zhang Feng with great precision.

If the first arrow Golden Tiger still has some carelessness, he didn't use all his strength. This time, however, he held his breath and seemed to be silently attached to the powerful crossbow.

Zhang Feng was still standing in place, his face was not shocked, and his heart was also as calm as stagnant water.

Finally, Golden Tiger's second crossbow arrow was fired.

Under the light, the cold light flickered.

Zhang Feng stood still this time, his pupils condensed slightly, and he looked at the trajectory of the crossbow arrow.

I was about to be shot in front of my eyes, and finally moved my steps.

The crossbow bolts passed by again, and Zhang Feng's very crisp voice sounded in the storage room: "Two!"

And Jin Hu's eyes widened, and without waiting for Zhang Feng to have any respite, he immediately loaded the crossbow bolts again.

Whoosh.

The third crossbow arrow pierced the void, and Zhang Feng stood in place. This time, bending down slightly, he dodged the bolt again.

"Three!"

Whoosh.

Golden Tiger struck again.

However, Zhang Feng was like a ghost, and his body was erratic.

His voice echoed in the storage room again.

"Four. ”

Unconsciously aware of it, the frequency of Zhang Feng's voice became faster and faster.

Whoosh.

"Five. ”

Whoosh.

"Six. ”

There was always a smile on the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth, and he made a gesture representing the number six.

The seventh arrow, the golden tiger did not shoot immediately.

The storage room was silent, perhaps because it was too airtight, the wind didn't blow in, and the air was dry and stuffy.

Jin Hu's expression was sluggish, staring directly at Zhang Feng, who looked like a ghost.

After firing a few arrows in succession, his breathing began to rapid. On his forehead, beads of sweat the size of beans were covered.

is still holding a heavy strong crossbow, but it has long lost its previous self-respecting momentum.

Lin Xiuce straightened his waist unconsciously, he looked at Zhang Feng, who was expressionless in front, and couldn't help but feel his handkerchief from his pocket and wipe the sweat from his palm.

For many years, he has never suffered such a strong impact as he does today. Never once has it been able to set off earth-shattering waves in his calm heart.

Due to the angle, he could clearly see that Jin Hu's back had been thoroughly penetrated by sweat.

None of the six arrows were shot, and the last one could be hit before there was a ghost.

He suddenly realized that it seemed that he couldn't save his face today.

Although the outcome was decided, Lin Xiuce knew that the Golden Tiger had a strong character, so he did not call a stop.

He coughed violently, as if his old ailment had worsened. The face, which was already slightly pale, was even more bloodless.