Pain!

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One person is in pain.

Two people were in pain.

Three people were in pain.

…… Soon, there was a large area lying on the ground.

They are all in pain.

There is no one who does not suffer.

No one knows who made them like this. They just lay on the ground, letting the pain wash their nerves and bones like a tide, allowing the pain to pass through their pain nerves like a sharp knife and reach the center of life.

Pain!

It fucking hurts!

Someone was in so much pain that they howled desperately.

- Ouch!

- It hurts me to death!

- Ouch, my head is going to explode!

…… The pain was so severe that it was like an infectious disease in an instant, and it hurt everyone who fell to the ground.

Zhang Sangou was still lying on the ground, unable to speak or hum, just lying alone, letting the people around him howl hoarsely.

He calculated the time in horror, from the beginning of someone shouting pain to the current shouting of pain, it only took a few breaths before and after, this kind of plague-like transmission speed, only one person can do it, and that is Feng Zilong.

But the problem is - he said that he came to Qingliang Villa, but no one saw him!

Could it be that he is hiding among the killers?

Thinking of this layer, Zhang Sangou's nerve center couldn't help but be shocked by a dense layer of pimples.

This Feng Zilong, fucking like a ubiquitous spirit, what are you afraid of him, what does he prefer, in a word, if you provoke him, then your generation of masters will not want to sleep peacefully.

Since he knew that he had the name Feng Zilong, he hadn't slept a night's sleep.

It was still in the past few days last year that he met Feng Zilong for the first time, at first, he thought that Feng Zilong was as easy to deal with as everyone else, and when he and Feng Zilong had a hand, he knew that Feng Zilong was an extremely difficult character.

He's like 520 glue, once it's stuck to you, you don't want to get rid of him easily, even if you can succeed by luck, but you have to pay the price of taking off a layer of skin.

Last time, he escaped from Feng Zilong's hands, and he almost died under his gun.

Not only is his marksmanship fast and accurate, but what is fatal is that anyone who has fought him once, you don't want to erase it from his memory. His memory is like a high-powered camera, as long as he sweeps your voice and image, then you don't want to erase it from his memory for the rest of your life.

He will always remember you.

As the old saying goes, you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are not afraid of thieves robbing, you are only afraid of thieves worrying.

I'm not afraid of being remembered by anyone, I'm afraid of Feng Zilong. This is the experience that Zhang Sangou summed up in the past year.

As long as he heard Feng Zilong's three words, he would pee in his dreams.

Although this matter is not known to outsiders, he feels that since he met Feng Zilong, he seems to have changed as a different person.

"Damn, who pees, it stinks!"

Someone woke up from the pain and couldn't help but scream as soon as they smelled the fishy smell of urine.

As soon as they smelled the urine, some people immediately forgot about the pain.

"Damn, it's that shit, it stinks!"

Zhang Sangou didn't speak, and he couldn't speak.

But he knew who was the of the pee.

The urine had a very familiar smell, like a double of his body.

When he thought of this layer, he felt the heat in his crotch, and he was about to touch it with his hand, but he couldn't lift it. But he knew that it was him peeing.

Not to mention other times, even when he was not injured, as long as he heard that Feng Zilong was coming, he couldn't help but pee. During the day, he peed in the crotch of his pants, but at that time, everyone's thoughts were focused on Feng Zilong, and no one noticed his cave appearance.

Just like at this moment, although someone noticed that someone was peeing, no one knew that he was peeing, and he was feeling glad that he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and another person stepped on his chest.

To be precise, the man did not step on his chest, but threw it on his chest.

He wanted to scold, but he couldn't, so he had to let the man suppress him silently.

All around, there were people who were knocked down or thrown into the air.

The whole dance hall is like a Shura field, only the howl is heard, and there is no one who falls.

The one who wrestled people, Feng Zilong also.

Feng Zilong didn't expect that he would fall thirteen people in a row in one go, plus the one he had fallen to the ground before, plus Zhang Sangou and his three subordinates who Feng Ziqing kicked away before, Zhang Sangou's subordinates had already injured eighteen people.

Although those who were not attacked were all potential threats, relatively speaking, their threats were no longer enough to fear, because Feng Zilong found that although Zhang Sangou brought these people tonight was powerful, they seemed to be frightened, and they couldn't get up when they were lifted up and thrown down one by one.

He didn't smash them much either, and if he had used a lot of force, they would have died.

The reason why he showed mercy was because he felt that none of them should die, and the only one who really had to die here was Zhang Sangou, who was the culprit of the scourge of this society.

Even if you kill him a thousand times and cut him ten thousand times, it will not be miserable at all.

Because he never took other people's lives as life.