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Chapter 309: Revenge

In the evening, the sky gradually darkened, Lin Fan followed Condonmo for almost a whole day, the reason why he kept holding back and didn't do it was because this guy had been playing in the downtown area of Yangon since he got the money, there were too many people around, and if he did it, the impact on things would be too great.

Slowly, as night fell, Condonmore finally had enough of it and drove with a group of people in the direction of the suburbs.

Contenmo's lair is in a small town on the outskirts of Yangon, less than 10 kilometres from Shwedagon Pagoda, so the gang usually hangs around Shwedagon Pagoda.

When Lin Fan followed Condonmo to his lair, he stopped, looked at the surrounding terrain back and forth, and carefully sensed it to find out if there was any aura of a master around.

Although the killing intent in Lin Fan's heart was difficult to calm at this moment, he was not reckless, and the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, even if Condon Mo was no longer inconspicuous, in this foreign land, Lin Fan had to be extra careful.

Contenmo's lair is a large Burmese-style courtyard with a square plan, overlapping several in succession, with a portrait of the Buddha depicted on the top of the main house, with a pointed top and several promenade-like staircases below.

Under careful induction, he actually felt two not weak cultivator breaths in this compound, these two breaths were rather weird, giving people the feeling of a coquettish femininity.

However, although these two breaths are not weak, they are only in the qi cultivation stage at best, and either Lin Fan and Xiao Jinzi can easily deal with these two opponents, as for other ordinary people, falling into Lin Fan's hands is a torture. Kneel and beg for a hundred black! Cliff! Your Excellency

Lin Fan slowly walked to the gate of Condonmo's compound, stood there expressionlessly, stretched out his hand and knocked the gate a few times.

A few words of Burmese were spoken incomprehensibly, and then the door creaked open from within, and two young Burmese men stood behind it.

After these two people saw Lin Fan, they were puzzled for a while, and then they felt a little familiar, frowned and looked at it a few times, and then recognized Lin Fan's appearance.

After the two of them recognized Lin Fan, they glanced at each other, laughed, pointed at Lin Fan, and said something in Burmese.

Lin Fan took a step forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the necks of these two people, his fingers contracted, and he twisted each other's necks one by one with one hand, and then his arm was slightly forced, and he threw the two young people into the center of the courtyard.

From the moment he entered here, Lin Fan never thought of staying alive, no matter how old or young he was in this compound, as long as it was related to Condon Mo, he would kill them all.

The people inside were drinking and having fun around a campfire, and it was about six or seven o'clock in the afternoon, just in time for them to prepare dinner.

The two people were thrown directly into the fire by Lin Fan, and for a while, the sparks burst out, and the burning wood in the bonfire was hit by the two corpses and flew around.

Around the campfire were thirty or forty sturdy young men, all topless, revealing their muscles and armbands made of hemp rope wrapped around their arms.

After seeing the corpses that had fallen into the campfire, they shouted loudly one by one, took out their weapons from the weapon rack next to the courtyard, and looked in the direction of the door with wariness.

Lin Fan walked out step by step in the shadows, he looked at these people in front of him indifferently, the little monkey on his shoulder let out a bloodthirsty roar, compared to Lin Fan, Xiao Jinzi obviously preferred killing.

These people in the courtyard also often experience some fighting scenes, and the people in this place practice Burmese boxing every day when they are idle, so when they face emergencies, they do not panic too much, but quickly quiet down.

"Boy, what do you want to do?" Someone recognized Lin Fan, stepped forward, and asked in half-baked Chinese.

Lin Fan's answer was very simple, he blew his head with a punch, and his brains splashed everywhere, red and white, like a bursting watermelon, and the soup splashed in all directions.

There's no need to talk nonsense anymore, he has only one purpose, and that is to kill.

Seeing that Lin Fan didn't say a word, this group of people had already killed the three of them, and they couldn't hold back anymore at the moment, and swarmed towards Lin Fan.

These people are all good players who often practice Burmese boxing, which is very close to ancient Muay Thai, but it is more ferocious than Muay Thai.

All the attack parts that the human body can use are used, such as the top of the head, shoulder hits, sweeps, flying knees, and elbow smashes, and the hard and powerful parts of the human body are all exerted to the extreme in Burmese boxing.

Even more lethal is the vicious and vicious Burmese fist, once an attack is launched, the offensive is one after another, until the opponent is severely damaged, it is a deadly martial art evolved on the battlefield.

History has proved that weak and small ethnic groups with many disasters or multi-ethnic areas with frequent wars are often the places where fierce martial arts originate, because war and self-defense are the fundamental driving force for the development of martial arts.

Burmese boxing is a boxing technique created to kill the enemy in self-defense, where the human race is relatively small in stature, and the absolute strength is not strong, but the body control and flexibility are relatively high.

In order to break the constraints of the shortcomings in the quality of the race, the original creator of Burmese boxing, combined with the lack of strength and physical flexibility of the East Asian race, created Burmese boxing, which aims to kill and injure the enemy.

In 1948, after Myanmar's independence, Burmese boxing became a national sport by the government at the time as part of the school curriculum and tri-service training program.

These subordinates of Condonmo have boxing as a pastime and entertainment after eating and drinking every day, and there are many boxing fights in Myanmar, and there are boxing rings in almost every small town.

If these people met ordinary Yanhuang people, one person could fight ten, but unfortunately, they met Lin Fan.

There was a ping-pong noise in the courtyard, and after a minute, in a huge courtyard, only Lin Fan was standing there, and everyone else fell to the ground.

Of the more than thirty people, Lin Fan killed one-third, and the others all died on Xiao Jinzi's claws, and his throat was scratched alive by this little guy.

The claws of the little gold can be said to be not inferior to any divine weapon, and its sharpness and tenacity are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

At this time, Condon Mo also ran out, and he had already heard his subordinates come to tell him that the kid who was choking with him in the Chinese Chamber of Commerce had come to the door during the day.

But Condonmo didn't take it seriously, there were more than 30 of his subordinates outside, these people were all capable forces, each proficient in Burmese boxing, and had fought countless times in the ring, so it was not a problem to deal with such a hairy boy.

But when Condonmo came to the courtyard slowly, the scene in front of him was so frightened that he almost didn't sit on the ground, his blood was full of blood, and the corpses were all over the field, and the courtyard was like a scene like Shura's hell at the moment.

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