Zhang Han didn't pay attention, and kicked off the leg bone of one eye, which hurt him so much that he inhaled cool air, but stopping meant that he had to be beaten, so he could only continue to struggle and crawl forward.

"Peng... Peng Ye, help! ”

This strange combination attracted a lot of people's attention along the way, but none of them dared to come up, even the security guards working here could only watch from afar, and they could beat one eye like this, maybe it was a living grandfather, who dared to come up and touch this moldy head.

"What do you see, come and help me!"

Finally arrived at the door of Peng Hu's office, where there were four thugs, whose physique was no worse than Ah San, and even more sturdy.

When he saw one eye, he hurriedly went up to help him tremble.

"Who are you, dare to make trouble here."

Zhang Han didn't say a word, and kicked the other party into the door with a sudden roundabout kick, and the office door collapsed like paper.

Zhang Han said to the dusty door.

"I'm here to find Peng Hu."

When the three thugs heard this, they knew that the comer was not good, and hurriedly went in to protect Peng Hu.

Zhang Han was like entering a no-man's land, and when he went in, Peng Hu was still sitting behind the desk, Ma Ming and Fang Weihua were also on the side, and the four thugs were guarding in front, although he was almost kicked to death by Zhang Han just now, he felt that it was a sneak attack, and he still didn't know what to do with the person in front of him.

"Master Peng, it's this kid, he instructed those three women to make our casino lose more than 7 million in less than an hour."

The one-eyed class lay on the ground and faced Peng Hu, still believing that Zhang Han would be dead.

"I also injured Ah San and a group of brothers."

Peng Hu took a puff of his cigar and looked at Zhang Han quietly, after so many years of crawling on the road, this sense of oppression was the first time.

"Young man, do you know who I am?"

Zhang Han didn't care who he was, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the beast in his heart seemed to have woken up again, and only the blood of the dead could calm it when he was excited.

"A dead man."

Zhang Han coldly dropped this sentence, pulled out the golden thorn rose from his waist, and unceremoniously shot at Peng Hu's dog's head, breaking through the air, carrying the deadly power of the bullet to pierce Peng Hu's heavenly spirit cover, leaving a large piece of splattered brain pulp on the wall.

Peng Hu, who was invincible in the past, fell to the ground like a pile of rotten meat, and there was still the last horror and despair in his eyes.

Fang Weihua still remembers the first time he saw Zhang Han, and heard him say that the lightest illegal thing he did was robbery, and he thought it was a joke, but now it seems that it is really not a joke.

Now relying on Peng Hu's forces to prepare for revenge, he didn't expect to collapse with one shot, and there is no room for resistance.

The originally triumphant expression on his face froze, and slowly turned into a crying and mourning look.

Zhang Han pointed the muzzle of the gun at the single eye on the ground again, smiled and put it away, these little minions are not worthy of being solved with the golden thorn rose.

This phenomenon was understood by Fang Weihua to mean that Zhang Han ran out of bullets.

"Give it to me, he's out of bullets, quick, don't let him run!"

Several thugs instantly pounced on Zhang Han, and one first attacked Zhang Han's face with his fist.

Zhang Han waved his fist casually.

Before the other party could react, an iron fist came up, and it was extremely fierce and collided with his fist, and when he retreated, his fingers were all dislocated, blood was surging on it, and the white bones were clearly visible.

Everywhere Zhang Han looked, there was a trace of cold death, grabbing the arm of a thug without showing any mercy, and there was a burst of goosebumps all over his body, and the sound of crumbling celery filled the room.