Fan Meng entered the lobby of the front yard, and when he saw a person breaking into the lobby, Fan Meng saw that it was Zhang Zhen who he sent someone to arrest. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing Zhang Zhen, the swollen-faced man seemed to be caught by a creditor who owed money, stretched out his hand and pointed out, and roared out the aggrieved breath in his chest: "It's him!" Second master! It's this kid who came to smash the field! ”

Dongzi saw Zhang Zhen as early as the moment he entered the lobby, his pupils shrank slightly, and his hand reached behind without a trace and quietly held the short sword pinned to his belt.

"Yo he! Who am I? It turned out to be Boss Zhang, you are lucky, it seems that the gang of rubbish I sent didn't stop you. Good, good, good luck is a good thing, why did Boss Zhang come to me? Fan Meng no longer wore his coat, let it open, revealing two solid pectoral muscles and a bush of thick chest hair, he squinted at Zhang Zhen, rubbed the stubble on his chin, and said with a playful face.

"Debt collection." Zhang Zhen looked at Fan Meng, and only said two words in his usual gentle voice, not resentful, not mean, and peaceful as if he was talking to the neighbors of Tongping Street.

Hearing this, Fan Meng wanted to use a few words of sarcasm that he had practiced by bullying men and molesting women countless times, but at this moment, looking at Zhang Zhen standing tall at the door of the lobby, he suddenly felt inexplicably that the harmonious boss of Zhangjia Noodle Restaurant had a little more horizontal momentum and indifference to all beings, which made him feel that a cool breeze was blowing from the back of his back under the open coat, so he stopped talking.

"Debt collection?" Fan Meng looked at Dongzi beside him, and asked Zhang Zhen with a smile.

Zhang Zhen still had that faint expression, and said in an orderly manner: "Your subordinate hurt a friend of mine, and I came to collect the debt." ”

"Hahaha......" Fan Meng burst out laughing, whether he loses or not, or is fully confident in his own strength, anyway, he laughed and said, "Boy! You really don't know how to write dead words! ”

Zhang Zhen took a step forward.

Chirping!

A sharp voice sounded, piercing people's eardrums, and when Fan Meng was trying to see where the voice came from, Dongzi next to him suddenly shouted: "Cousin! Be careful! ”

Fan Meng didn't know, and neither did the man with a swollen face beside him, but Dongzi knew that the sound was the effect of the syruping of the soles of cooked leather shoes against the bluestone slabs. He could hear it, not only because he had been practicing martial arts for a long time, but also because he was paying attention, since the first time he saw Zhang Zhen in the lobby, he had been paying all his attention to Zhang Zhen.

Dongzi's reminder made Fan Meng lose his mind for a moment, and before he could react, Zhang Zhen had already rushed towards him like meteor lightning. Fan Meng is also a fierce man who has fought countless battles with a knife and a stick, although his brain has not turned around, his body has naturally reacted, and he put his two small arms in front of him, wanting to block Zhang Zhen's thunderous blow like a rushing river.

Zhang Zhen didn't change the angle, and took advantage of the momentum of his body to rush forward and hit Fan Meng's arm with a straight punch, and then Fan Meng's body of more than 180 pounds slipped and retreated, and slammed into the Eight Immortals table behind him, and the teapot and cups on the table sounded chaotically.

He only felt a sharp pain in his arms, and before he could breathe, Zhang Zhen had already stuck to it again, reaching out and clasping his thick neck that was still stained with rouge.

Fan Meng grabbed Zhang Zhen's wrist and wanted to break free, but he saw the muscles on Zhang Zhen's forearm gradually protruding, and the whole arm seemed to be thicker, and then he felt his body slowly leave the ground.

Bending his arm and grabbing the placket to lift the person up, Fan Meng himself can do it, but if he stretches out his arm......

What kind of power is this...... Fan Meng was a little afraid to resemble, and he didn't dare to imagine that such a power would come from a person whose body looked so thin.

For a moment, he suddenly remembered what his cousin Dongzi had told him before - the one surnamed Zhang was a master.

Fan slammed his feet in the air, making a uh-uh sound in his throat, and his face began to turn from red to blue.

"I have given the store to you, be content. An uneducated person like me knows this, and you shouldn't deceive people too much. Zhang Zhen quietly looked at Fan Meng's bloodshot eyes and said slowly. There was no murderous aura in the voice, no pleasure of revenge, calm as a pool of stagnant water.

When I first saw Zhang Zhen next to him, there was still some high-flying and domineering men with their mouths open, and they didn't even forget to cover their swollen faces after being kicked.

Dongzi held the short sword in his hand, squinted his eyes and said coldly: "The surname is Zhang, I advise you to let my cousin go, if he makes any mistakes, you should know the consequences." I'll make a decision for him, if you let him go, the original grievances will be written off. ”

Zhang Zhen ignored it, and increased the force on his hand.

Seeing that Fan Meng's eyes had begun to roll over, Dongzi finally couldn't hold back an arrow step and rushed forward, raised his arm, and the short sword in his hand swept over an afterimage and slashed towards Zhang Zhen's forearm.

Zhang Zhen withdrew the arm that choked Fan Meng's throat, hid his hands between his ribs, and against Dongzi's attack, he suddenly stepped sideways, and his steps were unexpected, brutal and ingenious; With his palm, he struck Dongzi's armpit and waist.

The gas is like a tiger, and the momentum is like a dragon.

There are only eight words, these are the two words that immediately appeared in the mind of Fan Meng, who had just gotten rid of Zhang Zhen's hand and was desperately panting on the ground.

Dongzi flew out upside down like a falling apart, knocking down the circle chair behind him and slumping on the ground, he struggled to get up, but he could only barely get up sideways, and the hand on the ground couldn't exert his strength no matter what. When he looked at Zhang Zhen again, his eyes were already a little more frightened.

Zhang Zhen walked to Dongzi's side, squatted down to get his short sword, Dongzi still wanted to hold it, but Zhang Zhen gently and skillfully snatched it.

Zhang Zhen took the short sword in his hand and looked at it, the spine of the short sword was open with a blood groove, the blade was shining with cold light, and the veins formed by folding and forging on it were like water waves, rippling layer by layer, with a primitive beauty.

Forging patterns are often disorganized, it is rare to see such a regular and aesthetically pleasing, this is a good sword, a good sword that can not be found.

Zhang Zhen held the hilt of the sword in his hand, turned around and walked to Fan Meng's side.

"Let me tell you, I'm the second leader of the Black Tiger Gang, my eldest brother is Zhao Laohu, you, you're almost done, don't go too far - if I die, you won't be able to live." Fan Meng gasped violently, his face mixed with almost crazy anger and some unwilling timidity.

"There are always troubles in life, it's been a hundred years since you died, you have enjoyed all the blessings you should enjoy, you don't lose anything when you live, and you have no regrets when you die." Zhang Zhen looked at the rouge mark on Fan Meng's neck and the satin clothes on his body, and then looked at the short sword in his hand.

Then he carried Fan Meng, who was like mud, and threw him on the table of the Eight Immortals under Emperor Wu's big painting, and weighed the more than 180 catties of skin left and right.

Fan Meng didn't dare to come out, and always felt that Zhang Zhen's eyes looked at him like a pig that had been tied up under the hands of a butcher to be slaughtered, it was not just the eyes of a murderer, but also like the condescending indifference in the laws of biology. For Zhang Zhen, in addition to anger and hatred, he felt the fear in his heart surging out for the first time.

Zhang Zhen looked to the side, his eyes fixed on the man whose face was kicked and swollen, and beckoned to him very kindly: "Come, come here." ”

The man was still stunned, but when he heard this, his body trembled, and he said inwardly: "You...... What do you want to do? ”

Zhang Zhen didn't speak, and beckoned to him again, still with a harmless and warm smile.

The man saw Zhang Zhen gently and skillfully knock down four or five of his accomplices all the way, and saw that the person who was as strong as Dongzi was also defeated with one blow. Looking at Zhang Zhen again, it was already like watching a killing god from hell, where was there still the courage to resist, and he leaned over in fear and fear.

Zhang Zhen raised his chin towards Fan Meng's body, and his tone was like a gentleman from a private school teaching his disciples: "You gangsters, you inevitably have to fight with others, fighting is a technical job, not relying on brute force to go up and punch and kick people down, to hit the vital point." Where is the key point, the first place is, of course, the heart. If the heart is hit hard, people will immediately have difficulty breathing and be blocked from moving, do you know what the heart looks like? I'll show you this. ”

Saying that, he flipped his wrist, skillfully danced the short sword in his hand, picked up Fan Meng's originally open clothes, and lightly slashed in the center of his chest......

Immediately, the sharp short sword cut through the skin, a palm-long cut, and the muscles suddenly flipped to both sides, and blood flowed sideways. Fan Meng was lying on the table, unable to see his wounds, and still gritting his teeth very hard. The swollen-faced man next to him suddenly changed his face, he didn't beat people less, and he often saw blood, but it was the first time he saw blood like this.

Zhang Zhen slashed down the original wound again, and there was already little muscle in the center of the chest, and after a thin layer of skin and flesh was cut, Sen Sen's sternum was immediately exposed.

"This is the sternum, you look at this row, it doesn't look like a pig's ribs, in fact, the reason is similar, the sternum is used to protect the internal organs inside." Zhang Zhen took the short sword and tapped lightly on Fan Meng's sternum, making a very crisp tinkling sound, and he patiently explained to the man with a swollen face next to him: "The human sternum is still very strong, the heart is under the sternum, in the left half of the human body, it is the size of a fist, and you can see it in a while." ”

Fan Meng's body suddenly shook violently like a convulsion.

"Please don't move." Zhang Zhen patted Fan Meng's shoulder gently, and said very politely, politely like a humble gentleman.

After that, he pulled the flesh of the wound up, pointed to the white strip object below, and gestured to the swollen-faced man: "This is the tendon, the tendons and tendons we talk about on weekdays, they all look like this, don't look at it small, it is very useful, as long as it is cut off, this piece of people can't even use their strength." ”

"Zhang Zhen, let me go. Leave me alone, you can do whatever you want. Want money? I have! Is 1,000 taels enough? Two thousand taels? Five thousand taels? What do you want? Say, "I'll give you all that I have!" Leave me alone, please, let me go......"

Zhang Zhen had to explain again, but Fan Meng, who had been holding back, finally collapsed, he turned over with trembling hands and feet, snot and tears mixed together, and slammed his head on the table.

Not long ago, Zhang Zhen also whispered to Fan Meng, for his noodle restaurant, and now, he kowtows to himself in turn, for his life.

The world is wonderful.

Zhang Zhen finally changed his palpitating smiling face before, his face reappeared cold, looked at the back of Fan Meng's neck exposed when he kowtowed, and said in a deep voice: "Second Master Fan...... I don't have any big hopes, I just want to open a noodle restaurant in this relatively peaceful town, earn a little money, and marry a daughter-in-law, if I can have another child, it would be even better. I don't want to mess with you, I can't afford to mess with you, and I don't want to tie up with you, I'm just opening a noodle restaurant, why do you keep forcing me? Self-inflicted, can't live......" Zhang Zhen gave up his plan to continue torturing him and lifted the short sword in his hand.

At the moment when the tip of the sword touched his skin, a sentence suddenly sounded in Zhang Zhen's mind.

"What is this? This is a dandelion. ”

Zhang Zhen frowned and closed his eyes slightly, but this sentence turned faster and faster, and his voice became louder and louder, as if he was in the distance of the void, and as if he was near his ears.

"What is this? This is a dandelion. ”

Zhang Zhen's face showed a little struggle, and the coldness of ignoring everything in his eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a faint confusion and amazement. After a long time, he finally did not make a move, threw away the short sword, turned and strode away.

Fan Meng raised his head and looked at Zhang Zhen's back, with a look of disbelief and uncontrollable for the rest of his life.