PS: Crazy, tired all night, the plan I wanted to explode was in vain. I hope you will play all your best on New Year's Day, 2014, it's really fast, it's a year old, hehe!!

Deep Sea City, Tongke Garden, in a villa.

Qin He's face was gloomy, and he almost roared at Zhang Ziqiang opposite, his face turned red with excitement: "This time, no matter what means you use, I just want the result, I want Lin Yang, die!" ”

Qin He naturally couldn't tell about being slapped by Lin Yang, so Zhang Ziqiang didn't understand what Qin He was stimulated by, and asked, "Brother Qin, you said you wanted to stabilize last time, why this time..."

"I want him to die without a burial body!" Qin He stared at Zhang Ziqiang and said word by word, Zhang Ziqiang, who looked at him gloomily and wanted to kill, couldn't help but shudder, he hadn't seen Brother Qin have this kind of look for a long time.

Zhang Ziqiang was embarrassed: "Brother Qin, you know, I also miss his life, Qingbao's leg was broken by him, but his combat effectiveness is not weak, if we send people to surround and kill, I am afraid that there will be heavy casualties, and if the matter is big at that time, I will track it down from above, I am afraid..."

Qin He snorted coldly: "Don't you usually boast that you know a lot of people, can't you find someone with strong martial arts?" ”

Zhang Ziqiang hesitated and said: "Yes, yes, I used to know a person from the Qing'an Association Qingtang, his name is Song Jiao, he is very powerful, it is said that one person can deal with twenty people, and he is a fierce general under Zhou Dadao!" ”

"Qing'an Society?" Qin He was a little hesitant, the Qing'an Association was the largest gang in Shenhai City, and there was no one, like Zhang Ziqiang, it was just a small fight. Zhou Dadao is the master of the Qing'an Society, this person is extremely fierce, and it is said that he has an unknown number of lives on his back, but because the Qing'an Association has a deep official background, he is still safe and sound. Qin He knew that the Qing'an Society was too unclean, so he didn't want to have much to do with them.

Zhang Ziqiang said: "If you want to kill Lin Yang quietly, there is only one way!" ”

Qin He thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Okay, you just tell Song Jiao that if he can kill Lin Yang, I am willing to pay 500,000 yuan!" ”

Zhang Ziqiang said with a smile: "Lin Yang is certain to die this time, but Brother Qin, you just had a conflict with him, will the police suspect it..." ”

Qin He waved his hand: "I'll deal with this, you just have to let it go, Shenhai City, I still have such energy!" ”

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Fang Qing, as usual, went out at seven o'clock, ate breakfast near the community, and arrived at the company after sitting for half an hour.

At about nine o'clock, a flower delivery guy walked in and said to Fang Qing: "Miss Fang, your flowers, please sign them!" ”

Several employees immediately started discussing.

"Do you think Mr. Fang will accept it this time?"

"I guess I will accept it, didn't I accept it yesterday, it seems that our President Fang is moved!"

"What kind of man is it that makes my goddess feel excited!" An employee said sourly.

At this time, Lin Yang was driving to the suburbs, got off the national highway, drove on the somewhat dilapidated cement road, and after a while, he stopped. It's a very remote place, except for a patch of fields and a tree by the river.

After walking for more than ten minutes, standing by the river, looking at the wide Qingshui River, calling the snapping turtle to rush here, suddenly, a rapid "crunch" sounded, Lin Yang looked from afar, only to see that there was an off-road Toyota next to his Buick Regal, and a man got out of the car, and he couldn't see clearly from a distance.

The man got out of the car and looked at Lin Yang at the edge of the woods, and then strode over, walking between the ridges, stepping on the ridges with each step of a three-inch deep footprint, and his steps were steady.

Soon, was he less than a hundred meters away from Lin Yang, Lin Yang also saw the man's appearance clearly, a very ordinary man, wearing sunglasses, but his body exuded a fierce aura, and his body had strong muscles, Lin Yang couldn't help but look at the man vigilantly.

When Song Jiao saw his goal today, he smiled, Zhang Ziqiang really looked up to himself, and he actually bid 500,000 yuan to kill such a person, did he think that there was so much money that there was no place to spend it? Looking at Lin Yang, who was thin and weak, Song Jiao shook his head, it seemed that he could still go back to the hall master's appointment.

"Who are you?" When the man in front of him stopped less than five meters away from him, Lin Yang finally determined that this guy was coming at him.

"The one who took your last name!" Song Jiao grinned, stepped out like lightning, and his arm reached out, piercing Lin Yang's face like a gun, and the sound of breaking the air could be faintly heard.

Lin Yang had already taken precautions, his legs were slightly bent into a horse step, and when Song Jiao's long arm hit, he immediately stepped down and blocked with both hands.

Lin Yang took a few steps back, only to feel that the part where he was hit was very painful, and this man's strength was extremely strong.

"Huh?"

Song Jiao looked at Lin Yang in surprise, he didn't expect Lin Yang to be able to react quickly to block his punch, and he didn't expect that he would be able to be intact after blocking.

"It's a bit interesting, no wonder Zhang Ziqiang can't solve you, I'd rather spend 500,000 yuan to ask me to help!" Song Jiao said with a smile.

"Zhang Ziqiang hired you?" Lin Yang shook his arm.

"Hehe, I actually leaked my mouth, but it doesn't hurt even if you know, you're going to die here today anyway!" Song Jiao said nonchalantly.

"You're a little arrogant!" Lin Yang frowned.

"Because I have the capital of hubris!" Song Jiao grinned.

Lin Yang stopped talking, put his feet on the ground, and quickly rushed towards Song Jiao, and three steps away, a punch hit the latter's chin, this punch Lin Yang used the impact of a distance of five meters and his own strength.

Song Jiao's left hand was like a beam with one arm, and he blocked it horizontally, and then his right palm slammed into Lin Yang's shoulder.

"Bang!"

Lin Yang's fist struck Song Jiao's forearm, making a real hand-to-hand combat sound.

Song Jiao's body took five steps back, his face turned red, he was a little careless, he thought that Lin Yang's small body could be strong, and his left arm was enough to block it, but he didn't expect it, but there was a sharp pain in his heart.

Song Jiao is twenty-seven years old this year, he has been practicing boxing since he was sixteen years old, and he has eleven years of kung fu until now, and he once won the national sanda championship, so he is extremely proud, even in front of Zhou Dadao, the master of the Qingtang Hall.

"I'm going to kill you!" Song Jiao was annoyed and angry, ran quickly, and after five steps, he jumped forward sharply, his body was like an eagle spreading its wings, and he swooped towards Lin Yang condescendingly, clenching his left hand into a fist and clapping his right hand.

"Bang!"

Lin Yang's fist collided with Song Jiao's right palm, making a dull and suppressed ** impact sound, and then Lin Yang's body flew out like a straw and was thrown ten meters away.

"Grass!"

Lin Yang inhaled heavily to expel the stuffiness in his chest, looked at his red fist, and thought to himself, he would never hold it big again in the future, fortunately, he used footwork to remove half of the force from the opponent's palm in time, otherwise his fist would be useless.

Lin Yang noticed the unusual place of Song Jiao's palm, which was one size larger than the palm of an ordinary person, like half of a pu fan, and Lin Yang recalled that when Song Jiao came out just now, the big hands had turned iron blue, like the dry old bark, especially the palm part, which was covered with thick calluses.

If you know a little bit about boxing, you also know that this is the result of his perennial practice of slapping sandbags with iron sand palms.

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