"Holy Lord, we are just his subordinates, taking money to do things, this matter has nothing to do with us, you must not beat us!"

"Everything is caused by that Song Hefeng, if you want revenge, go to him, spare me!"

Lin Mingxuan looked at the man begging for mercy in front of him and felt sick.

This kind of person who betrays his master at the critical moment is simply not as good as waste!

Lin Mingxuan said coldly: "Chop." ”

Wang Laoqi's face was nervous: "Ah!?" ”

"Chop off one of your fingers and send a video to Song Hefeng." Lin Mingxuan said.

Wang Laoqi hesitated.

Lin Mingxuan said: "What's the matter, reluctant? When I do it, it's not a finger. ”

"Okay, Lord Saint, I'll chop, I'll do it myself."

Then Wang Laoqi picked up the knife, chopped off his little finger, and let out a scream.

His subordinates sent a video of Wang Laoqi chopping his fingers to Song Hefeng.

Lin Mingxuan turned his head to Po Jun and asked, "Sheraton Hotel, is it too late to pass now?" ”

Po Jun said: "This is the south of the city, the Sheraton Hotel is in the north of the city, if you drive there now, the time is a little too late." ”

"What about airplanes?"

"With military helicopters, maybe."

Lin Mingxuan nodded and said, "Then go and prepare!" ”

"Yes, Holy Lord."

I saw Pojun take out the walkie-talkie and say a word.

After a while, a hurricane hit.

This gust of wind is the result of the propeller-driven airflow.

A pop rang out in the air.

The Battle King's trench coat danced in the air with the gust of wind.

The young man in white also had his hair blown up.

Lin Mingxuan jumped and jumped directly onto the helicopter that was still some distance from the ground.

Then the helicopter took off again and flew in the direction of the north of the city.

The broken army and the guards all saluted in the direction where the helicopter was flying.

Wang Laoqi and these thugs were terrified.

At this moment, Song Hefeng is completely finished, Wang Laoqi thought.

Sheraton Hotel, this man in a white shirt, looked at the video on his phone.

A sinister smile appeared on his face.

Now, see if you're still lying on my bed?

Then he turned on the video, and the screen was on Tang Lin's line of sight, and said, "Look, if you hesitate again, your father will lose another finger." ”

What begins to appear in the video is that a knife is slashed towards the finger, and the finger is directly broken like plasticine.

Tang Lin showed a sad expression and shouted, "Dad! No! ”

Then he looked at Song Hefeng and said viciously: "You beast! ”

Song Hefeng smiled: "I'll ask you again now, take it off or not?" ”

Tang Lin wanted to soften, if she didn't dedicate herself, her father would really become disabled, and now only she could save him.

It would be nice if Lin Mingxuan was here.

Lin Mingxuan, who can even kill Zhong Wanjun and Zheng Hao in seconds, beating this man is a matter of minutes.

She regretted not contacting her husband in the first place.

Then the scene in the next video made Tang Lin dumbfounded.

As the camera switched, the person who was chopped off turned out to be a man he didn't know?

What's going on?

Where's Dad?

Seeing this result, Tang Lin was simply surprised and scared.

The surprise was that his dad didn't have his fingers chopped off.

What I'm afraid of is that I don't know my father's situation now.

Seeing the change in the expression of the woman in front of him, Song Hefeng immediately watched the video by himself.

That's a video of his subordinate Wang Laoqi having his fingers chopped off.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Then he carefully watched the video and found that there was a man in a green power suit and a big windbreaker standing next to Wang Laoqi.

Although his face was not clearly visible, this golden epaulette.

He can see it clearly!

This..., what's going on?

The War King?

Impossible, impossible!

How could the War King appear in such a place, a very bad premonition appeared in Song Hefeng's heart.

I saw that he began to be hideous.

Song Hefeng directly removed his shirt and went naked.

used brute force to directly press Tang Lin on the bed.

As a low-level martial artist, Tang Lin was originally easy for ordinary people to kill in seconds.

But where is this second young master of the Song family, Song Hefeng, an ordinary person.

He is also a serious martial artist, and the martial artist level has reached the middle level of martial arts.

"Get out of here, what are you going to do!"

Tang Lin struggled with all his might, but to no avail in the end.

Song Hefeng said: "Since things have developed like this, then I have to come hard, you better be honest and don't move, otherwise I will kill you first, and then put you on board." ”

The beast in front of him had lost his mind.

He has only one purpose now, which is to occupy Tang Lin's body.

Let Lin Mingxuan live in the shadows.

Just as Song Hefeng was about to reach out and pull his clothes, there was a huge sound of wind outside.

I saw a helicopter hovering next to the glass window.

This is room 009, located on the ninth floor.

Without waiting for Song Hefeng to react, a figure broke through the window directly.

Glass shards flew all over the sky.

The figure kicked Song Hefeng directly in the chest, and the shirtless man just felt like he had been hammered hard.

With this click, several ribs broke.

He flew straight to the wall.

This figure didn't intend to stop there, he directly mentioned Song Hefeng's head.

A punch slammed it over.

The bridge of the nose is deformed!

"This punch is for Tang Jun."

Another punch passed, and the bones of his face broke.

"This punch was for my wife."

Another punch passed, and a deep hole in the forehead was sunk.

"This punch was made for myself!"

Three punches past.

Song Hefeng's face was blurred with flesh and blood, and he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

And he had long since moved.

There was only a slight gasp left, and he had passed out directly.

Tang Lin immediately stepped forward to stop him: "Lin Mingxuan, stop fighting, you will die!" Don't fight anymore. ”

Lin Mingxuan stopped his movements at this time.

Tang Lin was very moved to see her husband rushing over to save her in time at this time.

Lin Mingxuan asked, "It's okay, the bad guys have been solved by me." ”

Tang Lin said with relief: "It's okay." ”

"But, what should he do, that's the second young master of the Song family, the president of the Song Group."

Tang Lin's worries were not unreasonable.

If President Song is beaten like this, the Song family will definitely not let go of themselves easily.

Lin Mingxuan said: "You can rest assured about this, my relatives are close friends with the King of War, and the Song family doesn't dare to do anything to us." ”

Tang Lin was shocked when he heard this, looked at Lin Mingxuan with disbelief, and said, "What!?" You actually have such a relationship with the War King, you didn't say it before! ”

"That's the king of war, a character like a military soul in the war zone!"

Lin Mingxuan said: "Then you didn't ask, don't worry, this matter has passed." ”

Lin Mingxuan hugged Tang Lin in the posture of a princess and jumped into the helicopter hovering in front of the window.

In order to avoid Tang Lin's suspicion, he spoke first: "It's because of my relatives that I can get a helicopter to the station area to come and rescue you." ”

Tang Lin nodded in disbelief.

After that, the waiter at the Sheraton Hotel found Song Hefeng lying unconscious on the ground, and immediately contacted the Song family to send someone over.

When Song Xiangyang, the head of the Song family, and Song Hefeng's parents learned about it, they were furious.

At the Song family meeting, everyone gathered together.

This old man, who is old but still burly, the head of the Song family, Song Xiangyang slapped his palm directly on the table, and the table made of precious wood was directly shattered.

Everyone was terrified.

Who is Song Xiangyang, the head of the Song family?

He served in the war zone and was an instructor in the Longzhou War Zone, the 10th War Regiment, and the Steel Company.

Although the rank of martial artist is a low-level martial artist, the students he taught are all the souls of the military squadron, and it is worth mentioning that the famous Zhanzun Shao Long used to be a teacher of him.

It can be seen how high the prestige of this old man is in the Tenth Legion.

Now, his grandson Song Hefeng was beaten like this, and he is still unconscious in the hospital.

For him, it's a great shame!

It's just not taking him seriously.

As a gold medal instructor, Song Xiangyang can hold back this anger.