Wu Junhao was scared.

Rao is his face covered with blood, but under the blood, he still can't hide the paleness of a dead man.

The eyes of the man in front of him were full of murderous intent, and he couldn't see the slightest fluctuation at all.

It's as if you're facing a bloodthirsty beast.

Such a feeling, even when facing Lin Lingdong, he had never had it.

The heart is beating faster, as if it is about to jump out of the chest.

In the end, Wu Junhao squeezed his throat with great effort and issued a word.

"Good!"

……

Lingdong Villa.

It is located in the scenic area on the outskirts of Lingdong, surrounded by mountains and rivers.

It is the top mountain villa club in Lingdong.

Those who can enter this place are either rich or noble, and ordinary people can only watch from afar, not approach.

Tonight's Lingdong Villa is particularly lively.

The interior of the villa is lit up.

A tight patrol fleet demonstrates a high level of security.

And in the hall, sheng sang and danced, laughing and laughing.

The huge round table was packed.

"Zheng Guoshou is coming to the Humble House, please allow Lingdong to have another drink!"

Lin Lingdong had a drunken red on his face, and happily raised his wine glass to meet Zheng Guoshou on the main seat.

Zheng Guoshou was also just slightly drunk, and he was very interested in this banquet, so naturally he did not refuse.

As the two of them put the wine in their glasses, they drank it all.

Everyone present applauded.

Everyone present is a big man with a head and a face in Lingdong, but now they have become a foil at the wine table.

However, there was not the slightest dissatisfaction or complaint from everyone.

Being able to enter and exit Lingdong Villa is already a bright face.

What's more, the guest of honor invited by Lin Lingdong tonight is still the dignified Chinese painting master Zheng Guoshou!

The internationally renowned Taishan Beidou.

It is a blessing to be able to visit Lingdong.

And everyone here knows that this is also Lin Lingdong's face.

If it were anyone present, let alone invite Zheng Guoshou to Lingdong, it is estimated that people would not even bother to speak.

"Hahaha...... Lingdong Xiandi is really a man of temperament. ”

Zheng Guoshou laughed and hooked his shoulders with Lin Lingdong, without putting on a show.

"Zheng Lao, don't hide it, I'm a rough person, but there are fine in the thick, and I usually like to dance and ink, when I first saw your old paintings, it was shocking, and it was out of control since then."

Lin Lingdong's praise made Zheng Guoshou even more happy.

"Brother Lingdong, why don't you take advantage of this situation and ask Zheng Lao to paint a picture?" It was proposed.

"Good!"

Without waiting for Lin Lingdong to speak, Zheng Guoshou came down.

Lin Lingdong's eyes lit up, and he showed a fiery intent when he landed.

He is the underground king of Lingdong, with unparalleled power and wealth, but when he is leisurely, he is obsessed with Chinese painting, and he has great respect for Taishan Beidou like Zheng Guoshou.

If you can take advantage of the drunkenness to get a treasure of ink, you will have one more pleasing treasure in your villa in the future!

Thinking of this, Lin Lingdong was overjoyed and got up to personally study ink for Zheng Guoshou.

This scene made everyone present secretly frightened.

When was the Underground King able to put his stature so low?

"Brother Lingdong, do you want me to come?" One person proposed.

Lin Lingdong glanced at him obliquely: "What qualifications do you have to study ink for Zheng Lao?" Even if it's me, it's just for Zheng Laoxiao's dogs and horses. ”

The man's face changed, and he hurriedly retreated into the crowd.

Just when Zheng Guo was holding the pen and dyeing ink, ready to put down the pen.

Suddenly.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Wu brought someone here."

Outside the hall, a voice rang out.

Zheng Guo's pen couldn't help but be stunned.

Lin Lingdong was furious when he landed, and said apologetically to Zheng Guoshou: "I'm sorry Zheng Lao, it's my little brother, there are no rules, I'll teach him a lesson." ”

"Forget it, my own brother, why bother, invite them in." Zheng Guoshou waved generously.

Lin Lingdong breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly asked the person outside the door to call someone in.

When Chen Dong carried Wu Junhao and walked into the hall.

In the hall, there was an exclamation.

Everyone's faces changed dramatically.

"Junhao!"

Lin Lingdong's expression was fierce, and he was a little drunk and sober.

"Boss ......"

Originally, Wu Junhao was still frightened, but when he heard Lin Lingdong's words, he came back to his senses and wailed sadly: "It's him, he wants to see you!" ”

"!"

Lin Lingdong was furious, ignoring Zheng Guoshou who was present, and scolded angrily.

The rest of the people were also full of anger, glaring at Chen Dong and Zhou Yanqiu and the lone wolf behind him.

These people, beating Wu Junhao like this, do they want Lin Lingdong to teach them how to write the word "death"?

However.

No one found out.

At this time, Zheng Guoshou, who was standing in front of the case and holding the pen, was shocked, and his drunken eyes instantly became clear.

How did this kid get here?

Chen Dong naturally also noticed Zheng Guoshou in the crowd, and was also a little stunned and surprised.

But that's about it.

Because of Gu Qingying's relationship, Zheng Guoshou is his uncle according to his generation, and what kind of person the other party socializes has nothing to do with him.

He came to do his business!

Poof!

With a flick of his right hand, Chen Dong threw Wu Junhao to the ground.

Looking at Lin Lingdong, who was like an angry lion, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the underground king of Lingdong was still so young. ”

Lin Lingdong in front of him looked like he was about thirty years old.

With the title of the underground king of Lingdong, not only can he not see the slightest bit of gangsterism, but he is a little polite.

"Boss ......"

Wu Junhao was about to crawl towards Lin Lingdong crying, his face covered with coagulated blood, which made his misery even worse.

Syllable!

Chen Dong raised his foot and stepped on Wu Junhao's back.

This scene instantly made Lin Lingdong furious.

He is the underground king of Lingdong, in Lingdong, who dares not to give him some face?

Who doesn't know that Wu Junhao is his subordinate?

Beating Wu Junhao like this is obviously to slap his face as an underground king!

"Dog beating, it depends on the owner!" Lin Lingdong squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

Chen Dong tilted his head slightly, and Ling Ran smiled: "Your dog bit my brother, I beat a dog, what else do you look at?" ”

Rumble!

A word of thunder.

Everyone present was shocked.

Oh, my God!

Is this guy crazy?

Dare to speak to Lin Lingdong like this?

Some people even thought that they were drunk and misheard, so they raised their hands and drilled their ears fiercely.

"Yes, very good! You are the first person who dares to speak to me Lin Lingdong like that! ”

Lin Lingdong laughed angrily, and his laughter was wanton and arrogant.

Everyone present was terrified.

Everyone knows that this is Lin Lingdong's signature smile, a smile, there will be blood splash!

However.

Chen Dong stepped on Wu Junhao's back, and in Wu Junhao's screams, he walked directly past his body and met Lin Lingdong's gaze: "I, Chen Dong, have always spoken like this!" ”

The tip of the needle is on the wheat mang.

The smell of gunpowder is extremely strong.

The intent of slaughter is pervasive.

Just when Lin Lingdong was about to attack.

A big hand suddenly pressed on Lin Lingdong's shoulder.

Lin Lingdong looked back at Zheng Guoshou in astonishment: "Elder Zheng, I'm sorry, let these little ones disturb your Yaxing, please move, I ......"

"No, you don't."

Zheng Guoshou interrupted Lin Lingdong's words, and said with a calm face: "Don't you want the old man to paint?" Let's do it now. ”

In a word.

Lin Lingdong and everyone were shocked.

It's going to be bloody, and you're still painting?