After staring at each other for a full minute, the anger on Arthur Bateson's face faded and was replaced by a cold, murderous expression. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I saw him pouting with a wicked smile, and said in a slightly self-deprecating tone: "What a righteous revenge! A good fair! I admit that I did underestimate the enemy, and mistook the lion for a cat." It was a huge mistake, but luckily the goddess of fate did not abandon me and gave me a chance to turn defeat into victory. ”

"Where is the chance to turn defeat into victory? Why didn't I see it?" Lu Li deliberately turned up and down, left and right, and raised his eyebrows sarcastically.

"It's admirable courage and humor, but you seem to have forgotten where you are, and I feel the need to give you a little reminder. As he spoke, Arthur Bateson swung his fist and slammed it into Lu Li's abdomen.

Bang!

This punch is firmly under the ribs!

He only felt that his right hand seemed to hit a steel plate, sending back a huge reaction force, and his right wrist was stiffly bent into a strange ninety degrees, and there was a clicking sound......

In the next second, the indescribable pain was transmitted back to the brain, and the president couldn't help but scream: "Ahh!!!!!hh

"Boss, don't move! Your wrist is broken!" the strong black man hurriedly rushed up and pressed his trembling arm to prevent a second misalignment.

As for Lu Li, who was beaten, he didn't even react at all, and laughed directly: "Hahahaha! This is what you call a reminder? I'm sorry, I really can't help it, because your current performance is just like those funny clowns in film and television works." ”

You must know that just a few hours ago, he had just completed the promotion from level nineteen to level twenty, and his defensive attribute had increased from twenty points a long time ago to twenty-five points, so that he could deal with the increasingly powerful attack methods of monsters below the twentieth floor.

What is the concept of 25 Defense?

To put it simply, at a distance of 50 meters, an ordinary 9mm bullet cannot penetrate the skin at all, and even within 30 meters, it can only penetrate about two centimeters into the body, and then it will be stuck by the tense muscles.

The terrifying muscle density and bone density make Lu Li an out-and-out monster, although it doesn't look exaggerated from a distance, but the weight is definitely several times higher than that of ordinary people.

Under the premise of no protective measures, it would be hellish to hit this kind of body comparable to a steel plate with all your strength, and your wrist would not be broken.

As long as he wants, he can completely protect a few vital parts, let dozens of people beat him casually, until the other party can't move, and maybe take the opportunity to sleep for a while during this period.

Unfortunately, Arthur Bateson clearly didn't know this, and because his anger and hatred had overwhelmed his senses, he was now paying the price for his actions.

"Boss, I can't find the plank for the time being, but I have to tie it tightly with my clothes first, it may hurt a little, so bear with it." With that, the black man took off his suit, carefully put his wrist back in place, and then tightened it hard.

"Ah!!! Fake! Fake! Fake! Miscellaneous! Don't be complacent!

As a rich man, Arthur Bateson never suffered this sin, screaming and cursing incessantly, as if to alleviate the pain in this way.

In a few moments, his wrists were tightly wrapped, and he angrily said to the black man, "Go, teach him a lesson, use some strength, just don't kill him!"

"As you wish, boss......"

The black man bared a mouthful of white teeth, clenched his fist and approached, and slammed his arm like a big star, striking his elbow against his lower abdomen with a fast and fierce speed.

But for some reason, just as his elbow was about to hit him, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and stared at his boss with a puzzled expression, and after about a few seconds, he rushed straight up and beat Arthur Bateson wildly, and in the blink of an eye, he hit the president with a blue nose and swollen face.

"Shet! Stop! Stop! me, are you crazy?" Arthur Bateson shouted at the top of his voice.

"Crazy? No, I'm not crazy! You damn white pig! I owe so many years of loyalty! In the end, I was met with a merciless betrayal. The black man roared in rage, his eyes bloodshot and visibly intensely stimulated.

"Betrayal? When have I betrayed you? Have you got water in your head?"

Arthur Bateson couldn't figure out what was going on and why his men turned their faces for no reason, desperately blocking the opponent's punching bag with their arms.

The corners of Lu Li's mouth curled slightly, and he pretended to remind kindly: "Dear Mr. President, don't explain in vain, hurry up and find a way to fight back, otherwise he will really beat you to death." ”

"Bastard! He's got to fall for your witchcraft, right?" asked Arthur Bateson, kicking the black man away.

"Whatever you want to understand, anyway, only one of the two of you can survive in the end, either you kill him or he kills you, there is absolutely no second possibility. After that, Lu Li put on a good look.

Apparently, he tried his stolen skill, Real Dreams, on black people, and it turned out to be surprisingly interesting.

Just stimulating the subconscious mind and creating a false illusion made this simple-minded and well-limbed guy think that his boss was going to kill him......

This skill is not aimed at the sensory organs, but at the nerve center of the human being, the brain, what the eyes see, the ears hear, the nose smells, the skin touches, and the mouth tastes, all of which are false signals from the brain.

If the target is very vigilant, then a few minutes of careful thinking will help you find the loopholes in your false memories and break free from your dreams.

But if you don't have a sense of vigilance, you will fall into it unconsciously, and slowly transform into a part of your memory over time, and you will be convinced of it.

Seeing that the black man's fist was getting more and more ferocious, Arthur Bateson finally couldn't bear it anymore, quickly drew his pistol, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang, bang, bang!

After four gunshots, the black man collapsed in a pool of blood, and the dark red liquid slowly flowed down the wound, forming a viscous puddle of blood on the ground.

Bang Bang Bang!

"Wonderful! I can't believe you're so decisive in killing, I thought I'd have to wait a little longer. After all, the person who can participate in this kind of thing must be your most trusted subordinate, and normally speaking, don't you always think of a little old love?"

With the power of the wind blade, Lu Li easily cut the rope, got up from the chair, and slapped his face with a smile.

I don't know when he started to be completely numb to killing, and he can no longer feel emotions such as nausea and disgust, and even a trace of excitement from the heart, as if the stimulation brought by blood and death is a kind of enjoyment......