The bloody smell coming from outside the door suddenly made everyone in the tiled house feel creepy, and everyone's eyes converged on the door.

The middle-aged man who was sitting on the ground could not take care of the little girl in his hand, he trembled all over, and moved back little by little, as if there was some terrible beast standing in front of him.

In the frightened eyes of everyone, a tall man slowly walked in.

The door of the tiled house was too low, and the man was more than eight feet tall, so he could barely get in by bending over.

By the faint light, the frightened expressions on the faces of everyone in the room were all caught in the eyes of the man.

Coincidentally, everyone knelt down towards the man, kowtowing uncontrollably and begging for mercy.

There are some middle-aged men in the crowd, but they are just ordinary people.

The man in front of him is not only tall, but in his hand, he is also carrying a steel knife that is dripping blood!

In the face of these people's begging for mercy, a hint of banter flashed in the man's eyes.

After roughly estimating the number of people, he turned around directly and walked out the door.

When passing by the middle-aged man who collapsed at the door, the man glanced at the little girl he was holding in his hand a little strangely.

It seemed that the chaotic begging for mercy of everyone in the tiled house attracted the attention of the outside, and a slightly gloomy voice came into the house.

"Third child, what's going on inside, if it's just a few broken houses and there is no oil and water to fish, let's not waste time here."

In an instant, the hearts of everyone in the room were instantly raised.

The man with the knife was indeed one of the strongmen who burned and looted outside, as they expected.

Right now, his accomplices are just outside the door, and I don't know how many such fierce characters there are.

It's okay for these people in the house to bully the helpless little girl, but against these strong people, they don't even have the courage to resist.

The only hope now is that the man who came into the house will hide his whereabouts for them, and only then will the people in the house have a chance to escape this fate.

The man standing at the door turned a blind eye to the pleading gazes cast by everyone in the room.

He turned around and shouted outside: "There are fat sheep inside, Zhang Dahu, who opened a restaurant in the city, and Li San, who opened a silk village at the east gate, they are all inside."

The crowd who knelt on the ground and begged for mercy was stunned for a moment, and then they got up from the ground one after another, scrambling to run outside.

The space inside the tile house was too small, and the only way to pass was the broken wooden door.

Now the man was holding his knife to block it, and the crowd rushed closer, but none of them dared to take another step.

In the crowd, a middle-aged fat man in silk looked at the man's face, as if he remembered something.

Suddenly, he stretched out his fat hand and pointed at the man with the knife and shouted, "Don't be afraid, everyone, he is a dog meat seller near the east gate."

After saying that, he separated the crowd, stepped forward and patted the man on the shoulder, and said, "Wang Jun, you are a butcher who kills dogs and comes out with a knife, who are you to scare? In your capacity, you should kowtow to me when you see me."

The fat man is what a man named Wang Jun said, Li San who opened a silk village.

The people present heard that it was just a dog killer, and the panicked expressions on their faces gradually receded.

If such untouchables were to be put in peacetime, they would put them in prison with a word.

Not to mention sitting in prison, if there are no ten or eight years, he will never think of being able to come out.

Since they weren't the strongmen in those gang martial arts, they wouldn't pose any threat to them, right? So thought to the hearts of the people.

Wang Jun glanced lightly at Li San, who was patting him on the shoulder.

Suddenly, he changed into a humble smile, bent down and said softly, "What Boss Li said is that according to the usual example, I should kowtow to you and say goodbye."

Li San was originally a little hairy by his eyes, but seeing him say this at this time, the usual commanding style came out again.

"What are you doing in a daze? Get down on your knees for the master."

Wang Jun couldn't stop nodding his head, just when everyone's hearts gradually let go.

A white light suddenly lit up in the room, and then everyone heard a scream like killing a pig, and several people standing in front of Li San were splashed with thick blood.

Li San covered the white bones of the broken arm and screamed non-stop.

At the feet of everyone, a severed arm was shocking.

Wang Jun wiped the blade of the slightly curly blade with his cuff.

This man's blood is still too hot, and he has cut this good steel knife into a little curly, and next time he will have to find some boneless places to start.

At this moment, a big man walked in from the narrow doorway, he glanced at Li San, who was rolling on the ground and wailing, and then looked at the "fat sheep" in the room, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

When Wang Jun saw the big man coming in, he turned around and hugged his fists and said, "Big brother, these people in the house are all rich and unkind, and they must have brought a lot of belongings with them, which is a lot of money."

Dahan nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, bring everyone out and search them one by one."

Wang Jun nodded yes, then turned around and smiled at everyone, "Everyone, please!"

After speaking, he didn't care about the people who were still stupid, Wang Jun squatted down and patted Li San's fat face, and said with a smile: "Boss Li, do you still need me to salute you?"

Li San had to endure the sharp pain in his arm and cried, "Brother Wang, Uncle Wang, I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again."

Wang Jun pretended to be frightened and said, "Boss Li, what are you talking about? What's wrong with you? It's the villain who is wrong, I'm just a pariah who kills dogs, and now I actually cut off one of your arms, don't you ask the official lord to take me to the big prison?"

Li San's consciousness had begun to blur, but he had to brace himself up to answer Wang Jun's words, otherwise he was afraid that he would be directly chopped off by a knife.

The big man on one side shouted impatiently, "Get out of here, all the roots have grown under the soles of your feet, right? You have to wait for Lao Tzu to ask you to come out, right?"

The faces of everyone in the room turned pale, and everyone knew what fate awaited them once they walked out of this tiled house.

But the current situation does not allow them to resist, and in the troubled times, human life is as cheap as a mustard.

The crowd began to move gradually, and they bypassed the middle-aged man who was sitting on the ground, as well as the boss Li of the silk village, like a group of walking corpses, walking out of the door with their heads down.

After Wang Jun teased Li San, he put away the silver ticket jewelry he presented with both hands, and then regardless of Li San's pleading, the steel knife was accurately inserted into Li San's heart.

With Wang Jun's hand gently stirring, Li San's mouth and nose were bleeding, his eyes were wide open, and his death was extremely miserable.