"Tsk!"

Lowering his head and looking at the body in the pool of blood that was spasmodic because of the incomparably severe pain, Lin Feng threw away the bushido in his hand with satisfaction, and then raised his head and looked at Wang Yong, who looked like a poop on the second floor.

Immediately, he learned the posture of Bruce Lee in "Raptors Crossing the River", hooked his hand towards Wang Yong, and spoke.

"Come down !!"

You're paralyzed.

Wang Yong's whole body was trembling, and the fat on his face was shaking, full of greasy sweat.

He stood on the second floor, looking at Yanagi Muramasa who was wailing in the hall below, looking at the corpses all over the ground and the ground winding into a river of blood, and felt that Lin Feng standing in the hall was like a demon seeking his life.

In the face of such Lin Feng, where did Wang Yong dare to come down?

But now, it's no longer a question of whether he dares or not.

It's down, it's down, it's not down......

It's still going to be down.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Yong tried to gather his strength and wanted to go down the stairs next to him.

"Did I tell you to take the stairs?"

Lin Feng smiled slightly, but his words were very cold.

He's never been a good person, let alone a good person, just now this fat man pointed at his nose and humiliated himself, he would humiliate and humiliate him, what's wrong?

If you don't have a watch, you have to play ruthlessly, the master humiliates you with his ability, why do you want to take the stairs?!

Hearing Lin Feng's words, Wang Yong was silent at first, looked down at the distance between the second floor and the first floor of more than ten meters, and suddenly regretted that he had to build the house like this.

At such a high distance, jumping down is sure to break your legs.

Thinking of this, Wang Yong roared, pointed at Lin Feng with his fat finger and scolded angrily.

"Boy, I'll grass your mother, you play with me......? Ahh

Without finishing a sentence, suddenly, the sword flashed, and a katana that was originally at Lin Feng's feet flew up, and in an instant, it broke through the air, cutting off Wang Yong's outstretched right hand and his wrist.

"Ah!!h

Holding the broken arm, Wang Yong roared bitterly, the expression on his face was nervous, scared, and desperate, and finally on the verge of collapse at this time.

"Lao Tzu is playing with you, how to drop?"

With a mocking smile on the corner of his lips, Lin Feng opened his mouth and carried out the role of the bad guy to the end.

Seeing his scoundrel appearance, Wang was about to explode in courage.

However, the absolute difference in strength made him helpless against Lin Feng, and his anger and grievances fused together, making him change his previous invincibility, and he felt that his whole person was about to faint.

Tremblingly, he took out a cigar from his arms with his left hand, held it in his mouth, and Wang Yong touched the lighter again.

But after touching it for a while, I didn't touch it, and my face couldn't help but feel more desperate, so I simply gritted my teeth and said.

"Don't say more, Lao Tzu resigned himself to his fate. Boy, give me a good time. ”

Wang Yong is also worthy of being a business giant, in just a few years, he has been mixed up to the second only to Qin Daqiang, and at this moment he calmed down slightly in the severe pain, knowing that he could not survive today, so he simply begged for death.

It's just, it's still the same sentence......

Why?!

Find someone to go to the bar to frame the master, ambush Lao Tzu's sister Kerr, break Huiwen's sister's legs, and let Lao Tzu be disgusted to death in the detention center.

There are so many things that provoke Lao Tzu, you can get rid of it as soon as you die?

Lin Feng laughed coldly, then shook his head and spoke.

"It's impossible to be happy, after all, you've kept me unhappy these days. ”

"Then what are you going to do......", Wang Yong roared, he didn't expect that he would end up like today, and he couldn't even meet the simple request of begging for death.

"Deal with all the things that your Wang group provoked, such as accepting bribes, selling officials, speculating in real estate, colluding with underworld forces, killing people, intimidating and extortion, shell companies, making false accounts, and raping women by the group...... Well, that's pretty much it!"

Lin Feng still opened his mouth lightly, his eyes were contemptuous, and he buttoned the basins one by one to Wang Yong's head, and it was forcibly buckled, with fresh, and it was deducted alive.

There's no way, people with strength and arrogance are just hanging like this.

And, to be precise, these charges are not.

The Wang Group must have done more bad things behind the scenes than Lin Feng said.

However, to bring down the Wang Group, only one or two of them are enough, Lin Feng is more refined, and he wants to have a few more insurances.

After saying this, Lin Feng smiled again and continued to speak.

"By the way, it also includes the murder of Lao Tzu's bar, as for how to do it, you don't need me to teach you, right?!"

"You...... You, you're a scoundrel. ”

After listening to Lin Feng's words, Wang Yong yelled angrily.

"You're right, I'm a scoundrel. ”

Lin Feng smiled, and there was a very smug expression on his face, as if he was praising him with these words.

"Why should I listen to you? If I want to kill, I will kill, if I want to chop, I will kill you, I really can't do it when Lao Tzu is afraid of you. ”

The Wang Group is indeed too important to Wang Yong, even more important than his life, how could he give up his years of hard work because of Lin Feng's threat.

Lin Feng frowned when he heard this, and was about to speak, when suddenly, a person rushed out of the room on the second floor and ran to Wang Yong's side, holding a double-barreled shotgun in his hand, his face was pale, and his body trembled and pointed at Lin Feng.

"Lin Feng, you...... Don't push me. ”

This person is Wang Yichen, the boy who smashed Lin Feng with a wine bottle in the bar and has always liked to pretend to be cold.

Seeing Wang Yichen suddenly rush out, Wang Yong's face instantly turned pale, and he said anxiously.

"Yichen, what are you doing?

Lin Feng smiled when he heard this, raised his right hand, and pointed it straight at Wang Yichen, whose body was trembling, with his index finger and middle finger stretched out in front of him, his thumb cocked, and he used his fingers to draw a pistol posture.

Seeing Lin Feng's movements, Wang Yong yelled at several ninjas behind him.

"Quick, hurry up until he's gone. ”

Hearing this, several ninjas gritted their teeth and swept towards Wang Yichen.

"Bang!"

At the same time as they moved, Lin Feng sneered, stood in the hall downstairs, lightly snapped his fingers, the golden light on his body flashed slightly, and several extremely small flames, but faster than bullets, shot out of his hands.

In the next moment, several ninjas collapsed to the ground at the same time, and a bloody hole appeared in the center of their eyebrows, emitting green smoke.

I'm grass Nima!

Seeing this strange scene, Wang Yong's cold sweat flowed down as soon as he 'brushed'.

Before, he simply thought that Lin Feng was very capable of fighting, but now he knew that Lin Feng was not only capable of fighting, but also some kind of character who would only appear in novels.

Superman?!

Or is it an immortal cultivator?