The fat man grinned and said, "We found out later, we dug out his heart and sent it to my wife by express delivery."
Seeing my expressionless face, the fat man looked surprised: "What I said is the damn truth, aren't you afraid?"
I said calmly: "You don't need to scare people. Believe me, I have seen more dead people in my life than you put together."
I'm not lying. I've seen a lot of dead people and rotten bones in tombs. I've seen the huge pit where hundreds of people were buried in the Western Zhou Dynasty.
While I was talking to the trafficker, the Linquan drunkard kept drinking from his gourd, and I noticed that his face started to turn red.
Seeing that he couldn't scare me, the fat man snapped his fingers with one hand and said, "Take them into the house to see people."
One person led us to the bedroom, opened the door with a key, and said with a cold face, "Let's go in and take a look."
The room was empty, not to mention the little red-haired man, not even a ghost.
"you!"
The fat man's face suddenly changed, and he said coldly: "Keep the money! Kill the people!"
As soon as the fat man finished speaking, a crutch suddenly flew over and hit him on the head.
The fat man's hands were covered with blood. He covered his head and shouted angrily: "Go! Kill them!"
Six human traffickers charged at us fiercely with watermelon knives. Linquan Drunkard walked up to us with one hand and a crutch.
In a place as big as the bedroom, knives are swung wildly among the lightning and flint! I hurriedly dodged the fatal knife, grabbed one person's wrist with my backhand, and started to struggle with him!
"Be careful with the knife!" I reminded loudly.
The next scene I saw was incredible. Faced with the siege of four human traffickers, the Linquan drunkard was clearly stumbling and unsteady, but no knife could hurt him.
Instead, he seemed to be drunk but punched the trafficker on the throat. The other person knelt down on the spot. He raised his foot and kicked the trafficker away. A knife stabbed him in the back. He opened his mouth and yawned. Without even looking, he pushed out his butt and knocked the person away.
At this time, another five or six people rushed in. It was probably the trafficker living in another room who heard the noise and came to help. Faced with the joint siege of more than ten people, he showed great ease and knocked down half of them in a stumble. .
"Boss! Something's wrong! Look what's going on with this drunkard!"
"Damn it! What are you looking at! Hurry up and fuck me! Kill him!"
The next second, the Linquan drunkard suddenly grabbed the fat man's neck. His face turned red, and he punched the fat man in the face one after another!
The fat man rolled his eyes and lost consciousness after receiving a few punches. He didn't stop, grabbed the fat man's neck and pushed him to the wall, and hit the fat man's face like a rain of heavy punches.
"Boss!"
Three human traffickers stabbed the Linquan drunkard with knives on his waist. He let go of the fat man and lowered his waist, looking at the people with a smile as if he were looking at the sky.
"Fuck you!"
The three of them were furious, turned their wrists at the same time, raised their knives and stabbed downwards.
I saw him lying flat on the ground, with his back against the floor, and instantly stretched out his legs to clamp the wrists of the three people.
The three traffickers were all crowded together and desperately trying to free their hands, but he leisurely picked up the gourd and took a sip of wine. He spat it all on the three people's faces and laughed loudly.
Then, he took the wine gourd to the heads of the three of them and banged them like whack-a-mole!
The last blow was so powerful that the wine gourd exploded! The medicinal wine was scattered all over the floor.
He let go of his feet and rolled around twice, then stuck out his tongue and licked the wine on the floor.
Within a moment, these murderous traffickers were lying all over the floor, no one stood up, and the whole bedroom was in a mess.
He leaned on the wall and swayed, blushing and belching wine, and stared at me with his eyes.
I was stunned as I watched. I had seen people who could fight, but I had never seen anyone fight like this!
You can’t go wrong! This is not the kind of thing that is used for social performance.
To attack someone unexpectedly, to catch someone unprepared, to keep your body drunk without getting drunk, and to walk drunkenly without getting drunk, this is 100% the long-lost technique of Zui Ba Xian Sanshou, commonly known as "Southern Drunken Fist".
