"two!"
"one!"
"You're a naughty kid, so don't blame me."
"stop!"
Jin Buhuan hurriedly raised the dagger above his head and shouted: "Don't do it! We admit defeat!"
"Ha ha……"
Zhao Donglai couldn't help laughing and said smugly: "I've long seen that you were pretending, but now I've got you!"
"Okay, okay, we admit defeat, we beg for mercy. Mr. Zhao... put the knife away, don't scare Uncle Ming, he is old, don't let him have a heart attack, then you will really become A murderer!"
"Yes, brother, take it easy. I have a heart disease. If I am scared to death, you will really become a murderer. You just want to retaliate. There is no need to kill." Uncle Ming begged for mercy.
"You old guy has a rosy face and looks healthier than me. How could you have a heart disease? Stop pretending."
"Brother, my rosy complexion speaks volumes. Let me tell you, I have high blood pressure, high blood fat, heart disease...and...those diseases that the elderly are prone to." Qian Yaoming Said ramblingly.
"Shut up, why didn't you say you were terminally ill with cancer!" Zhao Donglai scolded angrily.
"Cancer?...Yes, I have lung cancer. Don't pass it on to you when I see blood. Just let me go."
Everyone looked at the scene in front of them and couldn't help but feel a little speechless. This old man was really endless when he blew it.
"Shut up!"
Zhao Donglai pressed the dagger closer. Qian Yaoming was frightened. He really didn't dare to speak anymore. Zhao Donglai's threat made him feel very uneasy. She was worried that her throat would be cut by Zhao Donglai's hand.
"Zhao Donglai, it seems that you have the upper hand this time and you win. Come on, tell me what you want!" Jin Buhuan shouted loudly.
"I haven't thought about that yet, but let your kid suffer a little first!"
Zhao Donglai shouted: "Come on, teach him a lesson!"
The two strong men immediately rushed towards Jin Buhuan and began to punch and kick him violently. Especially the person whose calf he had slashed with a dagger before, he struck without mercy, and every blow hit his vitals directly.
If it weren't for the protection of the mysterious power in Jin Buhuan's body, he would have either been seriously injured or died within a few punches.
However, the mysterious power is not omnipotent. When his body was attacked by fists and kicks, Jin Buhuan also felt the pain. He shouted loudly and screamed in pain.
Zhao Donglai looked at Jin Buhuan's more and more painful shouts. Instead of feeling sympathy, Zhao Donglai aroused a kind of fanatical excitement. He encouraged loudly: "Try harder, try harder!"
The fists and kicks continued to hit Jin Buhuan, causing him to curl up and lie on the ground, groaning in pain.
"Let me come, you all stay away!"
Zhao Donglai still felt that it was not enough, so he rushed over and pushed away the two strong men, kicked Jin Buhuan fiercely, and cursed: "Let's see if you are still arrogant, if you dare to make a report, if you dare to peek at the big girl taking a bath... ....”
Jin couldn't help but retorted: "I didn't peek at the big girl taking a shower!"
"You still dare to be stubborn, I said yes..."
Zhao Donglai immediately kicked Jin Buhuan a few more times, leaving him panting from exhaustion.
The beating was not yet complete. He looked at the dagger in his hand, but he really didn't dare to stab it with it. He would really be close to jail. He looked at a large jar with blue and white landscape figures that fell out of the box in the room. Pointing and shouting: "Bring me that"
"OK."
A strong man picked up the large jar of blue and white landscape figures from the ground and handed it to Zhao Donglai.
"Hel him up for me."
A big man picked up Jin Buhuan, who was already bruised and swollen, while Zhao Donglai grabbed his hair and said proudly: "I'm going to cut a gourd on your head and leave some marks! It will make you remember!"
There was a "clang" sound.
The large jar of blue and white landscape figures suddenly hit Jin Buhuan's forehead and shattered instantly.
