Snapped!
"The crime deserves to be punished by death. It is unforgivable. God is angry with others and has no law. The crime is extremely heinous..."
Lin Liang, who had read the testimony, used all the idioms he had known for decades. As an illiterate, he could speak these idioms, which was enough to show how angry he was now.
Although there were some things he couldn't remember and some words he said incorrectly, these were not the point. The point was that he was also very angry now.
"Fuck his mother, fuck his dad, fuck his grandpa, fuck his eighteen generations of ancestors, fuck his whole family..."
“Is this horse-trampling the work of a human being?”
Perhaps knowing that there were no more idioms available, Lin Liang banged the table and cursed in the most straightforward language.
"Dabao, get the machete that I have collected for a long time. I will chop her to death."
"Master, calm down and don't be impulsive."
Dabao supported the old man and stroked his chest. He was equally angry and wanted to kill Liu Yan with a knife.
Lin Liang took a few deep breaths to suppress the anger in his heart.
"What did the young master say?"
Lin Liang doesn't like the Liu family at all, and he seems to have some knowledge. If my son didn't insist on it, he wouldn't even bother to deal with the stuff that smells like literature.
"The young master asked me to make a copy and send it to the Liu family."
"Well, did you send it?"
"delivered."
"Very well, let's go and see the young master."
The two left the hall and came to the courtyard where Lin Fan was. Before they arrived, they heard bursts of fists. The two lowered their footsteps and looked from a distance. They saw Lin Fan practicing martial arts and boxing. His movements were really smooth. , very powerful.
In the past, Lin Liang would definitely have said, "My son's punch was really beautiful."
But now, he could only sigh.
"My son is suffering." Lin Liang burst into tears.
"Master, the young master was practicing boxing before, and now he is practicing boxing again. Is there something wrong?" Dabao was worried.
"Oh, I know my son is more like my father. He turned his grief into strength and vented all his anger with his fists. Think about it, your young master hates martial arts training the most. But look at it now, is he tired?"
"No."
"That's right, he is angry now, Dabao, believe it or not..."
"What do you believe in?"
"During this period, your young master will definitely eat and drink too much. These are the symptoms of extreme sadness, and even more serious, his temperament will change drastically. You must take good care of your young master during this period."
"I understand, sir."
…
At night, the wind was noisy, the insects were noisy, and Dabao's heart was very uneasy.
He huddled behind the arch, wearing thick clothes and enduring the cold wind. Even so, he still couldn't shake his mind to go back to the house to sleep, because the light in the young master's room had not been extinguished yet.
Even what the master said happened one by one.
The young master really shows signs of overeating.
In the evening, a sumptuous meal was prepared and placed in the house.
Through the window, he saw a figure moving in the house. It was practicing boxing. The young master was still practicing boxing.
God, this thing is so exciting to the young master.
Think of this.
Dabao couldn't help but sniff, he wanted to cry, he wanted to shed tears, the young master was really suffering.
All he could do was to stay by the young master's side and help the young master come out of this haze shrouded in thick dark clouds.
inside the house.
The wind of fists was everywhere. Every time a punch was thrown, the muscles in the arms and body were shaking slightly. You could even see beads of sweat jumping from the skin, and then they were shattered by the force.
Chen's Bailianquan is an internal training method for the ninth level. Only by practicing the boxing to perfection and training the muscles of the whole body can one enter the eighth level.
My predecessor didn't like to practice and was a dabbler. He couldn't reach the eighth level in ten years. He was a waste among wastes. As long as he worked harder, he would have been able to advance a long time ago.
Having traveled through time, he knows that if he wants to stand firm, he must have strength.
Without strength, you will never be able to hold your head high in front of certain special groups of people.
For example, his father, Lin Liang, seemed to have a lot of money, but he still had to bow before officials and even give in before some gangs.
Later, this situation changed, not because Lin Fan became the deputy inspector, but because the eldest brother joined the army, achieved some military merit, and was named a sentry officer, in charge of 125 people.
This also makes some local gangs a little more wary.
As for the second sister, she has not come back for many years. When she was ten years old, she was coaxed and coaxed away by an old woman, leaving only one letter. Now, more than ten years later, she only sends it back occasionally. A letter, but no contact other than that.
I don’t know how long.
Gu Gu!
Lin Fan's stomach growled. Everything was good in practice, but it was too energy-consuming. He glanced at the panel.
[Chen's Hundred Refining Boxing (Xiao Cheng 45/100)]
[Acceleration point: 45]
[Remaining acceleration time: 17:05:06]
It's cool, really cool.
His understanding of boxing has deepened.
Ordinary people want to practice Bailianquan from a small level to a great level, which can take as little as half a year or as long as a year. However, he was almost halfway through, and it only took him seven hours.
Of course, based on doubling the time, it would be equivalent to him practicing non-stop for 700 hours.
If anyone knew, they would definitely scream.
He opened it, really opened it.
And it's still very open.
Sit down at the table and start eating voraciously. Big fish and big meat are all excellent foods for replenishing your physical strength. After practicing, your gastrointestinal digestion ability is extremely strong and you can maximize the absorption of nutrients in the food.
He thought about it.
In just two or three days, you must practice your boxing skills to perfection.
You can do it if you work hard.
He likes this home very much. He wants to protect his own things. If anyone dares to touch it, his hand will be cut off.
Soon, all the big fish and meat on the table were swept away. Only the greasy empty plates could prove that there was really a lot of food on these plates just now.
After eating, he did not practice any exercises, but let his stomach digest the food.
Besides, the night was getting dark.
If there is time, it would be equivalent to two or three in the morning.
Turn off the lights and go to bed, there will be something to do tomorrow.
As the lights in the house were extinguished, Dabao, who was hiding outside, breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, moved his legs that were numb from squatting, turned around and left here.
I can watch the young master turn off the lights and go to sleep.
His heart is at peace.
…
early morning.
living room.
The Lin family had an uninvited guest, but they were also expected.
Liu Rushi, Liu Yan and his daughter.
There was also an old man with a snow-white beard. He was a well-known person in the local area. He was obviously called by Liu Rushi to help mediate.
Lin Fan sat there, drinking tea, raising his head slightly and looking at the three people in front of him.
Lin Liang was also sitting, but he was holding a cloth in his hand, gently wiping the rusty machete. This knife was the first weapon he received when he joined a local gang when he was young. It has been with him for decades. Years are of great significance.
Their expressions were calm.
On the contrary, Dabao's face looked like a man-eating tiger, his eyes revealed ferocity and anger, and he wanted to open his mouth and swallow the Liu Yan in front of him alive.
this moment.
Lin Liang spoke.
"Brother Liu, this knife of mine has been stained with blood."
