The two people who were beaten were in pain and anger. They stared at the attacker and wanted to pounce on him and bite off a few pieces of his flesh.
The one who beat him was naturally Lu Ming.
Lu Ming looked at the two of them: "Who are you hanging out with?"
"It's none of your business." The tall young man stared at Lu Ming angrily: "You're damn dead, no one can save you."
"Yeah?"
Lu Ming walked over, making the tall young man look frightened and his heart beat faster.
Click!
Lu Ming crushed his knees with his foot, causing him to let out a heart-rending cry: "Ah..."
"Loose... let go, I said... I said..."
Lu Ming raised his foot and patted his face: "You don't have hard bones. Tell me."
The tall young man said quickly: "We are fooling around with Brother Kun."
Lu Ming: "Which brother Kun is it? Liang Kun or Xu Kun?"
The tall young man looked confused, as if he didn't know who Liangkun and Xukun were.
He explained: "Ghostface Kun, Brother Kun."
Lu Ming was noncommittal: "Take us to meet your Brother Kun."
The tall young man said with a grimace: "Brother, my bones are broken and I can't walk."
"It doesn't matter." Lu Ming said, "If you can't walk, you can take a car."
While talking, Bai Yuekui over there had already cooperated tacitly, hailed a car and parked in front of a few people.
Lu Ming picked up the tall young man and threw him into the passenger seat casually, causing the tall young man to scream in pain.
Then he grabbed another short, stocky guy and threw him into the back row.
Lu Ming sat in the middle and Bai Yuekui sat on the edge. The taxi drove out of sight amid the curious eyes of countless people on the street.
Soon, the taxi stopped outside a mahjong parlor.
Lu Ming took out U.S. dollars to pay the fare, and then arrested the two young and Dangerous boys.
In one hand, he held the tall young man with his knees crushed, while letting another short, stocky guy lead the way.
The mahjong parlor was filled with smoke and foul air, and all kinds of unpleasant smells hit our faces.
Ordinary people would feel extremely uncomfortable if they didn't stay in a place like this for long.
But a large number of gamblers enjoy it here.
At first, these gamblers took their bets seriously and did not notice anything unusual.
Gradually, someone spotted Lu Ming and Bai Yuekui, two dazzling people.
What's even more eye-catching is that Lu Ming is holding someone in his hand.
And this person is an acquaintance here.
"Who the hell are you? You came here to cause trouble. You don't want to live anymore. Put Ah Cai down."
Someone stood up, pointed at Lu Ming, and threatened him.
Then, he was kicked out by Lu Ming. His mouth was full of blood. He fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.
I could only hold my stomach and howl.
Suddenly, more people gathered around, holding various things in their hands.
What kind of baseball bats, machetes, steel pipes, etc.
A guy with two vertical and horizontal scars on his face stood out from the crowd, looked at Lu Ming and Bai Yuokui, and asked, "Who are you from? Why do you want to come to my place to cause trouble?"
Boom!
Lu Ming threw the tall young man in his hand in front of the guy.
As the tall young man screamed in pain, he asked, "Are you Ghost Face Kun?"
"I'm asking you." Ghostface Kun's eyes narrowed with a dangerous glare.
Lu Ming shook his head: "I don't have time to talk to you. Take me to see your boss."
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Ghost Face Kun couldn't bear it anymore and waved his hand: "Kill him."
The people behind him immediately rushed forward with shouts.
Lu Ming stood still and said calmly: "Just cut off the hands and feet."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp light of the sword pierced the sky.
Amidst the screams, arms and thighs flew up in the smoke-filled mahjong parlor.
A large amount of blood gushes out, soon turning the ground red.
This battle ended just as quickly as it started.
In less than a minute, except for Lu Ming and Bai Yuekui, no one was still standing here.
Ghostface Kun had broken an arm and was looking at Lu Ming and Lu Ming with shock and fear.
His head was covered in sweat from the pain, blood was pouring out, and his face had turned pale.
If this continues, he will die from excessive blood loss before long.
Not only him, but also everyone else in this mahjong parlor.
However, Ghost Face Kun couldn't care about this at this time.
He was completely shocked by the power and cruelty of the two people in front of him. His mind was shocked, and his whole person was in a state of confusion and fear.
It wasn't until Lu Ming stepped closer to him that he realized and subconsciously stepped back.
The pants plowed a mark on the bloody ground.
Lu Ming looked at him: "Can we talk now?"
Ghostface Kun nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Wouldn't it be over already?" Lu Ming: "Can you take us to see your boss?"
Ghostface Kun nodded again.
Lu Ming approached him again, and Ghostface Kun was so frightened that he quickly backed away.
"do not move."
Hearing Lu Ming's soft drink, Ghostface Kun really didn't dare to move anymore.
Lu Ming walked up to Ghostface Kun, stretched out his hand to draw some kind of rune, and muttered:
"Fu Yi, holding a big golden sword in his hand, the road is blocked on the red sand."
"Holding a small golden knife, the road is blocked on the small red sand."
"If internal blood does not come out and external blood does not flow, people will see me worried and ghosts will see me worried. If there is blood, they will not dare to shed it."
"The blood male's surname is Qiu, and the blood mother's surname is Zhou. If it doesn't flow, it won't flow."
"Hurry as a rule."
As Lu Ming finished reciting the last incantation, the runes on his hand were also finished.
Something magical happened.
The wound on Ghost Face Kun's shoulder felt like a valve had been closed, preventing blood from gushing out.
The blood just stopped.
Ghostface Kun's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
Then his expression became extremely remorseful.
If he had known that these two people were so powerful, he would still resist.
It's fine now, but one of his hands is broken. From now on, Ghost Face Kun will probably be called Broken Hand Kun.
"Why don't you call an ambulance? Do you want all your men to bleed to death?"
After hearing Lu Ming's reminder, Ghostface Kun remembered this matter.
He quickly called an ambulance.
As for himself, he followed Lu Ming and Bai Yuekui and left in a car.
More than half an hour later, the car stopped outside a villa.
Ghostface Kun said cautiously: "Our boss doesn't care about the things below anymore. He usually writes here, grows flowers, and cultivates himself."
Lu Ming: "I understand, there are always some hooligans who want to disguise themselves as cultural people.
The more something is missing, the more people want to pretend to have it. "
Bai Yuekui nodded, deeply convinced.
Although technology was relatively advanced in the era when she grew up, some underground forces still existed.
This kind of hooligans who package themselves as cultured also exist.
Ghostface Kun didn't dare to answer these words, so he just led Lu Ming and Bai Yuekui inside.
But as soon as he reached the door, he was stopped by two men in black suits.
