God-level master in the city

"You're paralyzed, you idiot, you forgot one thing." Luo Fan glanced at Junyuki Taguchi disdainfully, his eyes full of sarcasm.

Taguchi Junzhi was stunned for a moment, then anger appeared in his eyes. Isn't this Huaxia bloodthirsty man already afraid of Matsukawa, why is he scolding himself again?

Let's put up with him for now, as long as Chairman Matsumoto and the others come, see if this Huaxia dog is still arrogant!

However, Junyuki Taguchi couldn't completely conceal the strong sense of humiliation in his heart, and stared at Luo Fan resentfully.

"Idiot, look at your uncle!" Luo Fan gave Taguchi Junyuki a sip, "Let's not care whether Matsukawa is as awesome as you said, even if Matsukawa is really better than your paralysis, I want you now. It's easier to kill you than a dog, believe it or not?"

Junzhi Taguchi's face suddenly changed. Under the humiliation and anger just now, he really only thought that after the arrival of President Matsumoto and the others, he would definitely be able to blast Luo Fan to nothing. But as Luo Fan said, his life is still at stake. in the opponent's hands.

"You...you dare to touch me, President Matsumoto and the others will definitely let you die without a whole body!" Junzhi Taguchi's expression was stern, and what he was most afraid of was that if Luo Fan died, he would drag him on his back first.

"I won't move you."

Hearing Luo Fan's words, Taguchi Junyuki breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately heard Luo Fan sneer: "I will just slap you to death and give it to your ancestor Wu Dalang to make dog meat biscuits."

After Luo Fan finished speaking, he raised his palm, and from a distance of two feet, the void pressed down on Taguchi Junyuki's head.

Taguchi Junyuki was terrified, and turned to run away, but just after his body turned less than [-] degrees, a mountain of force had descended on his head, making him irresistible.

The force of pressing down on the head is majestic and majestic, but the speed of pressing down is not fast. Su Xianghua, Sister Jing, and the gamblers who hid in the wall of the hall and huddled together can see that Junzhi Taguchi was originally like a tree stump. The figure gradually became thicker and shorter.

Then, Taguchi Junyuki's thick and short legs bent irregularly, and everyone could even hear the sound of his legs breaking.

Taguchi Junyuki's neck became shorter and shorter, until he couldn't see his neck at all. His head seemed to grow directly on his shoulders.

The strength pressing on Taguchi Junzhi's head, although the speed of descending was slow, did not stop at all. Taguchi Junyu really seemed to be in a cake press, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, he became shorter and thicker inch by inch.

The blood vessels on Taguchi Junzhi's face were bursting, and his face was distorted, as if he was suffering from great pain, but for some reason, he didn't even groan.

While the gamblers were terrified, they couldn't help admiring Taguchi Junyuki. In just this moment, his height had been shortened by at least [-] centimeters, and he had become horizontally thicker, but he could bear it without begging for mercy or groaning in pain. , this kind of patience is really unmatched by anyone!

No wonder Song Chuan asked him to host the Muling Casino, it turns out that this fellow is really outstanding!

How did everyone know that Taguchi Junyuki had screamed thousands of times in his heart, but the air around him seemed to freeze, he seemed to be in the middle of a closed transparent pillar, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

After more than ten seconds, Junyuki Taguchi had turned into a shape similar to a sphere. The energy of the condensed air around him had already been withdrawn by Luo Fan, but he still did not make a sound.

The top of his head has become as flat as his shoulders, and his internal organs have long been displaced and deformed. If he is still alive, he is a monster.

Junyuki Taguchi's body continued to grow shorter, and when the dog meat biscuits were still half a foot thick, hurried footsteps finally sounded outside the casino gate.

Luo Fan didn't waste any more time, the energy suddenly dropped, and the dog meat biscuit made from Taguchi Junyuki's corpse instantly became less than a finger thick, and became an irregular dog meat disc with a diameter of more than two meters. Close to three meters!

Shengsheng crushed a large living person into a disc of human flesh, blood was still flowing from the disc, and it was steaming. This horrifying scene scared hundreds of gamblers out of their wits. The gambler screamed and passed out.

On the contrary, the young and naked waiters in the casino, not only were not afraid, but also had a hint of gloating.

In fact, this is normal. The mourning women are open, but they have no freedom or dignity in the Muling Casino. Any gambler can bully them at will. On average, every week, a waiter dies, or They were killed by gangsters, or were beaten to death because of resistance, and some were infected with various sexually transmitted diseases and died.

It can be said that the Muling underground casino is a paradise for rich men of all kinds, but it is really their hell.

Luo Fan was cruel to the people at Muling Casino, and they were extremely terrified, but they were more carefree. When Junyuki Taguchi's men arrested them, they thought they would stay in this dark place until they were buried. So far, but Luo Fan's arrival gave them a glimmer of hope.

Of course, this hope is extremely slim. Although the Chinese man who rushed in out of nowhere is as powerful as Ao Congman, they don't think Ao Cong Man will exist in reality.

Temporarily, the disciples of the Songchuan Society in the Muling Casino are basically wiped out, but soon the most core disciples of the Songchuan Society will arrive. Under the siege of weapons.

Although Junyuki Taguchi is dead, Masahiro Matsumoto will soon send another person to host the Muling Casino. What awaits them at that time is still being "forced" inhumanely.

Before the waiters could finish their thoughts, a large number of black-clothed men rushed in quickly from outside the casino gate, each with a cold expression, wearing sunglasses, holding a powerful submachine gun, and some carrying an M270 rocket launcher.

Whether it's the gamblers at Muling Casino or the waitresses hiding in the corner of the room, they all guessed that these men in black who are still rushing in must be the core masters of the Songchuan Club!

People from the Matsukawa Club came so quickly!

They dominate the east and surprise the new, and apart from the strong support of the Metropolitan Police Department and Chidai Budokan, their own powerful armed forces and strict discipline are by no means in vain.

In less than 20 seconds, there were nearly 400 armed men in black rushing into the lobby of the casino. As soon as they entered, they formed a big arc with Luo Fan and the others as the center. The submachine guns and rockets were all aimed at the three of Luo Fan.

Luo Fan looked indifferent, and sat lazily. In the eyes of others, he had become a turtle in a urn. He had been made dumplings by hundreds of people in the Songchuan Society. He had no choice but to sit and wait for death.

But Su Xianghua and Sister Jing didn't think so. The Huaxia agents sat still, and they definitely didn't pay attention to everyone in the Songchuan Society.

Although they didn't know how the Huaxia agents would resist the powerful weapons of the Songchuan Society members, they firmly believed that this godlike Huaxia agent could never be someone who would just wait to die.

If he wasn't absolutely sure, he could have escaped at the moment when everyone from the Songchuan Society rushed in, even if he took the two of them along to escape, there would be no problem!

Before, he took the two of himself and flew up to the twelfth floor of Muling Building without any effort, and the casino lobby is only a dozen meters up, so it is even easier to fly up. If you can't deal with the people from Songchuan Society, run away At least there is no problem.

Hundreds of people from the Songchuan Society stood still, and the casino hall was immediately enveloped in a chilling atmosphere. The whole hall seemed to be filled with gunpowder, and even a single spark would detonate the casino hall.

Those gamblers and naked waitresses were so frightened that they couldn't even breathe smoothly. Although they all knew that the people from the Songchuan Club were going to shoot and kill only the three Chinese people who rushed in to kick the field, but this kind of The extremely depressing atmosphere made them so nervous that their nerves were almost broken.

Not everyone can bear this kind of pressure like the sky is falling.

The hundreds of members of the Songchuan Society all pointed their weapons at Luo Fan, but no one fired rashly. Their task was to control the situation first. As for when they would kill the three people sitting at the gambling table, they had to wait Masahiro Matsumoto, the boss of the Matsukawa Society, came in and gave the order.

No one was asked to wait, and soon Masahiro Matsumoto walked in. In front of him were two middle-aged men who were as fierce as cheetahs. Judging by the shape of their faces and complexion, they should be from the Moon Kingdom, followed by two stronger and taller men. white Europeans.

The four people around Masahiro Matsumoto were holding PDW new submachine guns in their hands, exuding an aura of blood and iron that killed countless people. Luo Fan didn't even need to look at them to know that these four people were the king of soldiers among African mercenaries. top players.

However, Luo Fan didn't pay attention to these four warrior kings, and just glanced at Masahiro Matsumoto lightly.

Masahiro Matsumoto looks in his early thirties, with three-dimensional facial features, a short and dense beard around his lips and chin, and slightly melancholy eyes, which has the temperament of the funeral actor Takenouchi.

It is really surprising that such a person with a bit of artistic temperament would be the boss of the second largest black country in Fumiao, but Luo Fan is not surprised at all. The boss of the Songchuan Club is actually a master of ninjutsu. The cultivation base of Jonin.

Masahiro Matsumoto looked at Shang Luofan with a slightly strange look.In his imagination, surrounded by hundreds of masters carrying powerful weapons, Luo Fan should feel fear, despair and regret, but what he saw from Luo Fan's face was surprisingly calm, and the corners of his mouth were even hanging. With an unpredictable and deep smile.

However, Masahiro Matsumoto quickly returned to normal. It didn't matter what the opponent was doing. Even if the opponent knelt down and begged for mercy, he had to die. Thousands of times would not be enough!

Masahiro Matsumoto swept his eyes and saw the corpses of hundreds of disciples of the Matsukawa Association stationed in Muling Building. His face changed slightly, but he didn't see the shadow of Junyuki Taguchi. He shot cold eyes at Luo Fan and asked, "Where is Junyuki Taguchi? Everyone?" They were all killed by you?"

"Don't put funeral bullshit in front of me, if you can't speak human language, pick someone who can speak human language!" Luo Fan's face darkened, and he stared at Masahiro Matsumoto coldly.