The strongest all-around bodyguard

Chapter 307 Revenge
In the evening, as the sky gradually darkened, Lin Fan followed Kang Dunmo for almost a whole day. The reason why he held back was because this guy had been playing in the downtown area of ​​Yangon since he got the money, and there were too many people around. If you do it, things will have too much impact.

Slowly when night fell, Kang Dunmo finally had enough fun and drove a group of people towards the suburbs.

Kang Dunmo's lair is in a small town on the outskirts of Yangon. This town is less than ten kilometers away from the Shwedagon Pagoda, so the group of them usually hang around near the Shwedagon Pagoda.

When Lin Fan followed Kang Dunmo to his old lair, he stopped, looked around the terrain back and forth, and sensed carefully to see if there was an aura of a master around.

Although the killing intent in Lin Fan's heart was difficult to calm down at the moment, he was not reckless, and the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength. Even if Kang Dunmo was inconspicuous, Lin Fan had to be extra careful in this foreign land.

Kang Dunmo’s lair is a Burmese-style courtyard with a large area. The entire courtyard is square in plan and overlaps continuously. On the top of the main room is a portrait of Buddha. Several corridor-like steps.

After careful sensing, he actually felt two not weak breaths of practitioners in this compound. These two breaths were rather weird, giving people the impression of a coquettish femininity.

However, although these two auras are not weak, at best they are only in the stage of nourishing qi. Either Lin Fan or Xiao Jinzi can easily deal with these two opponents. As for other ordinary people, if they fall into Lin Fan's hands, A massacre.

Lin Fan walked slowly to the gate of Kang Dunmo's compound, stood there expressionless, and knocked hard on the gate a few times.

A few unintelligible Burmese words came from inside, and then the door creaked and was pushed open from the inside, and two young Burmese boys stood behind the door.

After the two people saw Lin Fan, they were puzzled for a while, then they felt a little familiar, and frowned a few times before they recognized Lin Fan's appearance.

After the two of them recognized Lin Fan, they glanced at each other, laughed loudly, pointed at Lin Fan, and chattered something in Burmese.

Lin Fan took a step forward, stretched out his hand to grab the necks of the two men, retracted his fingers, and twisted each other's necks with one hand, then with a slight force on his arm, he threw the two young men into the middle of the courtyard Inside.

From the moment he entered this place, Lin Fan never thought about keeping alive. No matter men, women, old or young in this compound, as long as they were related to Kang Dunmo, he would kill them all.

The people inside were drinking and having fun around a bonfire, and it was about six or seven in the afternoon, which happened to be the time for them to prepare dinner.

Those two people were directly thrown into the fire by Lin Fan. For a while, sparks burst out, and the burning wood in the campfire was hit by the two corpses and flew around.

Surrounding the bonfire were thirty or forty strong young men, all of whom were bare-chested, exposing their lean muscles, and their arms were wrapped with armbands made of hemp rope.

After seeing the corpses falling into the bonfire, these people shouted loudly one by one, took out weapons from the weapon rack next to the courtyard, and looked in the direction of the door warily.

Lin Fan came out step by step from the shadows. He looked at the people in front of him indifferently. The little monkey on his shoulder let out bloodthirsty roars. Compared to Lin Fan, Xiao Jinzi obviously liked killing more.

These people in the courtyard also often experience some fighting scenes. The people here practice Burmese boxing here every day when they have nothing to do, so when they face emergencies, they don’t panic too much, but quickly calm down. down.

"Boy, what do you want to do?" Someone recognized Lin Fan, took a step forward, and asked in half-baked Chinese.

Lin Fan's answer was very simple, he punched his head, and his brains splattered everywhere, red and white, like a bursting watermelon, splashing in all directions.

There is no need to say any more meaningless nonsense here, his purpose is only one, and that is to kill.

Seeing that Lin Fan had already killed the three of them without saying a word, this group of people couldn't bear it anymore and swarmed towards Lin Fan.

These people are all good players who often practice Burmese boxing. Burmese boxing is very close to ancient Muay Thai, but it is more fierce and fierce than Muay Thai.

All the attacking parts that can be used by the human body are used, such as the top of the head, shoulder impact, sweeping pedal, flying knee, smashing elbow, all the hard and powerful parts of the human body are brought into full play in Burmese boxing.

What's more deadly is that Myanmar's fists are vicious and vicious. Once an attack is launched, the offensive will be repeated one after another until the opponent is hit hard. It is a deadly martial art evolved on the battlefield.

History has proved that weak and small ethnic groups with many disasters or multi-ethnic areas with frequent wars are often the places where fierce martial arts originated, because war and self-defense are the fundamental driving forces for the development of martial arts.

Burmese boxing is a boxing technique created for killing enemies and self-defense. The people here are relatively small in stature and not strong in absolute strength, but their body control ability and flexibility are relatively high.

In order to break the constraints of the short board of human quality, the creator of Burmese boxing combined the characteristics of East Asian races such as lack of strength and physical flexibility, and created Burmese boxing, a type of boxing aimed at killing the enemy.

After the independence of Myanmar in 1948, Burmese boxing was included in the school curriculum and military training programs by the government at that time, and became a national sport.

The pastime and entertainment for these men of Kang Dunmo after eating and drinking every day is boxing, and there are many boxing matches in Myanmar, and almost every small town has a boxing arena.

If these people met ordinary Yanhuang people, one person could beat ten of them, but unfortunately, what they met was Lin Fan.

There was a loud ping-pong sound in the courtyard, and after 1 minute, only Lin Fan stood there in the huge courtyard, and everyone else fell to the ground.

Of these 30 people, Lin Fan killed one-third, and the rest died on Xiao Jinzi's claws, whose throats were scratched alive by this little guy.

Little Jinzi's claws can be said to be as good as any magical weapon, and its sharpness and toughness are beyond ordinary people's imagination.

At this time, Kang Dunmo also ran out, and he had heard his subordinates coming to report that the boy from the Chinese Chamber of Commerce who was chattering with him during the day had come to the door.

But Kang Dunmo didn't take it seriously. There are more than 30 of his subordinates outside. These people are all capable and proficient in Burmese boxing. They have fought countless times in the ring. It is no problem to deal with such a brat. .

But when Kang Dunmo came to the courtyard slowly, the scene in front of him was so frightening that he almost sat on the ground, his blood was soaring, corpses were strewn all over the field, the courtyard was like a Shura hell scene at the moment.

(End of this chapter)