The best perspective expert

Chapter 259
Han Zhenyang let out a lot, let out a long breath, grabbed the man in the windbreaker by the collar and stuffed him into his own Mercedes, opened the fuel tank and poured gasoline all over the car, and then grabbed the man in the windbreaker by the collar He slapped several times.

After a few slaps, the man in the windbreaker who had been beaten into a pig's head really woke up again. His physical fitness was so good that even Han Zhenyang was a little curious about how he trained.

But he didn't rush to ask, but played with the lighter in his hand with a cold face, "Is there anything else you want to say? If not, get ready to go."

"You, what do you want to do?" The man in the windbreaker who just woke up smelled the smell of gasoline in the car, and saw the lighter in Han Zhenyang's hand, and his face immediately changed.

"What do you mean, don't tell me you haven't figured out your situation yet," Han Zhenyang sneered, and pressed his finger on the lighter, ready to press it down at any time.Gasoline volatilizes very quickly. At this time, the air is full of gasoline. If there is a spark, it will explode with a "boon", and the man in the windbreaker will turn into fly ash no matter how abnormal his physical fitness is.

The man in the windbreaker forcefully grinned calmly, "Do you dare to kill me?"

"Hehe, look at what you said, I'm a good citizen, how could I kill people for no reason?" Han Zhenyang chuckled, "But you died because your car spontaneously ignited and burned, and it has nothing to do with me."

"You, you are shameless——" the windbreaker man was so angry that he was speechless. He never thought that Han Zhenyang, who was still in the cold storage just now, would say such shameless words, but he also knew that the initiative is not in his hands now. , unless he is really not afraid of death.

However, he is really afraid of death. Isn't he working so hard to make money so that he can enjoy life well?How could he be reconciled to dying so uselessly in this wilderness?

But the posture that should be done is still to be done, maybe Han Zhenyang is just scaring him.

Thinking of this, he sneered and said: "If you want to kill, kill it, don't engage in those messy tricks, if you have the courage, just give it a palm." He closed his eyes and waited for death: "I can die in the palm of a master like you. It can be considered that I did not practice this kung fu in vain."

Yo, are you really not afraid of death?

Han Zhenyang sneered secretly, would a person who can smoke the Golden Leaf of Heaven be willing to die like this?

The Golden Leaf Sky Leaf is not an ordinary cigarette, it is a real product not for sale, with a price tag of more than 1 to 2 yuan, and even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it. He has never heard of this kind of cigarette before, and he knows it He Qianjun only found out about it later. He had smoked it at He Qianjun's place several times. He liked the mellow feeling very much, because the shredded tobacco was very good. Shun, he wanted to get a few, and he got them after He Qianjun greeted the leaders of China Tobacco, otherwise they would not be available in the market.

The man in the windbreaker is a killer, let's treat him as a killer for now.

A killer who smokes this kind of cigarette is obviously a person who enjoys life very much.

Would such a person be willing to die young?Obviously unlikely.

So Han Zhenyang was not fooled at all, and said with a sneer, "Since you want to die, I will help you. Congratulations, you are about to become the first master to die under my hands," he said without saying anything to the man in the trench coat Opportunity, let out a loud shout, and waved his palms.

"Bam—"

Like a drum beating, he slapped the windbreaker man on the chest with his palm.

With one palm down, the man in the windbreaker opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood, his chest collapsed at that moment, and then he started to cough from choking, the coughed blood splashed everywhere, he waved his hands vigorously and begged: "Help, cough cough, help me, cough--"

Han Zhenyang's eyes widened in surprise, "Huh? You're not dead?" He glanced up and down at the man in the windbreaker, and suddenly realized, "Oh, it turned out to be a mistake. This palm hit your right chest. Wait a moment. I will make another palm right now, don't worry, I will definitely not make a mistake this time, it will definitely hit your heart impartially, and it will definitely kill you with one blow, and you will not feel a trace of pain," he said, slapping with a wave of his palm.

"Please, don't kill me, cough——" The man in the windbreaker was horrified when he saw this. He never thought that Han Zhenyang would do it as soon as he said it, and he didn't follow the routine at all. At this time, he didn't care whether Han Zhenyang really dared to kill He was still scaring him, begging for mercy in a hurry, afraid that his heart would be blown out if he took a step too late, he didn't want to bet his own life, if Han Zhenyang really hurt the killer, he wouldn't even have the chance to beg for mercy.

Of course Han Zhenyang didn't intend to really kill the man in the windbreaker, he wasn't a murderous maniac.Although the man in the windbreaker is hateful, in general, the crime is not worthy of death. According to the current law, he can only be sentenced for the crime of illegal detention, not even the crime of kidnapping.

Killing the other party because of illegal detention is unjustifiable.

Of course, he wouldn't just let the man in the windbreaker go, but he definitely didn't kill him with a single palm.

Thinking of this, he withdrew his palm, turned it into a fist and squeezed hard, the knuckles creaked, and then asked coldly: "Why, there is still a last word to say?"

"Cough, don't kill me, cough, please, I, I will tell you everything," the man in the windbreaker coughed and begged for mercy. The tough guy is really a minority.

Han Zhenyang sneered: "Aren't you afraid of death just now? Why are you begging for mercy? I just slapped you. If you don't be tough, I will give you another slap. I want to see how good your physical fitness is. Can eat a few palms of me without dying."

If possible, the man in the windbreaker would definitely jump up and fight Han Zhenyang—is there such a shabby person?Do you still have the consciousness of being a master?Are you embarrassed to laugh at an enemy who can't even speak?

But the man in the windbreaker didn't dare to pretend to be aggressive at this time, if Han Zhenyang didn't follow the routine and give him a real slap, he would die, and he couldn't last a few slaps like this.In fact, Han Zhenyang didn't do anything, just throwing him here, he couldn't survive. Although Han Zhenyang didn't hit his heart with that palm just now, his right chest was the lobe of his lung, and his right lung was shattered Most of them, if they don't get timely treatment, will surely die as well.

What's more, he is likely to choke to death on his own vomiting blood before the lung injury occurs.

So at this time, he didn't care about face at all, and seized the only opportunity to beg Han Zhenyang for mercy, for fear that Han Zhenyang would leave him to die.

Han Zhenyang saw that the man in the windbreaker was almost ready, so he sneered, "It's okay to save you, but you must confess everything you know about Joker Xue."

"Sure, ahem, sure," the man in the windbreaker nodded hastily.

"Tell me your name first," Han Zhenyang said lightly.

"I, my name is Han Jingming."

"Han Jingming?" Han Zhenyang was stunned. It turned out that there was a family 500 years ago. If we put it in ancient times and took out the genealogy and lined up a row, maybe it really came from one family, but people don't pay attention to these things now.

Han Zhenyang paused, "Isn't it Han Jingming, I'll save you right now," he said, waving his palm and slapping the man in the windbreaker on the head.

(End of this chapter)