Campus belle's cultivation master

Scarred man curled up like a dog and tried his best to beg for mercy: "big boss! Spare my life! I don't dare any more... "

A burly thug came up, pulled him up like a chicken, and hit him head-on.

"Ah Scar man screamed bitterly, his face broke and his blood splashed.

Yang Xi couldn't help but scream, shivering back two steps, delicate little face without blood.

After all, she is just an ordinary female college student. How could she ever see such a scene? All of a sudden, I felt paralyzed and dizzy, as if I was going to faint at any time.

Lin Yu turned his head and glanced at her. He said in a low voice, "you go out and wait for me."

Yang Xixi hurriedly ordered a little head, lowered his head and went out in a hurry.

Guo Shaoyong saw it, his heart moved, and quickly bowed to Lin Yu, pulling his sister Guo Xiaoyun, who was also frightened and shivering, to follow.

Driven by these three people, other guests dare not stay in the room for a long time, and move out one after another.

After a while, all the guests withdrew, and the room became much colder.

At this time, the scarred man was on the verge of death under a beating and kicking, and he was seriously injured.

Kong Fei was pressed on the ground by two bodyguards, struggling: "boss, I don't understand! He is just a little boy who can do some Kung Fu. Why are you afraid of him! I don't want the face of boss Hu any more! "

"Blind your dog Hu Jinrong's cheek was twisted and he drank harshly, "this is Mr. Lin! Is it a beast like you that can provoke? "

Kong Fei stopped struggling and said, "Mr. Lin? Which Mr. Lin? "

"Son of a bitch! There are still several Mr. Lin in Jiangnan province! "

Kong Fei looked at Hu Jinrong's old face and suddenly realized.

He looked at Lin Yu again, his eyes suddenly flashed an indescribable fear: "you... You are Lin Zixuan! How can you be Lin Zixuan

"How could it be..." he opened his mouth wide, only to feel his head buzzing and headache splitting. "How could it be..."

This is clearly a child, how can he be Lin Zixuan, how can he be

Scar man was too injured to last long.

At the moment, hearing this conversation, he suddenly widened his eyes and looked straight at the young man whose face was still cold and indifferent.

"You... You are..."

Before his words fell, his body suddenly shook, his head tilted, and he did not move.

A bodyguard in a suit walked over, put his hand on his chest for a while, then turned around and said in a deep voice, "boss, I'm scared to death."

Hu Jinrong's face suddenly changed. He looked up at Lin Yu in a hurry. He was worried: "Mr. Lin, I'm dead. Look at this today..."

"Last night, I asked you to go back and take care of your people, remember?"

"Remember, remember..."

"Is that how you discipline?" Lin Yu's voice was cold, as if it was cold. "Let them do evil outside under my banner?"

Hu Jinrong's cheek was blue and purple, and he kowtowed: "Mr. Lin! Forgive me! I promise it won't happen again... "

"In the future..." Lin Yu put his hand on the table and knocked the table with his fingers. He looked up as if he was thinking about something.

Bang, bang, Bang

Everyone was silent, only this sound reverberated in the room, every time it seemed to knock on Hu Jinrong's heart.

The longer he was, the more anxious he was, and he was about to have a heart attack.

The knock stopped.

Lin Yu suddenly turned his head, staring at him, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Hu Jinrong's pupils suddenly shrank. He felt a chill spread all over his body.

"Somebody He turned his head madly and growled hoarsely, "how dare Kong Fei offend Mr. Lin! Cut it off for me

Those under his command react, quickly push Kong Fei to the ground, grasp his head, and then draw out a chopper that twinkles with silver.

"Boss! Spare my life Kong Fei was paralyzed with fright and cried out, "Mr. Lin! Boss Hu! It's all about scars! I didn't do anything! Give me a break... "

The stout man with a machete bit his teeth and cut them down with a fierce face.

Poof!

The blood flew out seven or eight meters away, the dead body fell, and the head rolled to Hu Jinrong's feet.

"Mr. Lin..." Hu Jinrong swallowed hard and held up the bloody head, "you see..."

But Lin Yu didn't look at it. He turned his head back and knocked his fingertips on the table again.

Bang, bang, Bang

Hu Jinrong breathed a sigh of relief, cold sweat "Bata" "Bata" dripping on the ground in front of him.

He has experienced ups and downs all his life. He is natural and smart. He could be sure that Lin Yu had killed himself just now

Fortunately, he was smart enough to use Kong Fei's head at the critical moment.

"But..." Hu Jinrong slowly raised his head and carefully stared at Lin Yu's calm face. His heart was still hanging in the air. "It seems that Mr. Lin hasn't decided yet. Do you want to let me go..."

While thinking about it, Lin Yu's fingers suddenly stopped.

Before he had a next move, Hu Jinrong shrugged and pointed to the little gangsters in the distance. His cheeks were twisted and he yelled: "cut! I'll cut it all down! "

"Spare my life!"

"No more! Spare my life

Crying, begging for mercy sound together, a few people even eyes turned white, directly fainted in the past.

This group of street tyrants, who are usually arrogant and despotic in qianning county and everyone is afraid of, are all scared into a pool of mud now. All of them are incontinent. For a moment, the house stinks.

Hu Jinrong clenched his fist tightly and said: "do it! Do it

The bodyguards in suits who followed him were also startled, but they didn't dare to neglect them. One by one, with pale faces, they pulled the little gangsters from the ground and chopped them down!

The smell of blood filled the room and it was disgusting.

There were so many people present, even though they were experienced for a long time, but they were also dazzled and their legs softened by the rolling head.

Hu Jinrong covered his mouth with his hand and retched.

He looked at Lin Yu in panic, but he found that the latter was still calm and calm.

"How to do..." Hu Jinrong heart straight drum, "should cut all cut, and then go on like this, sooner or later it's my turn..."

"Mr. Lin!" He curled up, banged his forehead on the ground, and cried out, "spare me! I'm very old. I don't have many years to live. Please spare my life