Chen Liuhe sighed: "Brother Gou, isn't he just a cuckold? What a big deal, look at your little chicken belly. Life is so beautiful. Everyone should sit down and exchange glasses to drink and have fun.

Why fight and kill?"

"Look at the Qiao family. I made a cuckold out of him. Why don't you still keep calm and sing and dance every day? So, you have to be generous." Chen Liuhe said sincerely.

"If you dare to play tricks on me, I will chop them into pieces!" The mourning dog roared angrily.

Looking at the dozens of knife-wielding swordsmen rushing towards him, Chen Liuhe's eyes narrowed slightly: "Wrong choice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he did not step back, but tapped his toes lightly on the ground. His body soared like a wild goose, crossed the dining table, and kicked someone on the head.

Facing the forty or fifty-year-old swordsman holding a murderous weapon, Chen Liuhe showed no fear at all. Instead, he rushed directly into the opponent's siege.

This scene made everyone scream in shock. It felt like Chen Liuhe was looking for death. No one thought that in real life, one person could beat forty or fifty people. Even if it was a TV series, it would be a bit exaggerated.

Some.

Even Wang Jinge, who hated Chen Liuhe with all his heart, couldn't help but exclaimed: "Be careful."

After kicking one person over, Chen Liuhe landed on both feet. Facing the fierce swordsmen, he remained calm and unhurried. This scene seemed huge and could be considered thrilling, but for Chen Liuhe

, but it was like a daily routine, and could not cause the slightest emotional fluctuation in his heart.

With a cat-like figure, his short stature dodged the attacks of four or five machetes. He stretched out his hand, grabbed one person's arm, pulled it, twisted it, and pushed it away. A huge force hit the hand of the knifeman.

Liuhe flew out and scattered more than seven or eight people.

Chen Liuhe kicked out with an expressionless expression, causing another person to fly forward and hit someone behind him.

"Whoosh", the sharp blade slashed down, Chen Liuhe turned his head, and a strand of hair flew flying. The edge of the blade was just a hair away from the tip of his nose, which made everyone feel frightened.

He swung a punch unhurriedly, without using all his strength, but it had already smashed the opponent's face into shape, causing him to fall to the ground with blood spurting from his mouth and nose.

Within ten seconds, a vacuum circle formed around Chen Liuhe, and more than twenty swordsmen lay on the ground, all of them with painful expressions and moans.

This scene simply made the people around them so dumbfounded that they could swallow an egg with their mouths open.

I couldn't believe what I saw in front of me. That young man was simply too perverted. His perverted combat power was beyond the understanding of normal people. He was like a god of war, and a large piece of him would fall down with every move he made.

"I've said it a long time ago. If you have something to say, why bother to fight and kill? You have to force me to do it!" Chen Liuhe laughed softly and stamped his feet again. His body was like a cannonball towards those who did not dare to continue attacking.

The swordsman rushed away.

The combat prowess of these people was not worth mentioning in front of him. After reaching a certain level, it was no longer just the number of people that gave them an advantage, at least not for Chen Liuhe.

He is like a tiger among sheep, every move is the simplest and most direct, and every move will not be in vain, someone will definitely scream and fall down.

This fight lasted for less than two or three minutes, and eight to nine out of ten of the forty or fifty swordsmen had fallen. The remaining ones were all those who were too timid to rush forward because they were afraid of death.

There were at least hundreds of people gathered in the dining area of ​​the entire shopping mall, but at this moment, the place became eerily silent. Not to mention the adults' faces were blank, as if they had seen a shocking scene. Even some of the children were frightened.

I didn’t even dare to cry!

"Brother Dog, I thought you were so awesome. It turns out that you are all a bunch of crooked melons and cracked jujubes. Isn't it embarrassing to bring out such things? So what if there are more people?" Chen Liuhe shook his arms, his face was expressionless.

Hong said breathlessly.

"Fuck you... I'm screwing you, you're good at hitting, right? Fight, I asked you to hit me, I'll blow your head off with one shot!" In vain, Sang Gou Cong, who was also frightened and turned pale.

He took out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Chen Liuhe's head from a distance of two or three meters.

He has been around for so many years, he has seen every scene, he has seen all the corpses everywhere, but he has never seen someone as good as Chen Liuhe. How can he be a human? He is simply a pervert!

Fortunately, he had made extra preparations. He also brought a gun. So what if he could shoot again? In front of a pistol, a bullet can solve the problem, but it will cause more trouble!

However, just as his thought came to an end, he only felt a blur in front of his eyes. The shadow of the young man disappeared under the muzzle of the gun. Then, before he could react, he felt a severe pain in his wrist and the pistol came out of his hand.

The next second, he felt something cold pressing on his forehead.

It was the pistol he had just held, and the person holding the gun turned out to be that young man!

All this changed so fast that no one could see it clearly.

"Brother Dog, you can't even hold a gun steady, how can you use it to kill people?" Chen Liuhe asked with a smile, the smile on his face is still so harmless, but it can bring a coldness from the bottom of the heart to the bereaved dog.

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"Brother...brother, if you have anything to say, please tell me carefully. Don't play with guns carelessly, as they can easily misfire." Sanggou swallowed hard. He was neurotic and arrogant, but that didn't mean he wasn't afraid of death.

"You also know that it is easy to get angry?" Chen Liuhe said with a smile, and suddenly: "Bang." There were screams all around, and countless people covered their eyes. At this moment, the mourning dog's legs became weak and he almost fell down.

On the ground.

But he was not shot in the head, and everything was intact, because the sound just now was just a sound made by Chen Liuhe's mouth shape, but it was enough to frighten the mourning dog to death.

"You are also afraid of death. I thought people like you were not afraid of death." Chen Liuhe sneered and said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you here, so you will be safe now."

Chen Liuhe flipped it several times with one hand, the speed was dizzying. After blinking, he saw that the pistol held by Chen Liuhe had turned into a pile of parts, scattered on the ground.

The mourning dog breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could breathe out, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. His legs were shot up by the huge force, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

He was holding his abdomen, and his whole face was distorted and turned purple eggplant color.

Of course, this kick was given by Chen Liuhe. He looked at the mourning dog with an unchanging smile: "Brother Gou, you don't have to die, but you can't escape the punishment of living. Do you think anyone here can come and cause trouble?"

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Chapter completed!