"I am a policeman, Leng Kuang, you have been arrested." Li Yifeng roared.

"Yi Feng."

"elder brother."

Li Hong and the girl named Rouer shouted at the same time.

"I don't have you, the father." Li Yifeng didn't even look at Li Hong, and continued to point the gun at Leng Kuang with both hands: "Leng Kuang, stay there and don't move, you have the right to remain silent."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Leng Kuang looked at Li Yifeng: "I remember, you are the son of that female policeman. Tsk tsk tsk, you have grown so big in a flash, and you have inherited my mother's mantra. It's really good, but unfortunately your life is shorter."

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Kuang flashed his body and he had already arrived at Li Yifeng's side very quickly.

Before Li Yifeng could pull the trigger, Leng Kuang had already kicked.

boom.

Li Yifeng flew out, but the pistol came into Leng Kuang's hands...

On the balcony on the small second floor of the abandoned factory building, He Jiawei still looked at Leng Kuang with indifferent eyes, but there was a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.

On the first floor, Leng Kuang looked at the pistol and then threw it to Zheng Feng on the side: "Hold it, this thing is no different from a fire stick, and you dare to point at my head."

"Brother Leng, you are so awesome." Zheng Feng took the pistol and gave Leng Kuang a thumbs up.

Next, he waved his hand.

Someone had long left Li Yifeng, Li Hong and Li Rou together.

During this period, Li Yifeng said to Leng Kuang in a crazy tone: "Leng Kuang, you are full of evil, and you will die if you do evil."

"Hahaha." Leng Kuang laughed wildly: "I like the police saying this to me the most. I like the most evil deeds. I will send you three to the road tonight. Anyway, you can't see the day when I will die if I do more evil."

After saying that, Leng Kuang looked at Zheng Feng again: "This police girl and that beautiful girl from Ninghai are a little better."

"Sloppy." Zheng Feng scratched his head: "It seems like it is."

"Okay, I'll sleep with this first, and then I'll go to sleep with you tomorrow." After that, Leng Kuang was about to walk towards Li Rou.

But at this time, Xiao Erfang sighed.

All the adults looked up at the second floor.

But in the darkness, a figure was leaning over and picking up something from the ground.

After the person was picked up, everyone guessed that the thing turned out to be a sword used by the old man for morning exercises.

And the person who picked up the sword was He Jiawei.

After leaning over and picking up the sword, he turned around and walked slowly down the steel ladder.

"Who is this guy?" Leng Kuang asked Zheng Feng beside him.

"He." Zheng Feng looked at He Jiawei with disdain: "He is the cowardly deprived husband of Ninghai's number one jade girl."

"Hahahaha, that waste." Leng Kuang laughed wildly and looked at He Jiawei with disdain.

At the same time, Li Xuerou and Li Hong also looked at He Jiawei.

Li Yifeng even shouted: "Run away, He Jiawei, go call the police."

boom.

There was a loud bang.

A little brother next to him punched Li Yifeng in the stomach, and Li Yifeng immediately bleeded blood.

Leng Kuang seemed to have not seen it, and continued to look at He Jiawei. He saw him walking down the steel ladder, and then asked Zheng Feng: "Why didn't his wife come together?"

"I'm singing. Can't we get rid of her husband and go to the exhibition center to pick her up?" Zheng Feng laughed.

"That's right." Leng Kuang nodded indifferently.

During the conversation between the two, He Jiawei stood casually opposite Leng Kuang.

Leng Kuang looked at He Jiawei with his huge eyes, and then said to Zheng Feng beside him: "This guy is holding a sword for morning exercise, and he thinks he is a hero."

"Hahaha." Zheng Feng laughed wildly.

Behind you.

Li Hong, who was hung high, couldn't help but scream: "Leng Kuang, let me let my daughter and son go to you my life."

Li Xuerou shouted to Li Yifeng: "Brother, why are you here with a coward? Why don't you bring the police?"

Li Yifeng glared at his father, Li Hong and his sister Li Xuerou fiercely, then frowned and hurriedly said, "Shut up."

"I didn't expect that this cowardly and innocent girl is so famous that even the police girl knows his name." Leng Kuang laughed.

"Hahaha." Zheng Feng on the side laughed wildly: "Ninghai has a saying that the more beautiful Chen Yanbing is, her husband He Jiawei is as cowardly as she is."

"So that's it." Leng Kuang nodded, and Leng Kuang raised his feet and placed them on the coffee table, then raised his chin and said, "Kneel down and apologize, lick my shoes clean, then stand aside, and see that I favor your wife tonight."

"Hahaha." Zheng Feng laughed wildly again.

He Jiawei looked indifferent.

If someone had dared to insult Chen Yanbing like this in the past, he would have exploded long ago.

However, he was very calm tonight.

The reason is very simple, he never argues with dead people.

The moment he saw Leng Kuang, he had already decided to swear to kill this beast tonight.

For nothing else, he took the ten murders in his hands.

So, when Leng Kuang finished speaking, he just shrugged his shoulders, then picked on the beauty and said proudly: "I have no objection to kneeling down and licking my shoes."

"Oh." Leng Kuang was stunned.

But He Jiawei suddenly pinched his sword casually and said, "I'm afraid my sword won't agree."

"Hahaha." Leng Kuang laughed wildly again.

Zheng Feng, who was on the side, suddenly leaned over to Leng Kuang's side and whispered: "It is said that this coward is useless and has some strength."

"I can't complain." Leng Kuang was stunned for a moment, then showed a violent expression: "That would be even more fun. I didn't even sweat all night. I was unhappy, unhappy."

After saying that, he raised his hand and slapped his fingers twice.

Pa. Pa.

Two tones.

A little brother hurriedly made do with him and said humbly: "Master Leng, you give me instructions."

"music." Leng Kuang said.

Zheng Feng, who was on the other side, couldn't help but feel trembling when he heard this.

Because he knew that Leng Kuang had a hobby.

That is to like listening to music when killing people.

When the music sounds, it is when the cold man wants to kill someone. What kind of music is used to kill someone. The wilder the music, the more cruel the killing is.

Unable to help, Zheng Feng looked at He Jiawei with sympathy. This guy will die miserably tonight.

"Yes, Master Leng." The little brother turned around and walked away quickly.

After a while.

Music rang out from the abandoned factory.

It was a powerful jazz song.

The sound of drum beats and brass instruments makes people's blood gush.

But Leng Kuang suddenly stretched out his finger and stopped him, "no, no, no is not this song."
Chapter completed!