But will Liang Chen really get what he wants? Will he be like how Yu Zhanyuan and Yu Shouwang dealt with the bosses who dared to play tricks on the Sword Festival in the past, breaking their hands and feet so that they can't do anything in the future?

Standing up, you can only rely on a wheelchair, and you can't even do things like eating and drinking, and you have to rely on others to wait on you?

If this was the case, he would rather die earlier, die sooner, the sooner the better - he couldn't even commit suicide, and he really didn't want to suffer that kind of punishment.

Thinking of this, he smiled miserably, knowing that in the current situation, this situation was unavoidable. How could Liang Chen let him go? He touched his pistol again, held it in his hand, smiled miserably, and suddenly blocked the way.

his own mouth.

"Bang..." A crisp gunshot sounded, and Zhao Jun felt numb in his hands. The pistol had already flown into the air, and the burning sensation of the collision between the bullet and the gunshot still remained on his cheeks, with a hint of spicy.

of pain.

He raised his eyes and looked over, and saw that a person had passed by on the opposite side. A huge scar on his face, which made people feel chilled at the sight, passed dangerously from the left forehead to the left eye, and went straight to the corner of the lip. Looking up

Extremely ferocious.[

At this moment, he was holding a big black gun on the ground, and there was a faint trace of green smoke coming out of the gun muzzle.

His eyes that looked like those of demons from hell glanced at them with extreme contempt and disdain, and he whispered, "Disarm them."

Then, several people silently walked up on the dead branches and grass, took away all the weapons on their bodies, and even took off their belts, just to prevent them from committing suicide.

From this moment on, Zhao Jun, Cai Wenlong, and Xu Jicheng have lost the qualification to commit suicide.

"Where is Liang Chen? We need to find him. Even if he dies, we need him to come out and say a few words to me." At this moment, Xu Jicheng suddenly became crazy, jumped up, screamed and rushed forward.

However, as soon as he jumped up, before he could stand still, someone kicked him in the heart. He spat out a mouthful of blood with a loud sound and fell to the ground, struggling to get up.

At this moment, Liang Chen had already walked out of the crowd, stared at the three of them, and sighed softly.

"Liang Chen, I know I was tricked by you, but you can't kill me. If you kill me, you will be fighting against the same clan. Once President Wang is blamed, you will not be able to bear the consequences." Cai Wenlong also jumped up at this moment.

, Zhengji shouted wildly, but did not dare to move forward.

There was still a cold silence in the crowd, but the eyes in the silence were filled with infinite contempt and disdain - these gangster brothers were nothing more than this when they were at the end of their rope. Up to now, they still want to use the so-called moral justice.

Isn't this nonsense to pressure Liang Chen? It's simply his gangster logic. Then when you did these dirty things before, did you consider this so-called moral justice?

Liang Chen looked at them, sighed again, looked at them again with indescribable pity in his eyes, said nothing, turned around and left.

Cai Wenlong and Xu Jicheng were still yelling unwillingly. Even if they were dragged up, they still waved their hands like crazy. However, Zhao Jun heard the meaning from Liang Chen's two sighs -

- From the beginning to the end, he never regarded any of them as real opponents. They had never been qualified to fight with him. They were just trying to hit a rock with an overestimation of their capabilities.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt strong regret in his heart, but now, it was too late for any regrets.
Chapter completed!