"The hands are two doors, and it's all about the legs to hit people." As the saying goes, "Hands are three points for hitting, and feet are kicking for seven points."

Lin Qianchi got out of the car and rushed into the shop like a whirlwind.

Quickly charging forward, a young man who was holding a wooden stick and shaving his body was kicked three meters away by his vaginal legs, and landed directly on the table.

The young man with a shaved head looked pale, his body curled up tightly, his hands covering his crotch, and he howled loudly and pitifully.

Lin Qianchi clasped the five fingers of his left hand slightly, and slashed the neck of a person nearby with a knife. The person rolled his eyes, fell down softly, and fell into unconsciousness.

At this time, the people who were beating up Lao Zhangtou and his son Zhang "Idiot" discovered Lin Qianchi and surrounded him, shouting and cursing.

Lin Qianchi looked at the gangsters surrounding him with disdain, tapped his toes, and jumped up; his left and right legs did not exert any force, he just used the inertia to rotate and kicked out quickly.

With the rapid "bang bang" sound, there was a crash, and the three people who had just surrounded were all kicked instantly. They were lying on the ground wailing and moaning. The slightly injured ones endured severe pain and did not dare to get up.

Lin Qianchi also saw that these people were just ordinary gangsters with no rules on their fists and kicks. Even if he struck at will, they would not be able to bear it. He just had to teach them a painful lesson, and he would be cruel and hit.

The area also feels particularly painful.

The two people left were stunned, and the shop fell silent for a moment.

The customers who were watching at the entrance of Lao Zhangtou Donkey Meat Shop and the people watching the scene also gasped.

Damn, who is this? The man in black?

Within a minute of coming in, five of them were knocked down!

Looking at Lin Qianchi's cold eyes, the leader Ma Xiaotiao couldn't help but feel chilled.

However, relying on his drunkenness, he shouted sternly: "You better mind your own business, there are some people you can't afford to offend." But he was also afraid and hesitated to move forward.

The "idiot" had anger in his eyes at this time, he helped Lao Zhangtou and hid to one side, and was wiping the blood from Lao Zhangtou's head!

He just looked at Lin Qianchi from time to time with gratitude in his eyes.

Although Lao Zhangtou is humble, he is always kind to others.

He worked hard to run the small shop and raised his son "Idiot" with painstaking efforts alone. He supported his son in college with bowls of donkey soup. For Lin Qianchi, who had never enjoyed his father's love, it was very difficult for Lao Zhangtou.

Still respectful.

But when he saw Lao Zhang's head and head bleeding, he couldn't help but feel angry.

"There are some people you can't afford to offend?" Lin Qianchi took two steps forward and approached Ma Xiaotiao, a wretched man in his thirties with withered hair.

The wretched man Ma Xiaotiao clenched his teeth and punched Lin Qianchi directly in the face, but it was soft and weak.

Lin Qianchi curled his lips in disdain, stretched out his big long hand to hold the fist that hit him, and with a slight force, there was a "click" sound, and all five of Ma Xiaotiao's fingers were severed.

The wretched man Ma Xiaotiao howled loudly, his body shaking like chaff; the so-called five fingers connected to the heart, the bones in his hands were shattered at this moment, and the pain was heartbreaking.

Lin Qianchi grabbed his broken right hand with a cruel and teasing look on his face, "Are you great? Can't you afford to offend me?" Lin Qianchi said disdainfully.

At this time, Lao Zhangtou looked at Lin Qianchi gratefully, "Mr. Lin, please let him go, forget it." But he didn't want to cause any more trouble. After all, he was afraid that they would come back to retaliate. He was already an old man, but his son still

He is very young and still has a long way to go.

The only remaining young man wearing glasses was dialing his cell phone with trembling hands. Lin Qianchi looked on coldly and did not stop him. The matter should be resolved once and for all, otherwise Lao Zhangtou would still not be able to rest assured.

He raised his foot and kicked out the wretched man Ma Xiaotiao. After somersaulting twice, he stopped. The young man with glasses who was left hurriedly stepped forward to help him. The two looked at Lin Qianchi in fear.

I didn't dare to take a breath, after all, I had never seen anyone with such bloody and vicious attacks.

The handsome young man in front of them had a calm and indifferent expression, but in their eyes he was no less than a devil.

He took out his mobile phone and called Qi Cao and told him the specific location. Lin Qianchi walked to Lao Zhangtou, tapped a few fingers on Lao Zhangtou, helped him stop the blood flow and said: "

You don’t have to worry for a while, I have my own way of dealing with it,”

A police car roared over, and two policemen jumped out of the car and strode to the front of the store.

Before he even got close to the shop, he shouted loudly: "***, who is making trouble here?"

When Ma Xiaotiao, a wretched man, saw the arrogant fat policeman, he welcomed him out of the store with the bespectacled man as if he were his own father.

"Brother-in-law, this is the boy," he endured the severe pain in his hand and pointed at Lin Qianchi with his other hand with a sinister smile.

The fat man stared at his swollen urine bubble, and the wretched man Ma Xiaotiao also reacted immediately.

"Officer, he was the one who caused trouble and beat us all. Many of us suffered broken bones." Ma Xiaotiao said, but there was a hint of pride in his painful expression.

Lin Qianchi walked out of the store and watched with cold eyes, watching how this farce would end.

The fat policeman glared: "Isn't it lawless to wantonly provoke, beat and seriously injure others in broad daylight? Now come to the police station with me." After saying that, he stretched out his big fat hands and grabbed Lin Qianchi.

Lin Qianchi took advantage of the situation and gave him a gentle tug. The fat policeman's steps were frivolous and he fell into a dog's excrement. The policeman's hat rolled off and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth."

The fat policeman finally got up and spat out a mouthful of blood. One of his big white teeth stood out. The onlookers burst into laughter. The blood on his fat round face was rising, but he was really angry with embarrassment.

He stretched out his hand to take out the gun, but Lin Qianchi stepped forward and quickly grabbed it in his hand.

The onlookers were in an uproar, screaming and retreating to avoid it. That was a real gun.

Lin Qianchi's eyes were cold.

The fat policeman actually dared to draw his gun. He really didn’t know how to live or die!

The Medal of Glory pinned to the white shirt under his black suit is his legal license to kill.

Not to mention the Beretta 9/type pistol under his ribs

He snatched the pistol himself because he was afraid that his stray bullet would injure others.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and big beads of sweat ran down his cheeks. He was really scared!

I couldn't help but worry about this guy shooting. I was also worried about how I would go back to the police station to explain if my gun was stolen.

After calming down for a moment, he shouted sternly, "You are attacking the police, put down the gun quickly, or you will bear the consequences."

Just the trembling tone is really not a deterrent

Lin Qianchi was playing with this Type 74 pistol. He had just received a closed training and was very familiar with it. His hands were like butterflies piercing flowers. The pistol danced in the hands of the drill master, and then he raised the gun against the fat policeman's naked body after his hat rolled off.

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There was a crisp "click" and the trigger was gently pulled.

Everything happens in an instant!
Chapter completed!