"Ah, well, my finger!"

Wang Jun shouted.

Although he is an old bastard and is usually ruthless, after the index finger of his right hand was broken off, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tense up!

The fingers are linked to the heart, it really hurts him to death!

"You were grinning very harshly just now. Why did you just break a finger and you screamed like this?"

Tang Zuo asked coldly, and then he broke off the middle finger of Wang Jun's right hand.

Feng Yumeng earlier refused to sacrifice and even kicked him, which made him feel very unhappy!

At this juncture, Wang Jun even brought up the past, and the anger in his heart suddenly arose!

That bad girl Wang Yu often bullied him when she was in junior high school. That day, he suddenly couldn't hold it back and exchanged words with Wang Yu. Later, Wang Yu called her brother Wang Jun to complain!

Wang Jun had already begun to fool around in society. He blocked the entrance of Qingjiang Community that afternoon and almost broke all five fingers of Tang Zuo's right hand. If not for the help and intercession of many onlookers, other people would have been killed. The consequences are really unimaginable!

Wang Jun is seven years older than Tang Zuo. Now that Wang Jun brings up the past, one can imagine the anger in Tang Zuo's heart!

"Ouch...it hurts, it really hurts!"

This time, Wang Jun twisted his mouth in pain, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"It turns out that you also know pain, so there is a saying that says, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. I wonder if you have heard of it?"

Tang Zuo looked at Wang Jun and asked coldly.

"I hear your mother, Tang Zuozi, if you just break my fingers, you are 100% dead today!"

Wang Jun yelled, his facial features completely distorted: "Curly hair, are you fucking dead? If not, please help quickly!"

Sizzling, sizzling!

"Tang Zuo, you dare to attack Brother Jun, I will electrocute you right now!"

Curly Hair rushed directly to Tang Zuo, and he pressed the electric baton in his hand, causing sparks to fly.

Snap!

Tang Zuo didn't even look back. He slapped Curly Hair on the bridge of his nose with a backhand slap from his right hand.

Kick, kick, kick!

Curly Hair was slapped by Tang Zuo and he stepped back six or seven steps, barely able to stabilize his figure. He shook his head, his nose was burning and his eyes were shining with stars.

Curly then covered his nose with his left hand, and nosebleeds came out from between his fingers.

"Tang, Tang Zuo, stop, stop, stop, don't break my fingers anymore!"

Wang Jun shouted in panic because Tang Zuo pinched the ring finger of his right hand again.

"Didn't you just say that I would break off all five fingers on your right hand? Why should you stop now?"

Tang Zuo looked at Wang Jun and asked coldly.

"Damn it, Tang Zuo, I admit that you are really more ruthless now than before, but what I want to tell you is that in this society, strength is the most important thing, and ruthlessness alone is useless!"

Wang Jun shouted.

"I broke two of my fingers for you. Don't you think I am relying on my strength?"

Tang Zuo asked in a daze.

"You are fucking sneaking up on me. If you come with force, I can sweep you to the ground with just one kick!"

Wang Jun said loudly, and his face suddenly darkened: "Tang Zuo, if you have the ability, let me go now, and then come with me with real swords and guns. Then I will admit that you are a man!"

"Brother Jun is right, Tang Zuo, if you have the ability, let go of Brother Jun and fight with Brother Jun for real!"

"I'm telling you kid, Brother Jun is a master of Taekwondo and can beat eight with one. As long as you let go of Brother Jun, even if there are eight of you, Brother Jun will definitely sweep him to the ground!"

Wang Jun’s cavalry fool followed and shouted.

His head was as big as a bushel, and his fists the size of small sandbags were clenching at the moment.

"Silly head, if you can fucking speak, just speak. If you can't speak, just shut your mouth!"

Wang Jun cursed at the fool, who was so angry that he had a stomachache.

Han Tou's head is really no different from that of a pig. The ring finger of his right hand is now being pinched by Tang Zuo. Han Tou is yelling like this. As long as Tang Zuo's brain is not wrong, he won't let him go, right?

"Haha, I'm really not afraid of opponents who are like gods, I'm afraid of teammates who are like pigs. Han Tou is calling him like this now. He is clearly telling Tang Zuo not to let go of Wang Jun!"

"Yes, Wang Jun is a master of Taekwondo. His reputation in Beicheng is based on his fists and big feet. If I were Tang Zuo, I would definitely not let Wang Jun go now!"

"Tang Zuo has already broken off two of Wang Jun's fingers, and his feud with Wang Jun has been forged. Now that he doesn't let go of Wang Jun, should he continue to break off Wang Jun's fingers?"

"Of course not. Breaking two of Wang Jun's fingers is already a huge blow. If you continue to break Wang Jun's fingers, it will break the whole sky. The wisest way for Tang Zuo now is to control

Wang Jun should leave Qingjiang Community quickly, so he may still have a way to survive tonight!"

Some of the people watching were laughing, while others were frowning.

"It will be difficult for Tang Zuo to control Wang Jun and leave Qingjiang Community now, because as soon as he lets go of Wang Jun, Wang Jun will definitely attack him immediately!"

"Tang Zuo is in a difficult situation now, but he can call a car first and let Wang Jun go after he gets in the car. That way he will have a chance to escape. That will always be better than this stalemate now!"

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