"Bang!"

The impact was hard enough. [, Chen Ming almost felt that his soul was about to be shaken out. He spat out a mouthful of blood, looked back at the machete Zhang, and rushed over quickly, intending to pick up the material on the ground.

The machete he dropped just now. If he were to hold it, Chen Ming would have to deal with him with his bare hands.

"Uh-huh!"

Chen Ming immediately let out an angry roar, rushed over, and threw the machete from behind to the ground. Then, he raised his fist and struck the guy in the face with a crazy beating.

The fist hit his face one after another, beating him like an enemy who killed his father. The machete was stretched out, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his face was dripping with blood. While beating, Chen Ming cursed madly: "

It’s your uncle’s! It’s your uncle’s fault. You won’t feel well without beating me, right? I’ll beat you to death, you bastard.”

"Ahem!" Machete Zhang's face could be said to have been completely destroyed. Chen Ming's fists could even blast many bricks at once; hitting his face was like kneading dough. In the blink of an eye.

In no time, this guy's face was covered in blood and flesh.

"Huh!" After directly maiming the guy, Chen Ming stood up panting from exhaustion. He walked step by step to the knife and raised the gleaming machete. Then, he turned around.

Come, step by step towards Machete Zhang, who only has one eye left, and stride over.

"Ahem, please...please, no! There are still people in my family, and an old mother who is seriously ill." Machete Zhang was extremely frightened, especially now that Chen Ming was holding a knife;

His fierce look almost scared him to death.

Chen Ming didn't say anything, but still walked quickly step by step. Machete Zhang turned around in fright and wanted to escape. However, he was beaten to a pulp and had no strength at all.

Chen Ming walked up directly, put one hand on his head, and put the knife in the other hand on Machete Zhang's neck. The latter had the knife on his neck, and no matter how much he wanted to run away, he didn't dare to

It moved.

"Boss!" At this moment, Ma Ge and others also came here. Suddenly, they saw Chen Ming hugging the machete Zhang from behind. None of them spoke, and they all stood there, waiting.

Let your boss handle it.

"Poor people must be hateful! As long as you know some things, nothing will happen if you remain silent. But you yourself are going to cause trouble... Don't worry, your mother will get a settlement allowance.

." After saying that, Chen Ming made a sudden slash with the knife in his hand, and with a "puff" sound, the machete opened his eyes wide.

The blood on his neck gushed out like a fountain. He tightly covered his throat, trying to block the blood, but there was no way. He wanted to scream, but his throat was cut, but he couldn't.

Can't scream.

The young men of the Xinglong Club were all a little frightened as they watched. Being exsanguinated to death, only the last moment will feel beautiful; you have to endure a kind of mental and physical torture ahead!

"Hiss" Chen Ming calmly took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped off the fingerprints and blood on the machete. After it was still on the ground, he calmly said to Ma Ge and others, "Let's go."

Bar!"

"Yes!" Everyone stood there, taking one last look at the twitching Machete Zhang lying on the ground, and then left with Chen Ming. On the ground, only the motionless Machete Zhang was left lying in a pool of blood.
Chapter completed!