Chapter 158: Enraged Again and Begging for a Monthly Ticket
"They asked me not to kill you, do you think I will obey?"
Jun Xiaojun's tone was very relaxed, but Fatty Fifth Master, Wei Changhong and others sounded even more frightened. Now they knew that the man in front of them was a complete madman, and he was also a powerful madman. He could just raise his hand casually.
Kill people.
Just now he thought that the police outside could stop him, but now it seems that they were still too optimistic. He didn't take the threats of the police outside to stop him at all.
Seeing that Jun Xiaojun was getting closer and closer to Fat Five, he might take action at any time. Thinking that if Fat Five died, they would probably not survive. Wei Changhong had to step forward.
"Well, sir, don't do anything yet. Listen to me. As long as you stop now, we can regard those things as misunderstandings. If those people die, they will die. Anyway, no one else will see it. We promise not to
Let the police investigate further. But now the police are here. If you kill someone again in front of them, things will not go well, and you will be buried with him in the end."
Now he didn't dare to use a arrogant tone anymore. He was also afraid that he would kill him first if he didn't do anything right. And what he said was very reasonable. No matter what barriers Jun Xiaojun had, in front of so many police officers, he would
If you kill someone, the situation will be really irreversible.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Wei Changhong had no choice but to continue: "Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your family. If you continue, I'm afraid it's not just you who will be affected. Even your parents and relatives will not have a good time."
"Are you threatening me?" Jun Xiaojun turned to look at him coldly.
"I...I..." When Jun Xiaojun looked at him like this, Wei Changhong broke out in a cold sweat. Just a look from the other party made him almost lose his mind.
Seeing his appearance, Jun Xiaojun actually smiled. He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I'm an orphan. I don't even know where my parents are. If you can find them, then I have to say thank you."
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Thinking of his parents, Jun Xiaojun also had a glimmer of hope in his heart. Now he was probably sure that he was from the Jun family, the first family in China. And according to the intelligence, they should also know the result. But he didn't know why they hadn't come here yet.
Own.
I wonder what they will do when they know that they have caused such a big disaster here?
Jun Xiaojun only had a slight expectation of being protected by his family. The reason why he made the matter so big was because he wanted his family to come forward. However, he knew that he could not rely on them to get out of trouble, and they did not care about the situation here.
They may not always know, and they may not be able to figure out a way to protect themselves in a short while. So he still has to think of an escape route first, but the current situation is indeed a bit difficult, because he really doesn't want to hurt the armed police and special police outside.
But Jun Xiaojun didn't want to stop just like that, especially this Fat Five, who was the mastermind behind Qiu Lingyue's kidnapping, so even if the remaining people could survive, this Fat Five must be killed.
Not to mention that he dared to threaten Qiu Lingyue's life, just the injustice he made Lingyue suffer was enough to make Jun Xiaojun determined to kill him.
Seeing that Jun Xiaojun was still unmoved and the expression on his face had not changed at all, he now looked at Fat Wu as if he were looking at a dead person. These people also felt despair.
In fact, Jun Xiaojun could complete the killing in just an instant. The reason why he approached Fat Wu step by step and walked over so slowly was because he wanted to make him suffer in despair and torture in the fear of death.
Only in this way can the anger in Jun Xiaojun's heart be eliminated.
Looking at Fat Wu who had already fallen into despair, Jun Xiaojun slowly stretched out his hand, first pressed it on his chest, and then gently moved it up to his neck. During this process, Fat Wu remained motionless, with only the words in his eyes
With fear, even other reactions are forgotten.
Pressing Fat Wu's neck, Jun Xiaojun still had a smile on his face. His hands slowly exerted force, and Fat Wu's face became more and more purple, and his hands and feet began to kick and scratch, but to no avail.
After struggling for a while, he rolled his eyes and finally stopped moving. This big boss who had secretly dominated the Shanghai stock market for more than ten years finally ended his life in the hands of Jun Xiaojun.
He didn't even cry out during the whole process. It seemed that he was so frightened that he even forgot to call for help and beg for mercy.
Wei Changhong and others just stared blankly until Fat Wu's plump body fell to the ground. Only then did a few people come back to their senses. Realizing that the Fifth Master who controlled their destiny was really dead, several people suddenly
The heart is as gray as death.
Thinking of what Fat Five had said, they realized again that they and the others couldn't survive if he died. But now he was dead. After realizing all this, Wei Changhong and others were almost crazy.
Thinking that his power, wealth, and everything else might be gone soon, and even his life might be at risk, Wei Changhong could no longer calm down. He pointed at the culprit, who had put himself in this desperate situation.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn't help but said angrily: "You fatherless and motherless bastard, you...you...kill the Fifth Master, and I will make you die a miserable death."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Xiaojun suddenly turned to look at him, his eyes filled with unstoppable murderous intent.
Unexpectedly, his words aroused his anger, and Wei Changhong felt regretful in his heart. Just now he was in despair and spoke arbitrarily, but he unexpectedly provoked this murderous god again. It looked like he was about to kill him.
He asked himself, why did this happen? When he woke up, he completely regretted it.
Feeling the murderous aura on Jun Xiaojun's body, he couldn't help but take two steps back and asked tremblingly: "You... what... you... want to do?"
"What did you just say?" Jun Xiaojun asked coldly. The guy just said something uncultured and was killed by him. This Wei Changhong dared to call him a bastard. He originally planned to stop there, but after hearing this
How could Jun Xiaojun let him go?
I and my parents will never allow others to insult me like this, not to mention that this person is a corrupt official who is harming the officialdom. This kind of person should be eliminated completely. I really shouldn't have shown mercy just now, but I still wanted to let this scum go. It was really shameful.
It should be.
Jun Xiaojun walked in step by step, and Wei Changhong stepped back step by step, but there was a wall behind him, and he had no way to retreat. Jun Xiaojun slowly stretched out his hand to end this scumbag's life.
At this moment, a familiar middle-aged man outside shouted through the megaphone:
"Xiaojun, don't be impulsive, stop it immediately!"
Thank you for reading. Your support is my biggest motivation. Killing a bad person is equivalent to saving many good people. However, some people say that only killing bad people in accordance with legal procedures can punish evil and promote good. But if this is the case, why have there been so many good people for thousands of years?
Many knights who have upheld justice have been praised by everyone.
Han Feizi during the Warring States Period once said a famous saying, "Confucianism uses literature to disrupt the law, and chivalrous people use martial arts to violate the prohibition." Although this statement is a denial of Jun Xiaojun, a man of justice, it puts such chivalrous people and literati in the same place.
The same status. From this perspective, it can also be explained that heroes like Jun Xiaojun, who rely on personal force to support justice, are as positive forces in promoting social progress as the literati who use their pens as swords.