Comprehension against the sky, creating the Five Thunders in the real world

On the other hand, Lin Beichen didn't move at all from beginning to end. Although he took He Ming's punch head-on, he looked unharmed.

This is not surprising. After all, who is Lin Beichen?

Even without counting the plug-ins granted by the system, his own strength alone is enough to look down on the world.

As a superman whose overall qualities have long surpassed the limits of human beings, it would be strange if he was injured by a single punch from an ordinary person.

Lin Beichen glanced at He Ming and said calmly, "How dare a tiny grain of light compete with the bright moon? It's really ridiculous and ignorant."

"Ahhh, how is this possible? How is this possible?"

At this moment, He Ming, who was sitting on the ground, covered his drooping right arm and looked at Lin Beichen in disbelief, "No, this is impossible, absolutely impossible. How can you be so strong?"

He Ming couldn't accept the fact that he was killed instantly.

If he was just defeated, he might be able to accept it. After all, the person in front of him was an opponent that even the second generation had to take seriously. If he didn't have some strength, it would be unacceptable.

However, what he really couldn't accept was that the other party didn't even move.

Not only did he take his punch head-on without any harm, but he himself was injured in the arm by the recoil.

Just a backlash.

Is it that exaggerated?
Is this a strength that humans can possess?
Is this something a human being could do?

"You are a frog in a well. You can never see your own worth." Lin Beichen walked calmly in front of He Ming and looked down at him. "I am a kind-hearted person. Since you can't see clearly, I will help you to see it clearly. Remember to thank me."

As he spoke, Lin Beichen raised his foot and kicked He Ming in the chest.

He Ming only saw a shadow flash by and had no time to react.

"Boom!"

A loud bang exploded in He Ming's ears.

In an instant, He Ming felt wind filling his ears and his whole body felt as if it had been hit head-on by a large truck coming towards him at high speed.

With this collision, all his flesh, blood, and internal organs seemed to be forcibly squeezed together.

It hurts so much!
The pain that penetrated deep into his bones made He Ming's expression distorted and he let out a shrill scream: "Ah..."

With this scream, He Ming flew more than ten meters away like a rag doll, and then hit the security door more than ten meters away heavily.

"Bang!"

After a loud bang, the alloy security door was smashed into a hole with a wailing sound under the impact of a heavy object weighing more than 200 kilograms.

At this moment, He Ming's entire head was embedded in it, with blood all over his face, and he looked extremely miserable.

Lin Beichen dusted himself off, smiled faintly and said to the horrified Zhang Xiaolin: "Okay, this little fly has been dealt with. Do you have any backers? If so, take the opportunity to call them over so that I can clean up all this garbage at once."

Facing Lin Beichen's question, Zhang Xiaolin stood there blankly. For a moment, his head was like a paste and he was at a loss as to what to do.

He looked up at Lin Beichen, then turned to look at He Ming, whose half body was embedded in the iron gate. His heart was filled with fear and confusion.

His eldest brother is a gangster leader who is known to have few rivals within a hundred miles.

I wonder how many dead souls were wailing under a pair of iron fists, but in the end they were killed in seconds by the guy in front of me?

Not even a hint of resistance?

What kind of joke is this?

"You, who are you?"

Zhang Xiaolin asked Lin Beichen with a look of horror.

At this point, unless one is out of his mind, anyone with a bit of common sense would know that the guy in front of him is definitely not a simple person.

Are you kidding? It would be fine if he could be knocked out in one punch, but he could even knock out his big brother who had been fighting on the front line of the gang for years.

With this kind of strength, even the legendary double-flowered red stick is no more than this, right?

"You don't deserve to know my name because you are not qualified." Lin Beichen glanced at Zhang Xiaolin expressionlessly. His cold eyes didn't seem like he was looking at a person, but more like he was looking at an animal that was about to be put in a cage.

This look made Zhang Xiaolin furious, but he didn't dare show it. He could only lower his head as much as possible, fearing that Lin Beichen would find an excuse to get rid of him.

At the same time, a sense of sadness involuntarily emerged in his heart.

Even his elder brother was no match for this kid, what else could he do? Could he really not escape the fate of going to jail?
"boom!"

Just when Zhang Xiaolin was feeling desperate, the security door was pushed open again.

Then a burly man with a full beard and a thick gold chain around his neck strode in. The burly man pulled He Ming out of the security door with a sullen face.

After he slapped He Ming a few times and saw He Ming slowly waking up, he said, "Xiaotian, how did you lose so quickly? I went to the store downstairs to buy a bottle of water. How long has it been? It's only been three minutes at most. When did you become so weak? You couldn't even last three minutes." He Ming pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a bitter smile, and said to the strong man, "It's not that I'm weak, it's that this guy is too strong. He is simply not a human. Anyway, you better be careful."

"Hahaha, kid, do you know who that is? That's my brother Qiang, my brother Qiang Liu Huaqiang!" After seeing who it was, Zhang Xiaolin laughed wildly.

With blood flowing freely from the corners of his mouth, his smile became more intense, and his eyes revealed a deep pleasure of revenge: "I am He Ming, the famous Double Flower Red Stick of the Tyrant Tiger Gang. Your doomsday has come, and there is no possibility of escape."

What? It turned out to be He Ming, the Double Flower Red Stick of the Tyrant Tiger Gang? This name was like a bolt from the blue, exploding suddenly in Zhao Lili's heart, causing her body to tremble and her face to turn pale as snow. Her legs became weak, and she could hardly support her body, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Zhao Lili stared at the bearded man with her eyes wide open, and quickly took out her phone to check. As the results emerged, her fear surged like a tide, completely drowning her rationality.

In extreme panic, Zhao Lili suddenly reached out and grabbed Lin Beichen's arm, as if she had grabbed the last straw to save her life. She leaned against Lin Beichen's body, and her trembling voice revealed endless fear: "Lin Beichen, what should we do? He is He Ming, the Double Flower Red Stick of the Tyrant Tiger Gang!"

Lin Beichen's originally calm face frowned slightly after sensing Zhao Lili's fear. He turned to look at Zhao Lili and asked calmly, "What's wrong? What about the Tyrant Tiger Gang?"

"The Tyrant Tiger Gang is one of the largest gangs in Hong Kong. We can't afford to offend them." Zhao Lili explained with a look of fear, as if she was afraid that Lin Beichen didn't understand the interests involved. "And He Ming is the most capable double-flowered red stick in the Tyrant Tiger Gang. We have no chance of winning at all."

Hearing this, Lin Beichen raised his eyebrows slightly, and a disdainful smile appeared on his face: "Oh? Really? So what? Beg for mercy? Do you think begging for mercy from him will work?"

At this time, Zhang Xiaolin also struggled to speak. He pointed at Lin Beichen and Zhao Lili and roared, "You are dead! My brother Ming's strength is beyond your imagination. He can punch through steel plates with one punch. Just wait for your heads to be blown off!"

After wiping the blood off his body, He Ming slowly stood up. He looked at Lin Beichen with his inverted triangle eyes, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Boy, you are indeed quite capable to beat my men like this. However, you have also successfully attracted my attention."

However, facing He Ming's threats and provocations, Lin Beichen just smiled calmly, shook his head and said, "You are quite arrogant. But in my eyes, you are nothing but a pig or a dog. Are you worthy of being valued in front of me?"

These words immediately angered He Ming. He shouted, "You're looking for death!" Then he kicked the ground with his right foot, flew into the air, and kicked Lin Beichen hard on the forehead.

The speed and power of this kick reached an astonishing level. It was obvious that He Ming was angry and wanted to kick Lin Beichen to death. However, facing this fierce attack, Lin Beichen just smiled coldly, and with a slight shake of his body, he easily avoided He Ming's attack.

"Boom!" A loud noise was heard, and it turned out that He Ming's kick missed and fell heavily to the ground. This sudden change stunned everyone, especially Zhang Xiaolin and Zhao Lili, who widened their eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief.

He Ming was also stunned. He obviously did not expect Lin Beichen to be able to avoid his attack. He stared at Lin Beichen with wide eyes, with an expression of disbelief on his face. At this time, Lin Beichen just stood there calmly, looking at He Ming with a disdainful smile on his face. As if to say: You are nothing but this.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you insult me ​​like this? Now, I'll show you my true strength!" He Ming's eyes were red as he stared at Lin Beichen, his voice full of murderous intent. He suddenly raised his foot and, accompanied by a sonic boom, kicked Lin Beichen's forehead fiercely.

Zhang Xiaolin watched this scene excitedly, expecting Lin Beichen's brain to splatter and blood to gush out. Zhao Lili had already closed her eyes in despair, as if this would allow her to escape the coming bloodshed.

However, facing this fierce kick, Lin Beichen seemed unusually calm. He casually stretched out his hand, flicked his fingers, and sneered, "You are a stink bug who doesn't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. How dare you be so arrogant in front of me? Who gave you the courage? You want me to die? Do you deserve it?"

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Lin Beichen's fingers arrived first and hit He Ming's foot accurately.

"Crack!" The sound of bones breaking was heard, making everyone look up in shock.

The smile on Zhang Xiaolin's face froze instantly, and he stared at the situation in disbelief with his eyes wide open. He originally thought that Lin Beichen would be kicked away by He Ming, but he didn't expect the result to be the exact opposite.

"Ah!" He Ming screamed miserably, as if he was hit by a huge force, flying backwards more than ten meters, and hitting the wall heavily. The wall shattered, and a huge hole appeared. He Ming curled up in the corner like a pool of rotten meat, with a bloody head and crooked mouth and eyes.

On the other hand, Lin Beichen still stood there calmly, as if nothing had happened. He glanced at the miserable He Ming and said, "An ant trying to shake a tree is ridiculous and overestimating oneself. Today I will let you see what real strength is."

Although He Ming was seriously injured, he still managed to stand up. He pointed at Lin Beichen and said in a trembling voice: "You... you are very strong, stronger than I thought. But do you think you can defeat me like this? No! I tell you, this is not enough!"

He Ming tried to act arrogant, and said to Lin Beichen in a timid tone: "This place is too narrow, and I can't use my famous skills. Do you dare to come to the rooftop with me and compete again?"

Hearing this, Lin Beichen smiled disdainfully. He walked over, grabbed He Ming by the collar, and lifted him up in his hand like a chicken: "Going to the rooftop, right? Well, I want to see what tricks you have up your sleeve."

After reaching the rooftop, Lin Beichen casually threw He Ming and Zhang Xiaolin to the ground. He touched his chin and said to He Ming: "Okay, now you can use your famous skills."

He Ming glanced at the surroundings and laughed out loud: "Hahaha! Boy, you finally showed up. After entering here, you are dead!"

However, just as he finished speaking, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him. Lin Beichen punched He Ming hard in the chest, knocking him out again.

"Bang!" He Ming fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood. He struggled to get up, but found that he had lost his fighting ability.

Lin Beichen looked at He Ming indifferently and said sarcastically: "Is this your famous skill? How disappointing. I thought you had some amazing skills."

At this moment, the roar of the propeller suddenly sounded.

When everyone looked up, they saw a private plane suddenly appearing more than ten meters above their heads.

The door of the plane opened, and a young man stuck his head out, clapped his hands and praised, "Awesome! Really awesome! The most capable fighter among my men couldn't even last a single round in your hands. Your strength is truly unfathomable!"

When He Ming saw the young man, he struggled and shouted, "Boss! Be careful! This guy is too strong!"

As he said this, he rolled and crawled under the plane and opened his arms to try to protect the young man.

However, his actions seemed extremely ridiculous and futile in Lin Beichen's eyes.

Lin Beichen didn't even look at him, but just stared coldly at the young man on the plane.

After seeing the young man's face clearly, Zhao Lili shouted in astonishment: "Sun Ningzhou?! Why is it you?! Did you arrange all this?!"

Sun Ningzhou glanced at Zhao Lili with contempt. Instead of answering her question, he turned to look at Lin Beichen and said coldly: "Boy, do you think you have won? Let me tell you, this is just the beginning!"

Lin Beichen was unmoved, and just looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at a clown. (End of this chapter)