Evil Army Junior: Sir, please respect yourself

"Isn't this the boss? Just call him the boss." At this moment, Leng Xuanhan turned around, glanced at the middle-aged man in front of the glass cabinet beside him, and said in a low voice.

At this moment, the two women who looked up after hearing the sound seemed to be taken aback by the handsome man in front of them.

Fortunately, not every woman is a nympho. The two women looked at the man with admiration.

The two women glanced at the middle-aged man, and then the woman who called the proprietress just now said, "What boss? The proprietress's husband has died for many years, and the proprietress opened this shop with her daughter alone. It’s been a year, we live nearby, we’re all regular customers, and we’ve never heard of the proprietress remarrying!”

At this moment, the face of the middle-aged man who was still smiling just now changed, he turned around and passed the glass cabinet, and was about to run towards the door.

However, at this moment, he was blocked by that tall figure.

"Are you going to leave like this? Don't leave anything behind?" At this time, the voice was low and cold, and the sharp eyes were stained with an inexplicable strength.

"What, I don't understand what you're saying, get out of the way." The middle-aged man no longer had the hypocritical smile before, and a murderous expression suddenly appeared on his face.

Clenching that giant fist went towards the man.

Can this young man be a simple product?To be able to stand out in that devil's army camp, that skill is naturally not weak.

His eyes flashed sharply, he narrowed those deep eyes, stretched out his big hand, and immediately grabbed the middle-aged man's wrist.

Then, everything was so fast that people had no time to react. I saw the tall figure move. Before the middle-aged man knew what happened, he felt a pain in his wrist, followed by numbness in his elbow, and his arm was severely slapped by the iron claw. Clamped tightly, there was a sharp pain at the base of the shoulder, and the middle-aged man suddenly let out a cry of pain.

In an instant, the middle-aged man's body was firmly pressed against the glass counter, his face was ruthlessly wiped against the counter, and he frowned subconsciously, unable to bear it. groaned.

"Pain, pain, sir, show mercy, I don't dare to do it again." A cry of pain pleaded.

However, at this moment, the other hand of the middle-aged man who was being pinned down suddenly took out a knife from there, and without caring about the pain, he turned sideways towards the man who was pinning him down. stabbed.

"Ah... Be careful..." The two women who had retreated to the other corner couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw it.

Leng Xuanhan, holding the middle-aged man in his mouth, was forced to let go.

As soon as he was free, the middle-aged man seemed to be in a hurry, and he didn't care about the pain in his hand, so he took a knife and slashed towards Leng Xuanhan.

Leng Xuan narrowed his sharp eyes coldly, and the cold eyes fell on the middle-aged man's ferocious face indifferently.

He avoided the middle-aged man's knife with a gentle movement, then dodged sideways, and with a bump of his elbow, his big palm slammed hard on the middle-aged man's wrist holding the knife.

There was a click on the wrist, and the middle-aged man let out a cry of pain, and the knife flew to the other side.

At this moment, two middle-aged men rushed out from the back room, each with a ferocious face, and rushed towards Leng Xuanhan in the middle with a short knife in their hands.

There was a flash of coldness in the indifferent eyes, and he didn't show mercy. Suddenly, in this warm store, swords, lights and swords were staged in an instant.