God-level master in the city

Sister Jing brought Luo Fan and Su Xianghua to the gate of Muling Building.

The Muling Building is one of Songchuan Club's properties in Xinsu. The third basement floor is a casino, the third floor above the street is a sex shop, and the upper floor is the Muling Hotel.

"Sister Jing, on which floor are those beasts from the Songchuan Club located?" Luo Fan looked at Muling Building with cold eyes.

Sister Jing raised her head and looked at the location on the twelfth floor on the left side of Muling Building, her eyes were filled with infinite indignation and resentment.

Luo Fan didn't need to ask anymore, he closed his eyes and his face was cold.

Two or three seconds later, Luo Fan opened his eyes. The murderous intent in his eyes was like an unsheathed blade. He looked at the fourth lighted position from the left on the 12th floor. He stretched out his hands and pulled Su Xianghua and Sister Jing, seeing how hard he was, led the two of them up to the twelfth floor like cannonballs.

Su Xianghua and Sister Jing were not mentally prepared at all. The inertia brought about by the sudden rise made them both physically and psychologically uncomfortable, but both of them felt ecstasy in their hearts. He is a Superman, no, even better than Superman!

Luo Fan didn't pay attention to what Su Xianghua and the others thought of him. When they got close to the room, energy burst out, and the tempered glass of the building shattered instantly.

There were eleven men in the room, three of them were foreign blacks, and the other eight were mourning dogs. Some of them were still naked, with patterns of various colors and shapes tattooed on their bodies.

Suddenly someone broke into the window from the front, and the eleven men in the room were startled. When they saw that among the three people who entered, one of them was the Huaxia woman whom they had tortured for most of the night. His complexion changed.

A short and fat man with an afro head and a belly full of fat, holding a cable mud camera in his hand, an unsightly picture is being played on the monitor, and a woman's miserable voice can be heard in the sound of the camera playback. The sound of shouting, and the cruel and evil laughter of several men.

Luo Fan's eyes were as cold as ice. He grabbed the short and fat man's hair with his hands and pulled it back. His mouth involuntarily opened wide.

Luo Fan snatched the video camera from the chunky Fusanggou's hand, and stuffed the camera lens, which was as thick as an arm and more than half a foot long, into the chunky man's mouth.

The groaning sound immediately came from the short and fat man's nostrils. That's right, it came from the nostrils. His lips and teeth were smashed by the camera lens, and his mouth was also smashed by a camera whose diameter was far larger than his. The lens is full.

Then, Luo Fan clapped the palm of his right hand on the camera body, and the humming of the short and fat man stopped abruptly.

The nearly seven-inch camera lens penetrates from his mouth and exits from the back of his neck. A lens as thick as an arm runs through the entire neck. It is strange that he can make the slightest sound.

Luo Fan's methods were too bloody and cruel. The remaining seven mourners and three black men in the room were all pale with fright, while Su Xianghua and Sister Jing felt an indescribable joy in their hearts. The insult must be washed away with the blood of the mourning dog. The short and fat man's is just the first blood!

Luo Fan let go of his right hand, and the body of the short and fat man lay down straight. However, Luo Fan's expression did not change at all, and he took a side step towards the skinny tattooed man closest to him.

The thin man jumped up almost like a conditioned reflex, but he immediately fell short again - Luo Fan slapped his head with a slap, his slender head and slender neck sank into his chest cavity, Only blood spurted out.

In the blink of an eye, two people were killed, and the death conditions were extremely horrific. A long-haired man with dark eyes rushed towards Luo Fan with a fierce roar.

Judging from his agility, the long-haired man obviously has good attainments in Aikido, but unfortunately, he met Luo Fan.As soon as the long-haired man took a step forward, Luo Fan stepped in front of him in a flash, and at the same time slashed his neck with his palm.

The roar of the long-haired man stopped, and his head hung down.

Luo Fan didn't look at him again, Senhan's gaze shot to the hooked nose behind the long-haired man.

The hooked nose trembled, and he wanted to back away, but before he could move, Luo Fan raised his palm and slashed at his head in the void.

The hooked nose seemed to be fixed, motionless, and then, a very thin red line appeared in the middle of his forehead. This red line passed through his eyebrows, nose, and extended to his abdomen and crotch... …

As the red line gradually became thicker, both Su Xianghua and Sister Jing could see clearly that the red line was the blood oozing from the body of the hooked nose.

When the red line in the middle of the hooked nose's body became as thick as an earthworm, his body finally split into two halves from the middle and fell to both sides.

The extremely cruel and bloody killing almost scared the remaining seven people out of their wits, even Su Xianghua and Sister Jing were shocked.

After killing the hooked nose, Luo Fan did not continue to attack.It's not that he's being soft-handed. He only killed four people, which is far from enough to vent the anger in his heart. He wants the remaining seven people to taste the fear brought about by the bloody killing.

Death is not the scariest thing. What is terrible is Luo Fan's method. The methods used to kill four people are different, but the same cruelty, the same blood, and great fear shroud the hearts of the remaining seven people.

After standing still for about ten seconds, Luo Fan moved again. This time, he moved very slowly. It took a full two seconds to take a step, and each small step only covered a distance of ten centimeters.

But it was such a slow step, but it brought a lot of pressure to the remaining seven people. Every step Luo Fan took seemed to be stepping on their hearts.

Finally, the three black men who were stronger than a bull were the first to be unable to bear the pressure. Almost at the same time, the three roared like beasts from their throats and stood up abruptly.

Luo Fan's face was as calm as a mountain, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he threw his fists at the two black men in front at the same time.

The same way of punching, but hitting different parts, the black man on the left was punched through the chest by Luo Fan, and a bowl-sized blood hole appeared in his chest, but he stood upright; while the black man on the right The black man's situation was even more terrifying. His head had been blown away by Luo Fan's fist, and he was still standing, with blood spurting from his headless neck.

The black man behind was stronger than the two black men in front, but when he saw the miserable condition of the two black men in front, he let out a strange cry from his throat, and fell down on his back.

Luo Fan didn't have the time to distinguish whether he fainted from fright or died of fright. He raised his hand and punched out again. The force of the fist hit the crotch of the black man on the ground. It has turned into a puddle of meat paste.

The remaining four mourning men fell to their knees in fright, and tremblingly said some notes that Luo Fan couldn't understand, but Luo Fan didn't care, he didn't come here to chat with these mourning dogs, killing people doesn't need to listen Know what the other person is farting.

Kill without borders!

Luo Fan turned his head and looked at Su Xianghua and Sister Jing. Both Su Xianghua and Sister Jing had expressions of shock on their faces, but there was a kind of cruel pleasure in their eyes.

"There are four dogs left, do you want to do it yourself?" Luo Fan's tone was very calm, as if those mutilated corpses on the ground were not his masterpiece.

A trace of fear flashed across Su Xianghua's eyes, but he immediately turned cold again. These mourning dogs hurt Sister Jing. He must not have the slightest pity for them. The dog's head was a hit.

But Sister Jing picked up a long knife in the corner of the room, walked to the side of the other three mourning men, raised the knife and dropped it, and the head of the man on the far left rolled off.

Luo Fan watched coldly, admiring the sharpness of the Dongyang long knife.Sister Jing doesn't know martial arts, and she didn't find the right place to cut off the head. She was able to land the head with one blow, thanks to the sharp Dongyang long knife.

After cutting off three dog heads three times in a row, Sister Jing's hands and body were already covered with the blood of three mourning animals. Her shame must be washed away with the blood of these animals!

Su Xianghua had already beaten the remaining bereaved man to the ground. Although he didn't know how to kill, most of his fists hit the fatal part of the bereaved man, and the violent anger in his chest was suffocating After a long time, his strength was many times stronger than usual, and the bereavement man's mouth, nose and ears were all congested, and he had already passed away.

But Su Xianghua didn't stop, and kept punching Fusangnan's head. His hands were stained with the other's blood, his eyes were terribly red, and his expression was ferocious. He looked like an angry beast.

Painful pity flashed in Sister Jing's eyes, and when Su Xianghua raised his fist again, she held him back.

Su Xianghua stopped, stared at Sister Jing with red eyes, panting heavily, when his breath gradually calmed down, the murderous intent in his eyes also subsided, he stood up straight, stared at Sister Jing, and slowly moved towards Sister Jing. Open your hands.

The cold murderous look on Sister Jing's face gradually disappeared, and she looked at Su Xianghua, but she still didn't dare to throw herself into Su Xianghua's arms.

In fact, she has been moved by Su Xianghua for a long time, but she is several years older than Su Xianghua, and she has been married once. Facing Su Xianghua, she has a sense of inferiority in her heart, and now she has encountered misfortune, let alone being close to Su Xianghua courage.

"In life, one must dare to love, dare to hate, dare to be angry, and dare to kill." Luo Fan looked at Sister Jing with an unusually gentle voice, "What's more, everything you encountered was not your fault."

Sister Jing was still hesitating, but Su Xianghua had already taken a step towards her and hugged her. Sister Jing stretched out her hand tremblingly, and it took several seconds to hug Su Xianghua.

After a long time, both of them woke up at the same time and looked at Luo Fan.

Luo Fan smiled faintly at the two: "Leave me alone, just treat me as a transparent person."

After Luo Fan finished speaking, he was about to turn around when he saw Su Xianghua pulling Sister Jing, and they both knelt down in front of him.

Luo Fan raised his hand, and a dark energy surged out, supported the two of them, and said solemnly: "If I'm not wrong, there are still people from the Songchuan Society in this building, right?"