Super Crazy Son-in-Law

Nangong brocade has been properly dressed. Her face is as angry as iron. This kind of thing has been endured for a long time. It will make people feel explosive.

Originally, zhicomplacent man came to the western regions to do business, but he was made difficult by some despicable people everywhere. Clay figurines will be angry.

"Let's go!" Nangong Jin gets on the bus decisively.

The party drove more than a dozen cars out of the construction site and drove quickly towards bango county.

It is said that the troublemakers are the local snakes in Bangor County, about 16 kilometers away from here. They are a local bully and very arrogant.

There are few cars on the road, but there are many pedestrians. Their skin is dark and their eyes are very bright. They are somewhat similar to Filipinos.

On both sides of the road, flocks of cattle and sheep, sheep herders standing in front, curiously watching the team roar forward.

Before long, the team arrived at the boundary of Bangor county. There was a good road, but someone dug a deep trench. They wanted to pass through the newly dug dirt road next to it, but there were two iron poles across the dirt road. A group of lazy boys charged tolls to the passing vehicles.

"These guys..." Ling Yu frowned and shook his hand out of the window.

WOW!

Two strong little blacksmiths immediately got out of the car and walked towards the interception point.

Whoever you are at the interception point, you have to pay as long as you pass the car.

"I want money every day. I have to give money every day. These bastards are vampires!"

"The authorities don't care!"

"Who cares? Come here today, run away, continue tomorrow, and make it worse. It's better to ignore it."

"Hey! I gave them all the money I earned from a trip to transport."

"Who said no."

A group of stopped cart drivers complained, but there was nothing they could do.

This line is their source of livelihood. If they don't cross here, they need to bypass hundreds of kilometers, and the freight is not enough for fuel.

Therefore, they can only tolerate such exploitation.

"Hurry up! What are you doing one by one?" A Bangor County man with a headscarf and a stick in his hand walked around in front of the crossbar and shouted impatiently, "don't you see such a long line behind?"

In addition to nangongjin's motorcade, dozens of carts were blocked, and the scene was very chaotic.

The drivers were noisy, but no one dared to quarrel with Bangor county people easily.

"Shit! What I just said, are you deaf? The price has increased today, 500 per car!"

A driver, holding 300 yuan in his hand, looked stunned and then angrily said, "are you a robber? The price starts from sitting on the ground? You drive this road? I can't stand you for a long time, I..."

Bang!

The noisy driver was swung on his head with a stick. He immediately bled and fell to the ground with a scream.

"Shit! What are you calling for? Don't you see that this road has been washed away by the flood? Is it wrong that we collect money to do good things, to build roads and to let you pass smoothly?" The turban man stared with a natural look.

The crowd rescued the injured driver and confronted the passer-by angrily.

"Shit! You still beat people, don't you?"

"Is there any royal law?"

"I won't give you the money. What can you do?"

As soon as the passers-by saw this posture, they were not surprised but happy. One by one, they picked up wooden sticks and rushed into the crowd.

"To the shameless guys, call me!"

Bang bang!

The crowd turned into a pot of porridge in an instant.

The two little blacksmiths, as soon as they squeezed past, met each other and had a big fight. Their strong bodies crossed in front of them like iron towers.

"Stop!"

As soon as they roared, the stick fell down.

Bang bang!

The stick fell on the blacksmith and was immediately crushed.

The little blacksmith is now a top silver warrior, and then a gold warrior. He won't even frown in the face of the beating of these ordinary people.

The crowd was stunned.

The sudden appearance of a strong man startled the passer-by.

"You, what are you doing? You want to break through? Do you want to die? Do you know who we are?"

The two little blacksmiths, regardless of three, seven and twenty-one, went directly to kick over the bar, then pushed everyone away and waved back.

Ling Yu waved his big hand, and the motorcade quickly passed through the crowd. In many dull eyes, it rushed through the roadblock.

"Go!"

"Rush over!"

As soon as the truck drivers saw someone open the road, they became crazy. They immediately got on the bus and rushed past with the team.

More than a dozen Road blockers panicked, chased after them for a long time without results, and angrily called the leader of Bangor county.

Bangor county has a population of only 50000, but the county covers a large area, which makes the whole area seem vast, sparsely populated and desolate.

Most of the county are bungalows, and occasionally there are several small two-story buildings, which also belong to local snakes. They have great authority here.

In a courtyard similar to the village committee, several people sat together playing poker, the leader sat on the bench, others sat cross legged, surrounded by some soldiers with weapons, guarding the courtyard vigilantly.

Pop!

"Three two!"

"Shit, I lost again..." the leader on the bench scolded, threw down the card, took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Suddenly his eyes brightened, "Hey! These boys are back."

"Big brother! I've been making trouble every day recently. Those guys of Nanlong group must be mad?"

"Hum! This is a warning to them. How can it be so simple to gain a foothold in the western regions?"

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Just then, the sound of violently beating sandbags came from the back of the yard.

Subconsciously, everyone looked back at the past. A strong man two meters high was covered in dark clothes, with a cloak on his head.

In front of him hung a huge sandbag full of two people. I don't know what hard objects were in the sandbag, and there was no deformation in each punch.

Boom!

Every time the strong man punched, the sandbag shook violently into the air, and then hit it heavily.

The crowd's eyelids jumped.

The leading brother shrunk his neck and said in a low voice, "master olan sent this monster to suppress the array. It's too small to make a big work, isn't it?"

"I've been practicing sandbags all day! Last time I tried, the sandbags were filled with iron..."

"It weighs thousands of kilograms."

"If this kind of fist power hits people, it won't directly break into pieces?"

"And he's invulnerable. It's like tickling when rockets hit him!"

"My God! It's a monster."

"I heard it's called black supreme?"

The leading brother made a silent gesture, "keep your voice down and don't let the monster hear. He doesn't distinguish between us and the enemy."

"Only this can control him!"

Then the leading brother took out a small bottle and whispered, "this spice can control him, but the quantity is limited. It can be used twice at most. It can't be used as a last resort."

The black Supreme Master hit the sandbag more than ten times, then stopped his action and stopped rigidly in place.

"Elder brother, where did this thing come from? It feels terrible."

They talked about the black supreme and talked about it when they were free.