The City's Invincible Soldier King

This blade is so powerful, it's f * cking fierce!

In less than ten minutes, the skinny man hurried over with three middle-aged men.

"Take a closer look and distinguish carefully."

"Yes, Chigol."

The three men also went to stand behind Long Lin and Pointy. After some detailed identification, the three of them walked up to the skinny man, and one of them said with certainty, "Chigol, they are the ones who stole the valuable items from Zhao Dong's carriage."

"Are you sure it was them?"

"I'm sure." The other two said in unison.

This sort of method, how could it be just 100 points? They should be given 100 full points each.

"Brat, you're quite daring." The Chigol twisted his neck, releasing the sound of bones rubbing against each other, he said coldly, "You destroyed Zhao Dong's car, stole all of the valuable items, and injured so many of our staff, smashing dozens of luxury car, you actually dare to turn your head and blackmail our Zhao Dong."

"It's just that you didn't expect it even in your dreams, right? The things you blackmailed about our Zhao Dong were originally our Zhao Dong's possessions. Kid, do you have anything else to say?"

"Aren't these guys about to lie down?" Long Lin pointed to the security guards neatly standing behind Chigol and asked with a smile.

Zhao Deyi finally spoke out again, "Five hundred thousand each."

Including the suited man who had ran over to call for help, the twelve of them immediately scattered like birds and laid in front of the windscreen that was destroyed. Chigol passed the wrench in his hand to the man behind him.

The man walked away and waved his wrench at the security guard who was laying on the luxury car's money.

"Crunch."

"Ahh …"

The sound of bones breaking and mournful howls came out at the same time, causing Long Lin to silently float up to the surface with an ice-cold expression.

He had nothing to say to this.

From this, it could be seen that these security guards were not good people either, and had done many bad things for Zhao Deyi.

Under Long Lin's ice-cold gaze, the man walked past each of the security guards one by one.

If it wasn't a broken hand, it was a broken leg.

In just a short moment, the man had broken the hands and feet of twelve security guards. He took large strides forward and threw the wrench out of the broken window into the back seat.

After doing all this, the man finally walked back to the Chigol.

"Kid, do you have anything else to say?" Chigol asked coldly.

Long Lin looked at Chigol and laughed, "There's no more."

"Take down these two daring thieves and wait for the policemen to arrive." Chigol shouted.

"Yes."

The three people behind Chigol rushed over like lightning, the two of them pouncing towards Long Lin and the one of them pouncing towards mint.

"Halt." Long Lin's figure flashed, he stood in front of Pu Zi, and said coldly: "If anyone dares to take another step, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Take him down." Zhao Deyi also shouted in anger.

The three of them suddenly opened up their bodies and pounced towards Long Lin.

"You're courting death."

Long Lin did not hold back anymore, and rushed out like lightning.

"F * ck off."

His right foot shot out like lightning.

Without waiting for the three people to react, Long Lin's right leg had already heavily kicked one of the three people's legs.

"Ahh …"

A painful howl shook the entire parking lot, while at the same time, Long Lin's hands shot out like lightning, and grabbed onto the hair of the other two people.

"Bam."

A loud and heavy explosion suddenly sounded. Under the cold gazes of Zhao Deyi and Chigol, the two of them had their temples heavily pressed together. They immediately closed their eyes and fainted.

Long Lin spread out his hands and blew forcefully.

The black hair on his hands fluttered down, causing Chigol's expression to become even more unsightly.

Top master!

The Chigol nodded at Zhao Deyi. Zhao Deyi slowly retreated until he reached the front of the carriage before stopping.

"Make your move." Long Lin looked at Chigol, and said disdainfully, "Let me see how powerful this wolfdog of yours is."

"You're courting death."

Chigol took off his suit and unbuttoned his shirt. He took off his clean white shirt and threw it on the car seat beside him.

Chigol stretched his muscles a bit. His strong muscles seemed to have come to life as his chest and arms swelled up and his bones creaked.

"Yo, you're still an action star?" "He likes muscular men the most. If you can defeat him, he will be yours."

Chigol ignored the mint, and his face turned cold.

"Let's do it." Long Lin looked at Chigol's knee joint and said disdainfully, "If I attack, you won't have the chance."

"Arrogant."

Chigol was finally angry and fiercely rushed over.

Chigol rushed to a spot half a meter away from Long Lin, and quickly turned around and gave him a roundhouse kick.

The height that he jumped, the strength and speed of his attacks were all in place. If this guy didn't become someone's bodyguard and went to participate in the Olympics, it was hard to say if he could get the country a medal.

Such skill, in the ordinary world, would indeed be able to instantly kill the vast majority of people, including the leader of the security guards who was as tall and sturdy as a cow.

This killing move had been tested many times.

Zhao Deyi who was watching the fight seemed to have seen the outcome of Long Lin being kicked.

"Whap."

A clear and loud sound suddenly came out, Long Lin's right hand suddenly blocked in front of his temple, and fiercely clashed with Chigol's right foot.

But the result was not what Zhao Deyi had expected. Not only was Long Lin not killed, he was grabbed onto Chigol's ankle tightly.

"The aim is not bad and the strength is not bad."

Long Lin evaluated like a coach to his students, "It's just that the speed is a bit slow. Also, in actual combat, leaving the ground hastily is a big taboo."

As he spoke, Long Lin suddenly exerted his strength, as though he was using Chigol as an iron rod, and heavily smashed towards the head of the Audi beside him.

"Bam."

In the midst of the dull sound, Chigol was heavily smashed by Long Lin onto the Audi s' cover.

"Pfft …"

Amidst the sharp alarm coming from the Audi, Chigol spat out a mouthful of blood.

"So it's a silver pewter spearhead. It even caused my heart to linger for two seconds." Pointy walked over to Chigol and bent down, taunting his mercilessly, "If I were to meet you, a piece of trash like you won't even last five seconds."

"Pfft …"

The anxious and angry Chigol spat out another mouthful of blood, then he closed his eyes and fainted.

Long Lin didn't feel anything about this, but Zhao Deyi couldn't help but float up to his face filled with helplessness.

This kid was good at everything, except he had once been in a car accident that wasn't too bad, but rather a very miserable one.

At that time, this kid was just a Taekwondo coach, riding an electric car to and from work. In a small car accident, the electric car was accidentally knocked over by someone and accidentally hit his balls.

However, the tragedy was that one of the Eggy was crushed. From then on, the Chigol turned from a double egg into a single egg male.

With one less Eggy, Chigol's personality underwent a drastic change. He basically lost interest in women, focusing all of his energy on training his body and Taekwondo to prove that he was a real man.

Chigol's Taekwondo level had advanced by leaps and bounds, but unfortunately, he was unable to regain his former glory after all. He was truly a silver pewter spearhead.

This sword was made up for it!

So f * cking ruthless.

He struck the sore spot on Chigol's body crookedly, causing his most capable fighter to faint from the anger.