The City's Invincible Soldier King

Four blades, four broken limbs.

The people in charge of the three great formations finally learnt their lesson. No one dared to speak up.

"Come and sit." Long Lin looked at the three of them and laughed coldly, "If I want to kill you, even if you have submachine guns, I can easily kill all of you, and even the entire red snake."

The people in charge of the three great formations looked at each other, then slowly walked over, their faces full of vigilance.

"Sit down."

Long Lin picked up the dirty rag and stuffed it into Nie Xinghua's mouth, piercing through his four limbs. Nie Xinghua who could not move at all was thrown onto the sofa, expressionlessly playing with the dagger.

"Long Lin, what exactly do you want?" One of the people in charge of the square formation stared at Long Lin and forced himself to smell it.

"I want to ask you to play a game with me." Long Lin smiled and said, "The name of the game is' snatching answers from questions, 'I think you all have played this before right?"

Looking at Nie Xinghua who was drenched in blood, whose face was as pale as paper, the three of them did not dare to speak up.

Long Lin continued to speak with a smile, "The rules of the game are like this. The person who answers fastest will be safe and the person who answers slowest will have one finger missing, and the person who answers second fastest will be the one to execute the rules."

One of the people in charge suddenly stood up, pointed his index finger at Long Lin's nose and bellowed, "You …"

"Ah... "Ugh …"

Fast!

It was too fast!

Before the three of them could clearly see what had happened, they heard an extremely short, painful howl. Then, they saw that Long Lin was already tightly grabbing onto the person in charge of the square formation's throat, and had even dropped his index finger on the tea table.

"Did I let you speak?" With a cold shout, Long Lin suddenly raised his dagger, and mercilessly stabbed it into the thigh of the person in charge of Fang Zhen.

The dagger was blood-red, and it penetrated his body.

Long Lin then took a cloth and covered the mouth of the person in charge of the square formation, and threw him onto the sofa.

Demon!

This was a demon from hell.

Although they had tortured and killed before, their viciousness couldn't even be compared to Long Lin's.

black astringent? It was just a joke.

The faces of the remaining two people in charge of the square formation were filled with terror.

"Now, I've decided to change the rules of the game." Long Lin held onto the person in charge of the square formation who was wearing the clothes on his thigh and sneered, "I will ask, you guys answer. The one who answers slowly will cut off one of this idiot's fingers."

"Of course, if all of you are loyal enough and willing to accept this favor, you can also replace it with your own fingers. Once the game starts, the one who raises his hand first wins."

Long Lin smiled and stared at the two of them, after ten seconds, he suddenly asked: "What's one plus one?"

Instinctively, the two raised their right hands.

"Congratulations, you have obtained the right to reply. May I ask, what's one plus one?"

"Two."

"Correct." Long Lin passed the blood-drenched dagger to the person in charge of Fang Zhen and smiled, "One finger, yours is fine."

Fang Zhen subconsciously took the dagger, his face full of fear. "I …"

"I'll count to three. If you're still in a difficult situation, I'll cut off five of your fingers with my own hands." Long Lin said in an ice-cold voice, "Three."

"Two."

"Old Zhou, sorry for offending you."

In the face of crisis, his character was self-evident.

Without waiting for Long Lin to shout out the word "one", the person in charge of Fang Yuan who had lost the competition pressed down hard on Old Zhou's wrist and mercilessly cut off his right thumb.

"Woo …"

Old Zhou screamed out in pain once again. He struggled with all of his might, but he was completely trampled down by Long Lin.

Nie Xinghua couldn't help but let out a "wuu wuu" sound as well, but he was still so pale and powerless.

"President Nie, why are you so agitated?" Long Lin slapped Nie Xinghua's face, and said disdainfully, "The good show has only just begun."

"What are the letters after A in the English alphabet?" Long Lin suddenly asked.

The two heads of the square formation once again raised their right hands, but this time, the one in charge of the square formation, who had already lost a match, got the upper hand.

"Go ahead." Long Lin stared at the person in charge of Fang Zhen and smiled.

"B."

"Congratulations, your answer is correct."

Long Lin then handed the dagger to the person in charge of the square formation who was half a beat slower, and smiled and said, "Please."

"Old Zhou, sorry for offending you."

This time, without even needing Long Lin to count to three, the person in charge of Fang Zhen had firmly pressed down on Old Zhou's wrist, and mercilessly cut off his right middle finger.

"Woo woo …"

The unlucky Old Zhou cried out in pain once again, before closing his eyes and fainting.

"Woo woo …"

Nie Xinghua was also screaming nonstop.

Long Lin immediately ignored the two of them, and asked suddenly: "What is the surname of the musician Nie Er?"

The two of them answered once again.

This time, it was the losers from the previous match who managed to turn the tide and obtain the right to answer.

"Go ahead."

Long Lin was still smiling, while the two people in charge of the square formation had already broken down, no longer having any intention of resisting.

"Nie."

"Correct." Long Lin smiled as he handed the blood red dagger over to the loser.

"Woo woo …"

The pain of his ten fingers being linked to his heart and his ring finger being cut off caused the unlucky guy to wake up again, but he quickly lost consciousness.

"The fourth question." Long Lin was still smiling, and his tone had become even more gentle, "Excuse me, what is the second word to revive the China?"

They raised their hands again.

As expected, human potential was limitless. The result was still a play that turned a defeat into a victory.

"Happy." Without waiting for Long Lin to ask a question, the person in charge of the winning side, Fang Zhen, answered without hesitation.

"Congratulations, you've already answered twice." Long Lin handed the dagger to the loser, and said slowly, "He successfully answered twice, and rewarded you with cutting your finger one more time."

Such a reward was unheard-of.

Besides, where would the loser get the reward?

The loser wanted to vomit.

Although logic was useless, under Long Lin's smiling gaze, the loser could only pick up the dagger and cut off Old Zhou's right thumb and left thumb without hesitation. He was so numb that he forgot to say "Old Zhou, sorry for offending you".

"The fifth question, may I ask, in the ancient times, what was the name of the China? The first word is also Chinese. "

The two of them once again scrambled to raise their right hands, and this time, the person in charge of the square formation that had cut off two of Old Zhou's fingers was clearly a notch faster.

"Huaxia." The winner replied without hesitation.

Long Lin was still laughing, but this time, his smile was very cold.

Humans are despicable.

This so-called 'brother' was not worth a single cent.

Not only did this fellow not worry about Old Zhou losing an extra finger, he had even bitten him and made him do the same as she did, cutting off two of Old Zhou's fingers at the same time. This way, even if Nie Xinghua wanted to pursue this matter further, they would also face the consequences.

The good show had begun.

Long Lin smiled as he tossed the dagger to the loser. Without even needing him to open his mouth, the loser unhesitatingly cut off Old Zhou's left index finger and middle finger, while a trace of hatred quietly flashed across his eyes.

"Since there are only two useless ring fingers and a pinky finger left, why should I keep them?" Long Lin looked at the two of them, smiled gently, and said innocently, "Why not each take one, cut them both?"

Long Lin handed the dagger over to one of the people in charge of the square formation.

Without needing Long Lin to say anything, he cut off Old Zhou's ring finger without hesitation, and then took the initiative to hand the dagger to the person in charge of the square formation. The latter took the dagger, and mercilessly cut off Old Zhou's pinky.

"Woo woo …"

Old Zhou was awakened by the pain, but he quickly lost consciousness.

"One last question." Long Lin looked at Old Zhou, who did not have a single finger, and was bleeding profusely, and said while grinning, "If a finger is gone, then the rules of the game will be changed. This time's play method is like this: The winner will be the first, while the loser will be the third."

"Please listen to the questions. I asked a total of five questions. Please link the five answers together and speak out loud."

"Second B Nie Xinghua."

This time, the two of them didn't even need to raise their hands, and shouted in unison.

"Woo woo …"

Nie Xinghua, who was already unconscious on the edge of it, could no longer hold back.