The City's Invincible Soldier King

It really was just pine nuts!

San Pudaxiong, who saw pine nuts in the vomit, had completely gone mad.

"I'm going to kill you, ah …" San Pudaxiong grabbed the western knife and rushed towards Long Lin like a madman.

Looking at Chen Gefeng who was standing next to the inn's main door, the corner of Long Lin's mouth slowly curled into a cold smile. After that, he suddenly bent down, picked up Xi Wanting and sprinted towards the hotel's main entrance.

"Please don't!" Tie Qihe, who had not been humiliated and was still conscious, could not help but remind him in a loud voice.

However, the ashamed and angry San Pudaxiong was completely unable to listen to him.

"Die."

San Pudaxiong who had quickly caught up to Long Lin, suddenly raised his western knife and fiercely stabbed at Long Lin's back.

Sliding sideways, spinning.

Under the unblinking gazes of the crowd, Long Lin used an extremely beautiful dance action and easily dodged San Pudaxiong's crazy attack by hugging him and hiding behind his back.

But in a place where no one noticed, Xi Wanting's pointed heels had accurately pierced into San Pudaxiong's Hundred Insect Acupoint, causing her legs to instantly become weak.

At the same time, Long Lin used Xi Wanting's body to block the crowd's gaze. He suddenly extended his left hand and forcefully pushed San Pudaxiong right in the back.

San Pudaxiong's figure instantly became unbalanced and he fell towards Chen Gefeng.

Right at this moment, Long Lin's legs were limp, his body staggered, and he rushed forward shakily.

Long Lin perfectly attracted the crowd's attention, and at a place where no one was paying attention, Xi Wanting's shoes accurately hit San Pudaxiong's right elbow.

His body was colorless, and his wings were like a pair of phoenix wings.

Xi Wanting exerted hherstrength all of a sudden, and with a heavy stomp of her right leg, she gave San Pudaxiong a "perfect aid". San Pudaxiong's entire body crashed into Chen Gefeng's chest as the western knife in his hands fiercely stabbed towards Chen Gefeng's stomach.

Even if he didn't die, he would still be injured.

"Ahh …"

A painful howl suddenly sounded out, shocking everyone.

Under the disbelieving gaze of the crowd, the blunt blade pierced through the shirt, through the skin and flesh, and deeply into Chen Gefeng's stomach, leaving behind only half of the blade's body.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing his shirt red.

Everything seemed to take a long time, but in reality, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

The attack on the Hundred Bugs Acupoint exhausted San Pudaxiong's legs, so he directly knelt on the ground.

Under the urging of his instincts, San Pudaxiong tenaciously dragged the western knife along.

"Swish."

The sound of the blunt blade slicing through the stomach was faint but ear-piercing.

Under the dumbstruck gaze of the crowd, the western knife that was bearing the weight of San Pudaxiong's body quickly cut open the skin and flesh on Chen Gefeng's stomach, leaving behind a long, ferocious cut. Only then, did San Pudaxiong pull it out from Chen Gefeng's stomach due to angle.

"Ahh …"

A painful howl shook the entire hall, Chen Gefeng fell to the ground in pain, tightly holding onto his abdomen that was cut open.

Blood flowed from the gaps between his fingers like bloody springs.

It was shocking to the extreme.

"Ge Feng …"

Chen Jiansong rushed over, squatted beside his son and called out in panic.

"Surnamed Long, you've gone overboard, haven't you?" Chen Jiefang also walked over and stared at Long Lin, and said coldly.

Long Lin put Xi Wanting down, gently held onto her jade hand, and said with a cold smile. "Which eye of yours saw that I did it?"

"In this round, our Chen Clan will admit defeat." Chen Jiefang stared at Long Lin, and said slowly, "There's still a long way to go."

"Do you know what I hate the most?" Long Lin stared at Chen Jiefang and asked coldly.

"I'd like to hear more about it."

"Threatened." Long Lin said in a cold voice, "Also, take care of your darling grandson. If he dares to send more people to assassinate your father, he will have to bear the consequences."

Chen Jiefang said coldly, "Young man, don't think that you are invincible just because you have some skills."

"I can't be unrivalled in this world, but I'm sure of it, if I do make a fool of myself, I can slaughter your entire Chen family in one night, and not even chickens or dogs will be left." Long Lin stared at Chen Jiefang, and said word by word.

Long Lin's murderous words caused his expression to turn ugly.

"One last word of advice." Long Lin stared at Chen Jiefang, and said coldly: "Don't think that just because you have some smelly money that you are so amazing. When I was in the army, you have killed many rich people, and those that are richer than your Chen family, are also not the minority."

Even someone as intelligent as Chen Jiefang was frightened by the cold killing intent produced by Long Lin's explosion and retreated three steps before he managed to stabilize himself.

Long Lin withdrew his killing intent, looked coldly at Chen Jiefang, then held Xi Wanting's jade hand again, and walked towards the door as if there was no one around.

Chen Gefeng was already unconscious, but his blood was still flowing, dyeing the ground red, causing the crowd to see him.

San Pudaxiong stared fixedly at the western knife in his palm, completely dumbfounded.

"Ding."

The knife fell to the ground.

"It's not me, it's not me …"

San Pudaxiong, who had finally regained his senses, panicked and spoke incoherently.

In this regard, the crowd could only deeply feel speechless.

With so many people, with so many pairs of eyes, they could clearly see that you, San Pudaxiong, had turned angry from embarrassment.

In the end, the person was stabbed, but the person was stabbed the wrong way and also in the wrong place.

If Chen Gefeng is fine, then whatever, the Chen family will not hold you accountable for hurting others out of the blue.

If someone died, no matter how generous the Chen family was, they would never forgive a murderer like you.

"It's not me. It's not me, it's him. It's all because of him." San Pudaxiong pointed at Long Lin's back and roared at the top of his lungs.

In this regard, Long Lin was disdainful.

The saber and the black hand were unstoppable by ghosts and gods.

If he wasn't completely confident and couldn't get any leads, how could a dignified military saber do such a stupid thing as giving others an opportunity to do?

As for the revenge behind the scenes, the assassination attempt, what was there to fear?

Not to mention, under the continuous attacks, the Chen family didn't dare to act rashly in the short term.

The first two times he tried to find trouble, it was all dispelled by violence.

For the first time, the direct line of the Bai Clan was reasonably nailed to the table, causing the Bai Clan and the rest of the people to lose their lives.

The second time, San Pudaxiong failed to hurt his allies.

Long Lin's methods, caused Tie Qihe and the others to involuntarily feel a bone-piercing coldness.

"Brother, give up." Tie Qianting took the chance and advised, "Don't fight with him head on."

Tie Qihe said with unwillingness in his heart, "I can't accept this."

"Brother, you misunderstood me." Tie Qianting said seriously, "I am not asking you to give up on your fight with the cauldron, but to fight openly and openly, and defeat the Xi Family in the market, and not use some underhanded method that you cannot hide the truth from others."

Tie Qihe laughed bitterly, "Is there any difference? I can see that with this kid here, life won't be easy for the Iron family. Even if they win fair and square, they won't be able to take this kid's brunt. "

"Brother, you're wrong." Tie Qianting stared at Tie Qihe with a face full of certainty, "He is a proud person, if the Iron family were to openly fight for him, he would definitely not do anything evil."

Tie Qihe asked with some disbelief, "Are you sure?"

"He has his pride and his bottom line." Tie Qianting stared at Long Lin's back and said slowly.

At this moment, an arrogant laughter was suddenly heard in the reception hall.

"The Yanjing is a good place. The beauty of the China is really passionate."

The crowd instinctively turned their heads to look at the entrance of the inn.

A white skinned man with a robust body, under the escort of two black man who were as tall and sturdy as oxen, casually walked into the hotel.

He was holding a thick cigar in his hand, a golden chain that was used to tie dogs, and a huge, eye-catching diamond ring on his finger.

Not just upstart?

This was the fighter of the nouveau riche.

This is the dignified Hermes, the North American Financial Emperor?

All of a sudden, the three views of the crowd were completely destroyed as they looked dumbstruck at Hermes who was exhaling smoke in a vulgar manner.