The Cold President's Best Master

The four horsemen are not ordinary horsemen. They all love the samurai swords of the Oriental countries. They have specially learned swordsmanship and worked hard to cooperate. Over the years, the four of them have killed forty or fifty people for the family gang. They have never failed. This time, they are destined to encounter the first and last defeat in their life.

They thought that they must cut a match and completely failed. This sense of loss of cutting through the air with one knife has never existed since they graduated from the division.

To their horror, one of them was hit in the neck by the samurai sword in the other's hand, the main artery of the neck was cut off, and the blood rushed out like a water pump with a valve on, splashing the blood of several other horses!

Seeing that his companion was seen by another companion's samurai sword, half of his head hung down, his neck seemed to be broken, his blood soared like a fountain, and the other two horses trembled with fear.

The horse whose hand was controlled and killed his brother was even more pale and frightened!

They were still talking obscene about how to play with ah Yong's wife with beards. Ah Yong's wife is gorgeous, hot and open. They have been afraid of ah Yong for a long time. Now Zuo Xianghui has spoken. They all want to go back and get ah Yong's wife right away. As a result, one has been killed, And it was his own man who killed him with his own knife!

Lu Chong looked at these people with disdain: "I thought you had a lot of cattle to break. I'm afraid. It's too boring!"

No matter how powerful their Sabre skills are, these people are useless. Since they are the horse cubs of the community, they can't get rid of the commonness of this group, that is, bullying soft and afraid of hard. In the face of ordinary people, they are like wolves and tigers, very cruel and vicious, but once they meet people who are more cruel than them, they become soft eggs immediately!

The remaining three people's faces were covered with the blood sprayed on the man's neck just now. Each one looked ferocious and terrible, but their eyes betrayed them. Everyone was frightened. Originally, the cooperation of four people killed 40 or 50 people, and they never missed. Now one person died, and the remaining three people didn't know how to fight.

At this time, Lu Chong smiled coldly: "don't you guys like cutting people very much, and like Oriental Sabre technique very much? Now I'll show you the real Sabre technique!"

With that, he grabbed the samurai sword in the hand of the horse who was controlled by himself, and then a flash of lightning flashed across it.

A red line appeared on a horse's neck, and then the scarlet blood flowed out like tap water. It turned out that this knife cut the horse's neck lightly.

Then, the remaining two horses all covered their necks, because their necks were also cut by the bright samurai sword. They tried hard to stop the raging blood with their hands, but they couldn't stop it. Finally, they could only feel the loss of their short life in despair, and then die in extreme pain.

The only good thing is that before they died, they finally saw the real Sabre technique. It is the so-called world martial arts can only be broken quickly. Especially the sabre technique has been known when they draw the knife. Just like Guan Yu, the martial saint, killing Hua Xiong, Yan Liang and Wen Chou who were famous all over the world at that time is to cut off each other's head with one knife!

The blood from their necks sprayed on the ground and dyed the road red.

Seeing this scene, Zuo Xianghui was completely frightened. At this time, he was like a mortal who encountered the devil of hell, screaming in fear and running away.

However, he was frightened, his legs were weak and weak, and he couldn't run at all.

Lu Chong didn't run after him, but followed him slowly. It was like an ancient giant beast eating its own weak gift. It was just too boring to swallow it. It played the game of cat and mouse with him.

Lu Chong's footsteps were so light that he couldn't even catch up with the sound of insects around him. The decibels were very low, but Zuo Xianghui heard them very loud, very loud, as if it were a death knell ringing in his ear. Every step he took was like a death knell ringing in Zuo Xianghui's soul, which almost made him lose his soul!

Zuo Xianghui stepped with trembling and weak legs and kept retreating. He stumbled over a stone and fell all around.

This fall lost all his strength. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't move any more. He could only watch Lu rush closer and closer.

Zuo Xianghui looked at Lu Chong with great fear, trembling all over and trembling lips: "my brother is Zuo Xiangrong. You can't kill me. My brother can't spare you!"

Lu Chong smiled faintly: "at this time, don't say what Xiang Rong your brother is. Even if your father is Li Gang, he can't save you. If you want to blame your heart for being too insidious and obscene!"

Zuo Xianghui felt that death was ready to take him away at any time. He became more and more afraid and hurriedly said, "you... Don't kill me. I have a lot of money... Really a lot of money, a billion dollars. As long as you let me go, I can give you all this money!"

Lu Chong looked as if he believed it: "really, I've never seen so much money. I'm afraid it's going to fill a room. Now take me there. I'll let you go when I get the money..."

His manner changed from a cold, fierce and solemn manner to a relaxed state. The samurai sword in his hand also hung down, and he had to reach out to help Zuo Xianghui up.

At this time, Zuo Xianghui quietly came out of his sleeve with a small pistol. The pistol slipped to his right hand and aimed at Lu Chong.

Zuo Xianghui is determined. Now Lu Chong has relaxed his vigilance.

Therefore, Zuo Xianghui's frightened and flustered look on his face immediately disappeared, replaced by a successful smile. He got up from the ground and pointed his pocket pistol at Lu Chong's head: "ha ha, let you pretend to be a fool just now! No matter how good Kung Fu is, can you resist bullets, idiot!"

"It seems that I really underestimated you." Lu Chong smiled faintly. Although he said that, there was no regret or fear in his eyes, but more playful smile.

He reached for his pocket.

Zuo Xianghui thought Lu Chong was going to take out the gun, so he shouted, "don't move! If you fucking move again, I'll really shoot!"

"Don't panic, I'm the one smoking!" Lu Chong felt a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket.

Seeing that Lu Chong was really smoking in his hand, Zuo Xianghui was a little angry: "grass, you can smoke. I want you to have a good time before you die!"

Hearing Zuo Xianghui's words, Lu Chong smiled faintly, and a touch of contempt appeared at the corners of his mouth. He took one out of the cigarette box, put it in his mouth, lit it, and smoked comfortably, as if he was pointing a gun at others, not others pointing a gun at him.