The Cold President's Best Master

Zuo Xianghui pointed a gun at Lu Chong's head and thought proudly. After a few minutes, the horses he sent to kidnap stewardess Yan Yihuan will come down. At that time, Lu Chong will be tied up and get rid of his girlfriend and stewardess in front of him. It's the same as the plan just now, and there's no need to send out the brothers of the whole guild.

However, when he saw Lu Chong smoking comfortably on his face, he had a strong illusion, as if he was not holding a gun at Lu Chong, but Lu Chong holding a gun at him!

Not only that, he also has a more inexplicable feeling. If he really shoots at Lu Chong, he may have no choice but to get Lu Chong. Once Lu Chong takes his pocket pistol with only one bullet, his doomsday is coming.

So he doesn't dare to shoot casually now!

Moreover, he doesn't want to shoot Lu Chong down like this. Recalling that Lu Chong beat him into this mummy, he wants to torture Lu Chong and double the pain caused by Lu Chong. He wants to get Lu Chong's girlfriend in front of Lu Chong, then break Lu Chong's limbs and execute him late, making his life worse than death!

Lu Chong smoked only the last bit of a cigarette, and then handed the cigarette to Zuo Xianghui: "take a sip! I'm afraid I won't have a chance to smoke in the future!"

Zuo Xianghui was very stunned. Is this bastard mentally ill? It's clear that you have no chance to smoke again in the future. Why do you still say to me, which of us has no fucking chance to smoke? Where the hell did the boy jump out? Why don't you understand at all? Shouldn't it be time for you to kneel down and beg for mercy? You're fucking forcing me to smoke here!

Angered by Lu Chong's relaxed and leisurely manner, he pointed the pistol at Lu Chong's head: "you fucking see clearly. Now it's me holding the gun against your head, not you pointing the gun at my head. You fucking pay attention to me!"

Lu Chong smiled and smiled happily.

Zuo Xianghui couldn't help scolding angrily: "what the fuck are you laughing at? You're holding your life in my hand now. You're still in the mood to laugh. You're crying for me!"

Lu Chong said with a smile, "I think of Maitreya Buddha. The big belly can accommodate the things that are difficult to tolerate in the world. I always laugh at the ridiculous people in the world."

Zuo Xianghui angrily scolded, "what the fuck do you mean, I'm a ridiculous person? Tell me the fuck!"

At this time, Lu Chong suddenly shot. He shifted his head a little, then grabbed the muzzle of Zuo Xianghui's pistol, aimed it at the center of his eyebrows, and shouted, "come on, shoot! Just shoot at this place, one shot in the head, and it's done!"

Zuo Xianghui hesitated. He had never seen such a person who wanted to die. Could it be that the goods have some tricks waiting for him? He must calm down!

Lu Chong's face showed a contemptuous smile: "don't even dare to open a gun. Are you so afraid of me?"

Zuo Xianghui saw the disdainful smile on Lu Chong's face and immediately became angry: "grass, you dare to look down on me. Since you fucking want to die now, I'll fucking complete you now!" he was about to pull the trigger.

Just then, his right hand, which was about to pull the trigger, was suddenly caught!

Someone will do this now. It must be Lu Chong.

Zuo Xianghui was surprised. He didn't expect Lu Chong's action to be so fast that he came first and controlled the pistol faster than him.

He knew that if the pistol was snatched by Lu Chong, he would be dead now. His fingers pressed down with sucking strength and wanted to pull the trigger, but Lu Chong's hand was like a cast-in-steel manipulator. He controlled his hand and couldn't move at all!

"I warn you, don't point a gun at my head. I hate people pointing a gun at my head in my life! People used to point a gun at my head, but now they are dead!" Lu said coldly, and the slender white and tender hand was as strong as a pianist's hand.

Only the sound of clicking was heard. Zuo Xianghui's palm bone seemed to be stuck by big pliers and broke instantly. The original complete palm was instantly bloody and flesh blurred.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart. It's painful when one finger is broken, not to mention that the five fingers and the hand bones of the whole palm are crushed. The pain may be no worse than having a child. Zuo Xianghui's pain is unbearable, and an earth shaking scream will break out.

But when the scream was just brewing and sent out through the vocal cord, it had been held back, because Lu Chong hit his throat vocal cord with his hand like electricity and his palm like a knife.

It has to be said that Lu Chong's control of strength has reached the point of perfection. If he uses the hand knife to cut off the Lafite bottle to cut Zuo Xianghui's neck, Zuo Xianghui's head may have fallen to the ground.

But just as Zuo Xianghui thought, Lu Chong didn't want Zuo Xianghui to die so easily.

He cut Zuo Xianghui's neck with this knife. Zuo Xianghui's vocal cord immediately had a problem. He was very painful and couldn't help but want to howl, but his throat seemed to be broken. Even if he shouted and roared with all his strength, he couldn't make any sound.

At this time, Lu Chong threw away the cigarette in his hand, stretched out his hand and clenched Zuo Xianghui's two arms without much force. He broke with a click. Then, Lu Chong flew up two feet and kicked on Zuo Xianghui's two legs. Kabaca, Zuo Xianghui's two legs were also broken. Zuo Xianghui fell to the ground like a lump of mud.

Lu Chong picked up the samurai sword. The bright samurai sword drew a dazzling blade in the air and cut it down.

Zuo Xianghui thought he must have been beheaded by Lu Chong this time, and was so frightened that he closed his eyes.

But unexpectedly, when the knife came down, his neck didn't feel, but half of his shoulder didn't.

In this way, Lu Chong either cuts or stabs or cuts, completely using the samurai sword as a pig killing knife.

After a while, many wounds appeared on Zuo Xianghui's bloated body, all bleeding out.

Zuo Xianghui fainted with pain for dozens of times. Each time he fainted, he was awakened by the pain of another new wound, then fainted with pain, and then woke up with pain again and again. This happened dozens of times again and again.

Zuo Xianghui now has no hope of escape or life. He stares at Lu Chong: "can you fucking give me pleasure!"

"No!" Lu Chong said calmly: "You don't want to face my girlfriend in front of me, and then break all my limbs and put me to death, which will make my life worse than death! Right? I like to treat him in his own way. Seeing that you are so ugly, have such bad taste and don't have such a beautiful wife, this point is omitted. Now I break your limbs, and finally there is only one left A question, lingchi! "