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Chapter 168 Tang Luo's Shot(1/2)

As Tang Luo finished speaking, the young man showed a hideous smile and raised his hand to smash the bottle in his hand at An Lan.

Bang!

Before the young man could smash the bottle, Tang Luo's right hand was fastened on his wrist like lightning.

The young man's face changed and he struggled hard.

But what surprised him was that this hand was like a pair of iron pliers, tightly pressing it, and he couldn't struggle at all!

The next second, a huge pain came from his wrist, and he could even clearly hear the sound of his wrist bone making a "click, click, click".

"Go away!"

Tang Luo shouted lightly, and he clamped the young man's right hand with a sudden force, and threw it away hard, slamming it heavily on the table next to him.

Bang!

The table flipped over and the young man fell to the ground.

From Tang Luo's reminder to the young man falling to the ground, the whole process was just a few breaths. Even before An Lan and others could react, it was almost over!

"Come here!"

An Lan and others finally reacted, and Sister Chen shouted at the top of her throat.

The bodyguards not far away also rushed towards the young man who was falling.

"Damn it!"

The young man got up from the ground, looked down at his swollen wrists, and then looked at Tang Luo with fear, turned around and was about to run away.

Bang bang bang bang.

Three big and thick bodyguards surrounded them and started fighting with the young man.

"Tang Luo, are you okay?"

An Lan looked at Tang Luo and asked with concern.

"Haha, I'm fine."

Tang Luo smiled, glanced at the four people fighting, and finally looked at the wine bottle that fell next to him.

He stepped forward and picked up the bottle, smelled it, and a pungent smell came.

Immediately afterwards, he frowned: "Sulphuric acid?!"

Hearing Tang Luo's words, An Lan's face changed drastically, sulfuric acid?

"What? Sulfuric acid?"

Sister Chen's face also changed. What kind of hatred does this mean that she would pour sulfuric acid on An Lan?

This is going to destroy An Lan!

"Yeah, it's sulfuric acid."

Tang Luo nodded, looking at the young man who was still fighting, his eyes were a little cold.

An Lan's body trembled. She couldn't imagine what would happen if the bottle of sulfuric acid was poured on her just now!

If it splashes on her face, then she...

She couldn't think about it anymore, it was so terrible!

"Don't be afraid, no one can hurt you with me."

Tang Luo looked at An Lan's trembling look and felt a little distressed. He took her hand and comforted her.

Feeling the temperature coming from her hands, An Lan's fear gradually disappeared, and a sense of incomprehensible sense of security calmed her down.

Last time, Zhou Dafa caught her and asked the strong woman to fuck her, but Tang Luo saved her.

This time, someone poured sulfuric acid on her body, and Tang Luo saved her again.

That night, my aunt came to her, and she was in great pain, and Tang Luo relieved her pain.

By this calculation, she already owe Tang Luo three lives!

Or, it was Tang Luo who gave her a new life.

Especially when she heard Tang Luo say, "Don't be afraid, no one can hurt you with me," she felt a little strange.

There was a little more gentleness in her eyes when she looked at Tang Luo.

"He is going to run! Come on! Security?!"

When Sister Chen saw that the three bodyguards were not young opponents and two of them had already fallen to the ground, her face changed again and she shouted loudly.

"An Lan, I'll go and deal with him."

Tang Luo patted An Lan's little hand and said to her.

"Well, then be careful."

An Lan nodded and said with concern.

"Haha, I get it."

Tang Luo smiled, he did not take the young man into consideration.

"Don't...kill."

An Lan thought for a while and then said in a low voice.

"No, how could I kill someone in public?"

Tang Luo was so amused and crying. Did this girl treat him as a murderer?

"Um."

An Lan was relieved.

At this moment, the young man knocked down the third bodyguard and turned around and was about to run away.

"I want to run away? I have to ask if I agree or not!"

Tang Luo sneered, picked up the red wine bottle on the table and smashed it at the young man's back.

Hearing the howling sound behind him, the young man rushed to the side without thinking.

Bang.

The red wine bottle hit the pillar and the glass splattered everywhere.

Almost at the same time, Tang Luo moved.

He was like a cheetah in the jungle, with his legs suddenly exerting force and heading straight for the young man.

It was too late to wait until the young man escaped the bottle and wanted to run away again.

"This is what you forced me!"

Seeing that the young man could not run away, he shouted and picked up the knife on the table next to him.

"Pussy you? What's wrong with you?"

Tang Luo mocked him and punched him out.

"Go to die!"

The young man had murderous intent on his face and stabbed Tang Luo in his hand at the heart.

"Ah! Tang Luo be careful!"

Although An Lan knew that Tang Luo should be very powerful, she couldn't help but scream as she looked at the young man's movements.

Sister Chen and Zhou Qian were also nervous. I wonder which of the two is better?

Tang Luo is a bodyguard, but the young man has already knocked down three bodyguards!

“Too slow!”

Tang Luo looked at the knife stabbed by the young man, shook his head, and then the fist that was blasted out turned into a scissors hand.

Immediately afterwards, his index finger and middle finger were joined together, firmly clamping the knife stabbed by the young man.

The young man's face changed wildly. How could this be possible?

"die!"

The next second, the young man yelled and wanted to stab forward with force.

But what shocked him was that he found that no matter how hard he tried, the knife in his hand could not penetrate, not even a centimeter!

Not only the young people were stunned, but even the people around them were stunned.

What kind of fucking skill is this?

Do you need to be so exaggerated?

Two fingers clamp the knife?

How much effort does this take?
To be continued...
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