Lazy Dog's face also turned green and white. Unexpectedly, these so-called elite men still couldn't stop this guy who picked up garbage. Fortunately, there was the last insurance, otherwise Lazy Dog would really have to die here today.

Already.

I can't help but look at this little trash who nominally makes a living by picking up garbage, but actually pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger to hide his deep abilities. There are really crouching tigers, hidden dragons in this world. Don't underestimate the people of the world.

How strong is a garbage picker? How many such people are hidden in the world? The lazy dog ​​doesn't dare to think about it anymore, but he just doesn't understand. Even if a person with good skills is a thug, he is better than a garbage collector.

, why did this garbage picker choose the latter? Is this the so-called keeping a low profile?

The little trash, who was already a little exhausted, was obviously a beat slower than before. In addition, the bandaged wound had cracked open due to the fight just now, and blood was constantly trickling, making his physical strength obviously weak, and he could not even react.

His sensitivity also dropped sharply, and he had been stabbed several times on his body.

But even so, he still had no intention of retreating, let alone even half a step back. Instead, he moved forward bravely. The Buddha blocked all Buddhas, and the gods blocked the gods. Fighting against the odds, the warrior is the hero.

Everyone was shocked by the ruthless iron-blooded killing of the little trash. In the face of death, no one could feel relieved. Fear of death is not a sign of cowardice, but an instinct of human nature.

Seeing that his subordinates all retreated in fear, the lazy dog ​​who threw away the cigarette butt stood up and shouted: "Don't be afraid, he can't hold on any longer, come to me all, kill him, whoever dares to retreat"

, I will kill his whole family."

The living ones cannot be left, but the dead ones are fine. This is the order he received to die. If you are alive, you must see people, and if you are dead, you must see corpses. Whether it is a human or a corpse, as long as it stays, this is the ultimate goal.

All this was within his expectation. It is said that two fists are no match for four hands. In addition, the previous garbage collector had been seriously injured. As long as he dared to come, even if he was Monkey King, he would not be able to escape from Tathagata Buddha.

Palm.

The big men who were about to retreat, after hearing the threatening words of the boss, all went crazy and rushed towards the little garbage again. Death is terrible, but it is better to die yourself than to involve the whole family in the funeral. The harm of both

Everyone knows the principle of taking the easy way out.

What's more, there is still a chance of survival if you work hard like this. If you kill this garbage collector, you will have all the power and money. If you are unfortunately killed, you can only blame yourself for your short life. Life is a gamble. If you win,

If you win, it's called success; if you lose, it's called failure.

Facing these people who were once again surrounding him, the little trash didn't show any fear. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, revealing a strange arc.

From the moment he walked in here, he had no intention of leaving alive. There was nothing to fear about death, but it was worth it to die in the right place to save his savior.

The little trash took a breath, regained his strength and swung his knife into the crowd. This time he had a death wish and gathered all the remaining strength in his body to kill all these people. As for his own safety, he did not care about it.

No matter what, we will all perish together.

Soon, there were many new wounds on his body, and the blood had stained his entire body red. His blood-red eyes proved that both sides were red-blooded and on the verge of death.

Seeing the sharp weapons in the hands of those big men falling on the little garbage, Uncle Garbage clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes kept releasing a cold light. If he didn't want the little garbage to regain his memory, he would have taken action long ago. With Qingfeng's sword,

As soon as Qingfeng comes out, corpses are piled up for hundreds of miles. Who can be invincible?

Aunt Junk and Dai Yuqing could no longer bear to watch the bloody scene. Women are always weak. No matter how strong they appear, they can never compare with men.

Perhaps at this moment, they truly realized how powerful, bloody, and crazy this usually indifferent little trash could be.

"All the men in the Qin family are indeed heroes." Aunt Junk sighed in her heart and turned to look at Uncle Junk. He had seen this man's strength before, and it was unparalleled in the world.

Unexpectedly, twenty years later, the Qin family would have another such figure, who was even worse than the unparalleled man before.

The lazy dog ​​standing in front showed a sinister smile, because he had already seen that the guy picking up garbage could hardly hold on anymore. Apart from wounds, there was blood all over his body. As long as he gave him the final blow, he would definitely die.

Just when Lazy Dog was thinking about it, a shadow appeared. This was the real trump card of this trap. The person who came was none other than Feng Ying, and behind him were more than twenty men in black. From the appearance of these men in black

Judging from their skills, speed, and consistent movements, these people have definitely undergone rigorous training, and their strength cannot be underestimated.

It can be seen that Lin Shao, who is the eldest son in Shanghai, is really angry this time, otherwise he would not send out these warriors who belong to the Lin family's own force.

As the overlord of the east coast area, the Lin family naturally has its own secret force that is unknown to the public. Otherwise, it would have been annexed by other forces long ago.

Since ancient times, force has been the foundation that supports everything. Regardless of the big family or force, it has its own force to support it, without exception.

Feng Ying, who arrived, did not take the opportunity to sneak attack Little Junk from behind. He believed that this would damage his reputation as the "number one bodyguard" of Zhongnanhai. What's more, the other party was already seriously injured and dying, so there was no need to do that. With his strength,

I am absolutely sure to kill this guy at this time.

"You all stand down."

Feng Ying called to stop the big men who were constantly besieging the little trash, looked straight at the little trash, and said: "You have been seriously injured and cannot escape. I advise you to just surrender! You can still live for a few more hours."

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"Heh..." said the little trash with a sneer; "Since I walked in here, I have no intention of leaving alive. It's just a daydream if you want me to be captured without mercy. If you have the ability, just come here!"

The corner of the little trash's mouth raised a wonderful arc. He was very plain, so plain that there was no ripple. Death was not as terrible as imagined. Perhaps he had already seen through life and death.

"Damn it, you stinky garbage picker is pretending to be a hero when you are about to die. Don't you want to save people? Let me see how you can save people." The scolded lazy dog ​​turned around and pounced on the garbage aunt and began to tear her apart.

clothes, continuing his unfinished wish just now.
Chapter completed!