Looking at Wu Jinchuan and those fans, Lu Bing's expression suddenly twitched, and he even laughed.
Then, he suddenly grasped the handle of the Xiuchun knife he was holding, and drew the knife out of its sheath. The blade drew a semicircle from the bottom to the top, and easily swept across the throat of a fan who was in front of Wu Jinchuan, and then stood there. Before the scabbard on the ground was tilted, the knife was inserted into the scabbard.
All this is slow to talk about, but in fact it is just between electric light and flint. The Fanzi released the waist knife in his hand, covered his throat, and slowly fell to his knees, the blood that could not be covered gushing through his fingers and splashed on the ground. The cut trachea prevented him from inhaling oxygen. He opened his mouth wide, trying to swallow the air, as if he was about to speak, but in the end he couldn't make any sound other than grunting and knelt under Lu Bing's feet.
Lu Bing took a step away indifferently, revealing Xue Yang, who was being supported by someone behind him, and letting the man kneel to face Xue Yang, as if apologizing.
At this time, everyone reacted—the rest of Fanzi and Wu Jinchuan quickly pulled out their waist knives, bowed slightly and stared at Lu Bing vigilantly.
Zhu Liu sneered and pulled out the Xiuchun knife and stepped over to Lu Bing.
The blood of the dead Fanzi flowed down the ground to the bottom of Zhu Liu’s boots and slowly seeped in. Zhu Liu looked down, smiled, raised his foot, and rubbed the sole of the shoe on the corpse’s hair to remove the blood stains. .
At this time, the other Jin Yiwei also reacted, with all kinds of expressions and expressions. Just now, he retreated farther in silence, and hesitated at the panic that Dongchang had flattered. And the few Jin Yiwei who dared to be angry, drew their swords and took a step forward, embracing Lu Bing in the middle.
Wu Jinchuan's eyebrows became colder and colder. He winked at Wu Jinjiang. After Wu Jinjiang saw it, he glanced at Lu Bing in a flustered manner. Lu Bing seemed to look at Wu Jinchuan with a smile and squinted at Wu Jinchuan without paying attention to himself. Exit the crowd and leave the courtyard.
Wu Jinchuan Yu Guang saw that Wu Jinjiang seemed to have succeeded in leaving quietly, and he sighed inwardly, then raised his head and asked Lu Bing bitterly, "Why does Lord Lu mean this?" Lu Bing smiled slightly, and said calmly, "Oh... I just want you to know that if I want to protect someone, no one has the right to let me grind his lips."
Wu Jinchuan squeezed his fists and snorted angrily: "Master Lu wants to tell me this. You don't need to kill, right? I know that you are the old minister of Xingdi, but you can't kill the people of Dongchang wantonly? Let's Chen Du. The Lord can be regarded as your old knowledge, and you don’t give any face at all.. I’m afraid you can’t justify where the emperor is.” Lu Bing continued to laugh, “Oh.. Are you using Chen Hong to press me? But... "
Lu Bing smiled sharply, staring at Wu Jinchuan gloomily, and continued: "You are not Chen Hong, and I don't have to show him any face... You come to me to show his brand, I'm afraid it's the wrong place. "
Lu Bing raised his head and stepped forward, raising his eyebrows and glaring. Every time he said one, he dragged the Xiuchun knife to step forward: "First, if you arrest me, if you don’t notify me in advance, it just doesn’t give me face. No need to give you face as a dog slave. Second, even if Xue Yang is guilty, you are not allowed to torture privately. Even if it is torture privately, you should remove his flying fish uniform first. If you dare to destroy the flying fish uniform, you are guilty. I killed you. You deserve it too..." Although everyone in the East Factory dared to face him with their blades, they didn't dare to be presumptuous, and they had to keep going backwards: "Third, dare to use the knife on my site several times, just to provoke trouble! Humph, dare. Provoked by Jinyiwei’s thousands of households, I have the right to take you down. Those who dare to resist..."
Speaking of this, Lu Bing's figure flashed to let the fan who was in front of Wu Jinchuan came to Wu Jinchuan, looked at him condescendingly, and shouted: "Kill it!"
Hearing this, Wu Jinchuan's face was earth-colored, his waist was nestled, as if he wanted to hide, but there was nowhere to hide, and many Dongchang fans were dripping in cold sweat, pointing to the ground and daring not to raise their heads.
Looking at the imposing Lu Bing, Zhu Liu excitedly raised his knife and pointed at the people in the East Factory to take a step forward and shouted, "Stop it!"
The few Jinyi guards who had just hugged Lu Bing followed one step forward, raising their swords and shouting, "Kill it!"
Those Jinyi guards who were still hesitating just now seemed to be firm, and chanted, "Killing!!!!"
Suddenly, the sound of "choking" withdrawing knives continued to sound, becoming denser and denser, and it seemed to condense into one sound!
"Don't worry about killing!"
"Don't worry about killing!!"
"Don't talk about killing!!!"
I saw Jin Yiwei in the courtyard almost all pulled out their knives and pointed them at the people in the East Factory, shouting: "Kill it!"
Jin Yiwei's blood that has been suppressed by the East Factory for a hundred years seems to be resurrected at this moment! It's boiling! ! Burned! ! !
At the beginning of the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the deterrent "Jinyi Pro-army Commander" seemed to reappear in this small courtyard!
Many Jin Yiwei are excited and hard to suppress. As Jin Yiwei, which one did not grow up listening to the sigh of Hongwu Jinyiwei and Yongle Jinyiwei's prestige? Who didn't watch his father being bullied by Dongchang and then suppressed by Dongchang? Who doesn't want to step on the head of Dongchang majesticly, and when he is no longer patrolling the street, he will see Dongchang's fan and hide away? But Jin Yiwei's greatest commander did not dare to resist the Dongchang factory, so what can the people below? Now there is a boss who dares to take the trouble and dare to step on the face of Dongchang... Fuck! Don't care about it! Let's talk about it first! At this time, even Xue Yang, who was seriously injured on the ground, responded with a hoarse roar!
"Kill no matter what!" "No matter how much you kill!" "No matter what you kill!" "No matter what you kill!" ..
"Dang Cang!" There was a sound of metal, and the waist knife in the hands of a Dongchang fan fell to the ground without realizing it. He knelt down and shivered. When other fans saw this scene, they also threw away their knives one after another, knelt down on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
When Lu Bing heard the shouts around him, the corners of his mouth twitched quickly and disappeared in an instant. He shook his head slightly, swept the surroundings with the rest of his eyes, and took note of the remaining Jinyiwei who flinched in the crowd without drawing their swords, and then contemptuously nodded the Dongchang fans who were kneeling on the ground with their jaws. , Sneered:
"Take it down!"