In the box on the twelfth floor of the Imperial Club.
"Lin Qingqing, as long as you get from Master Ma, the orphanage will be settled naturally." A Ma Zai persuaded from the side.
Lin Qingqing just stared at Young Master Ma without speaking. Aunt Ye Xin has raised herself for more than ten years. The orphanage is her life's painstaking effort. Even if she pays a high price, she must help her keep it. Not to mention her body, it is her life. Lin Qingqing also had no complaints.
"You all go out!" a fat man said to the Ma Tsai below. This person is Ma Shirong, the young master of the Ma family of the Danfeng Group. He stared at Lin Qingqing's chest one after another with squinting eyes, as if he was seeing meat all at once. Wild wolf.
Seeing that the horses were all out, Ma Shirong put a bottle of whiskey that had just been opened in front of Lin Qingqing and said, "Drink it."
Seeing Ma Shirong looking at her chest like a beast, Lin Qingqing's eyes were full of anger, but she still raised the bottle and poured the spirits into her throat. The alcohol stimulated her throat and respiratory tract. I don't know it was because of alcohol. With helpless despair in his heart, tears slipped from his cheeks.
After a bottle of wine, Lin Qingqing's consciousness began to blur, and her whole body began to burn, and the pain in her lower body was unbearable, as if a stick was constantly inserted into her body, causing her entire intestines to roll, and her mouth kept vomiting out. Can't tell whether it is alcohol or saliva, Lin Qingqing struggles, but her strength seems to be exhausted, even the most basic raising of her hand is so difficult...
I don’t know if the Ma family’s young master was too imaginary, or Lin Qingqing’s vomiting made him nauseous. He surrendered in just a few minutes. Looking at the messy bloodstains on the sofa and the clothes torn by himself, Ma Shirong kicked Lin Qingqing away casually. The carcass way:
"Idiot, I just want to go to you, the orphanage, you think it can be settled with a'cannon', so naive, right?" He lifted his pants and walked out of the box.
Hearing Ma Shirong's words, Lin Qingqing finally couldn't help crying. She actually believed what a brute said, what kind of face does she have to meet people, and what face does she have to face Fu Tao, that childhood sweetheart? She struggled to smash the wine bottle just now, picked up the glass piece and scratched her wrist. The blood in her body found a breakthrough like rushing spring water, rushing out of her wrist, Lin Qingqing smiled quietly. Waiting for the blood to run out and wash away the taint just now!
At this time, Fu Tao had already arrived at the door of the Imperial Club.
"Sorry, sir, do you have a membership card?"
A security guard stretched out his hand to block Fu Tao's path. Fu Tao squeezed his wrist with his right hand into a claw, went under his armpit in a maneuver, broke his entire arm to his back, and shouted:
"This is my membership card, tell me where Ma Shirong is!" Fu Tao asked, pinching his wrist with his right hand and clasping his neck with his left hand.
"I don't know." At the first glance, this person was looking for trouble. Naturally, the security guard would not say, otherwise his job would be gone.
Seeing his stiff mouth, Fu Tao was furious. With his right hand secretly driving his inner strength, he directly crushed the security guard’s wrist. It hurt him so much that he yelled and hurriedly yelled: "Presidential box on the 12th floor."
Fu Tao pushed him away, turned around and rushed upstairs, leaving only the security guard holding his wrists and rolling on the ground and roaring. The other security attendants did not dare to stop him when he saw this situation, and let Xu Zhengyang rush in. Violence can often solve problems faster and more effectively.
The twelfth floor is close to you, but far away from Yin and Yang.
Qingqing, you must be fine, you must not. Fu Tao comforted himself like this, but the more comforted, the more flustered.
Finally reached the twelfth floor, just a few minutes, as if several centuries had passed, Fu Tao kicked open the door of the presidential box:
Broken clothes, wine bottles, blood all over the floor, and Lin Qingqing, who is not adult, this scene impacted Fu Tao's heart like a horror movie. He felt that his entire heart was broken into scum, the pain of loss. , Let him pierce the heart.
"no no··········"
Fu Tao rushed over and hugged Lin Qingqing in his arms, pinching the wound on her wrist with one hand and shouting:
"Qingqing, I'm here, I'm sorry, I'm here, don't die."
Lin Qingqing in her arms has long lost her breath, and the temperature of her body has gradually faded. She is already dead. With humiliation and regret, he didn't even see the beloved big boy for the last time. If there is reincarnation, the next life will never be separated from the big boy in front of him.
Feeling the coldness of the corpse, Fu Tao's heart turned into a sea of flames, and his anger rushed into the blue veins all over his body. He pulled off a curtain to cover the blue, and slapped a palm on the coffee table in the private room, and directly patted the glass coffee table. Must be smashed, vomiting viciously between the teeth:
"Ma Shirong, I killed you."
At this time, the twelfth floor has been surrounded by Ma’s security guards and Ma Tsai. There are as many as a hundred people. These people are standing outside the door as if they are watching a circus. Every face is so ugly. The more Fu Tao looked at it, the more irritated he became, and the heavier his killing intent.
"Then start with you!"
At this moment, Fu Tao is an injured wild wolf. He has brought his brutality and violence to the extreme. He swiped his feet and reached the door. A hand knife slashed directly at the neck of the security guard standing at the door. When he reacted, the bones and blood vessels of the entire neck The trachea was all cut off with a single knife, leaving only a layer of skin to be connected, and his blood-red eyes fell to the ground, so he couldn't die anymore.
When other security guards saw that, they took out the electric baton and pressed it to a creak. The horses also took out the machete from behind, and were eager to try it.
Braving the blue electric baton and the shining blades slammed in like hail, Fu Tao's heart at this time only has anger and revenge, regardless of the tingling of the electric current and the sharpness of the blade. Don't let the heavenly palm face the electric current and the cutting edge. At this time, the weapons that the security guard and Ma Tsai are proud of are either broken into parts or distorted. Fu Tao's hands and body are covered with large and small wounds. Blood soaks through his clothes and runs along his fingers. Tick to tick to tick to tick, the whole became a blood man.
Where did these security guards and Ma Zai have seen such a situation, and they retreated one after another. Seeing them slowly moving backward, Fu Tao shouted angrily.
"You all have to die."
Fu Tao moved his inner strength and shot at those people desperately. Everyone who was shot immediately collapsed, forming five deep handprints. It is inevitable that the nerves and bones will be hurt, and there are some bad luck. He was shot directly at the key point and died suddenly. The shot shot on the head exploded like a watermelon, and was scattered all over the ground with red and white.
In just a few minutes, murderers, demons, gods of death, killing machines, this is the evaluation of Xu Zhengyang by everyone present.
Fu Tao came to a bastard who was holding his stomach and yelling on the ground. He saw that he was vomiting blood. It should be his spleen, which did not affect his language function. He slammed his shoulder to pieces, which hurt him. Adding to the injury, the pain caused him to become incontinent immediately, and a foul smell puffed his nose.
"Say, where is Ma Shirong?"
Seeing him not talking, just yelling, Fu Tao fiercely slammed his arm and began to step on it again and again. Every time he stepped down, there was a crisp sound of bone cracking. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore. , Stammered:
"In...in the top floor...office."
"Crack."
Fu Tao broke his neck directly, which would make him less guilty. Anything else lying on the ground that can crawl, kept leaning against the root of the wall, hoping to stay as far away from the demon as possible.
At this time, Ma Shirong had learned that someone was going to kill him for Lin Qingqing, but he appeared very calm, sitting in the office on the top floor and smoking a cigar leisurely. After enjoying the woman, the stimulation of tobacco seemed to be as wonderful as a fairy, right to kill. The arrival of one's own person doesn't care.
"boom."
The heavy solid wood door burst suddenly like being hit by a cannonball, and a large number of wood fragments shot into the house like a handle arrow feather, covering Ma Shirong.
Sitting on the chair, Ma Shirong was still smoking a cigar without any panic. Suddenly, a large sofa flew sideways, blocking the path of wood fragments. Those fragments were inserted into the sofa and lost power as the sofa fell.
I saw a thin old man with his hands like tiger claws, and he slammed over the ground and lifted the entire floor. Pieces of the floor flew straight to Xu Zhengyang at the door, and he jumped up like an ape. He jumped in front of Ma Shirong, protected him behind him, opened his horse and stood his claws in an attack.
"Bang bang bang..."
Without exception, the flying floor hit Fu Tao's body, slamming him with blood and energy. At this time, Fu Tao had completely lost his mind and used his body to resist the opponent's attack.
Seeing Ma Shirong hiding behind the thin old man, Fu Tao's eyes were red, like an angry lion roaring in a low voice, his muscles swelled up suddenly, and when he stomped on the ground, the whole floor shook and all cracked. , Like a heavy truck crashing at high speed, rushed in the direction of Ma Shirong.
The thin old man stepped on the ground continuously, as if a giant was trampling on the ground. Under this seemingly violent figure, his body suddenly became like a dragon. His right paw flew straight to Xu Zhengyang, and his right arm followed. It started to swell, it was he who instantly accumulated all the power on his right hand, rubbing the air, and producing a sharp whistling sound.
"Ho..."
Fu Tao raised his right palm high, and fired at the right paw that flew out like a missile with a mighty force.
"boom·······"
With a touch of afterimage, the claws and palms intersect, Fu Tao instantly felt a strange force transmitted through the palm to the entire right arm, as if being hit by a hammer, and transmitted to the entire body with the bone meridians of the right hand, and then Flew upside down. There is only one thought in my mind: Oops, this is a master of Xingyiquan.