Chapter 1398 I’ll give you a tattoo too
I don’t know how thick-skinned Lin Zongheng is, from the beginning in the warehouse to now, and he even threatened Han Qian to harm himself twice. After he said that he should do it A duel between men.
Han Qian reached out and pulled off Li Guangbi's clothes, wrapping them around the wounds on his shoulders and thighs, and mocked.
"You bastard, you really haven't changed at all. Back then, you were the worst man. Now you are still the same. Are you afraid if I don't get hurt?"
Lin Zongheng unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. Button walked towards Han Qian.
"Afraid? You say I'm afraid of you? Han Qian, can you please save some face? I, Lin Zongheng, am the only one in Fengtian who is not afraid of you!"
As he spoke, his fist hit the wound on Han Qian's shoulder, and Han Qian suddenly Raising his hand to hold Lin Zongheng's fist, Lin Zongheng's left fist struck again. Han Qian raised his hand to hold it again, and then raised his leg to step on Lin Zongheng's right foot, which he was about to lift. Han Qian slowly raised his hand. He started to look at Lin Zongheng.
“You bastard, you have to have a limit in what you do. If you don’t respect life, life will not respect you!”
The hands that were competing with Lin Zongheng suddenly gave up their strength, and Lin Zongheng The moment he moved his body forward, he was met with a headbutt.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Lin Zongheng staggered back two steps, slowly raised his head and touched the big swelling on his forehead. Lin Zongheng let out a roar full of unwillingness. The anger in his heart could not be vented before Han Qian's The fist had already landed on Lin Zongheng's face.
Lin Zongheng staggered to the right. Han Qian took out the last syringe, the most special one, and pointed it at the root of his thigh and pierced the flesh. He looked at the syringe that was like a devil's curse. The clear liquid disappeared into the body bit by bit.
In just a few seconds, Han Qian's neck twitched slightly. He felt his heartbeat speeding up abnormally, and the questions continued to rise. He felt very excited when he was hot and cold, and threw his hands away. syringe, Han Qian looked at Lin Zongheng with a playful smile.
"Bastard, the game has just begun."
Lin Zongheng felt that in just a blink of an eye, Han Qian had appeared in front of him, pressing his shoulders with both hands, Han Qian lifted his knees and Hitting Lin Zongheng's lower abdomen, Lin Zongheng bent over in pain, Han Qian grabbed his hair and gave him an uppercut.
The moment Lin Zongheng raised his head, the bright red spurt contained a hint of ivory. Lin Zongheng took two steps back. Before he could recover, Han Qian stepped forward again, grabbed Lin Zongheng's shoulders and hammered him down.
Lin Zongheng leaned against the window and stared at Han Qian with his mouth full of red. After a few seconds, Lin Zongheng suddenly laughed.
"Han Qian, can you change anything?"
Han Qian stepped forward and punched Lin Zongheng in the stomach. This punch almost made Lin Zongheng vomit out his bile. Lin Zongheng smiled instead of getting angry.
"Han Qian, I know what you injected yourself with! This thing is addictive. Prince Binhai, the prince in the hearts of everyone, takes drugs! Han Qian, Han Qian! Do you really think I am Can’t beat you?”
Lin Zongheng elbowed Han Qian's severely injured lower back. What came instead of Han Qian's painful wail was a very excited laugh.
"Hey!"
The two words fell in Lin Zongheng's ears, making his heart skip a beat. The next second, Han Qian stretched out his arm to hold Lin Zongheng's neck.
Bang!
The back of his head hit the window sill hard, Han Qian turned around and grabbed Lin Zongheng's head.
Click!
The back of his head broke the glass of the window.
Click!
The first one!
Click!
The second one!
Han Qian grabbed Lin Zongheng's head and smashed the glass of all the windows. At this time, Lin Zongheng's head was stained red with blood.
Click!
Lin Zongheng roared angrily as Han Qian held his head down next to Hu Fongfong.
“Look! Look at me!”
Han Qian reached out and grabbed the shards of glass. Regardless of the punctured palm, the sharpness of the glass shards cut through the flesh of Lin Zongheng's forehead. "You like tattoos, right? I like them too!"
Lin Zongheng roared and wailed, and Han Qian drew three blood marks on his forehead.
“Remember, the nickname I gave you will follow you into the coffin!”
Just when Han Qian was about to draw the vertical line, the seriously injured Li Guangbi suddenly rushed in He came over and hugged Han Qian's lower back, roaring.
"Run! You run!"
Han Qian took two steps back, raised his feet and kicked Lin Zongheng in the heart to use his strength to move back, elbowed Li Guangbi behind him, and turned around when his arms were relieved. Hugging Li Guangbi's lower back, Han Qian roared angrily. Li Guangbi, who weighed more than 180 kilograms, was lifted over his head and smashed onto a chair.
At this time, Lin Zongheng rushed over and stood behind Han Qian and strangled Han Qian's neck.
Naked twist.
At this time, Lin Zongheng was no better than Han Qian. His whole face was stained red with blood.
"You had a lot of fun just now, Han Qian! You want to save everyone in the world, right? But you can't do anything!"
The feeling of suffocation made Han Qian's head slightly confused, and Han Qian tried his best He calmed himself down, ignored Lin Zongheng and was unable to speak. He leaned against Lin Zongheng and slammed backwards. Lin Zongheng's lower back hit the window sill, and the next second he tightened Han Qian's neck again.
Hit Lin Zongheng's lower back again and again. At the moment when Lin Zongheng was relieved from the pain, Han Qian broke away, turned around and hit Lin Zongheng's head with two consecutive headbutts, and grabbed Lin Zongheng's arm. Carrying the person on his shoulders, Han Qian said ferociously.
“I’ll let you recall your cliff jumping again!”
Poof!
The sharp dagger penetrated the flesh and blood. In pain, Han Qian knelt down on one knee. Lin Zongheng fell to the ground and rolled to the side. Han Qian turned his head and looked at the dagger on his calf. Looking at Li Guangbi holding the dagger, Han Qian stood up and lifted his leg to withdraw it. With the dagger, he turned around and bent down, holding down Li Guangbi's head and placing it on a piece of wood.
“My dream is to play in the European Cup!”
A powerful volley landed on Li Guangbi’s head. At this time, Han Qian, who was already like a colander, bent over and gasped for breath. Looking at Lin Zongheng who was struggling to get up from the ground, Lin Zongheng stared at Han Qian. He found that he seemed to be unable to defeat Han Qian now.
But he didn’t understand that when the two of them fought when Han Qian was not injured, he had the advantage. Why is Han Qian almost dead now...
Why does he understand it now? He can be beaten to death, why doesn’t he die?
Seeing Han Qian walking step by step, Lin Zongheng took a step back and Han Qian said with a cruel smile.
"Our tattoos are not over yet! My handwriting is very beautiful! No one will bother us now!"
Lin Zongheng stepped forward and punched Han with all his strength. On Qian's face, Han Qian tilted his body, then raised his head and looked at Lin Zongheng and smiled.
"You never drank milk when you were a child, right? You can't use force, right?"
This sentence pierced Lin Zongheng's deepest sensitivity. Lin Zongheng's eyes were red and he punched Han again. On Qian's face, Han Qian leaned back slightly, looked at Lin Zongheng and smiled ferociously again.
"Liu Shengge without a chicken is a man. If you have a chicken, you are not as good as a girl and you haven't eaten! Come on! Let me see how strong you can be!"
Two punches in a row, Han Qian He spit out a tooth and looked at Lin Zongheng and said ferociously.
"Are you done? Then it's my turn!"
With a punch, Lin Zongheng stepped back and hit the old table. Han Qian shook his fist, He looked at Lin Zongheng with crazy eyes.
“Oops, I seem to be addicted!”
Han Qian stepped forward vigorously, jumped up and kicked Lin Zongheng on the chest. Lin Zongheng leaned back and turned over the table. Han Qian climbed up and walked forward, looking down at Lin Zongheng.
"You must be very resistant to beatings!"
(End of this chapter)