Chapter 138

The blue screen broke into countless light spots and poured into the body.

Zhang Zheng took a deep breath and felt that his eyes seemed clearer.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Zheng just reached out and touched something inexplicably.

Uncle snake touched the blood cut on his chest, licked the blood on his fingers, and said coldly, "I'm angry."

"Give birth."

Zhang Zheng got up. He moved his neck and suddenly rushed over.

Xu Zihan couldn't stop it. His heart had to mention his voice: "you can't fight..."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Zheng, who was just picked up by Uncle snake's neck, suddenly gave uncle snake a left hook like chicken blood, and then turned and kicked seamlessly.

Uncle snake was kicked to his temple, flew out and knocked over the only screen.

His brain was buzzing, and the pain in his body told him that he had been beaten by someone he despised, who had just almost died in his hand.

Xu Zihan was stunned. She looked at Zhang Zheng's back and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Zhang Zheng... Seems to be getting worse again?

Zhang Zheng tightly pursed his lips and said nothing. He grabbed an uncle snake's arm and threw it out to him. Then he swung the overturned table leg and swung it round and leveled it.

The dishes trampled on the ground, broken wood and dishes, and the people crying on the ground. The former was done by Xu Zihan and the latter by Zhang Zheng alone.

Zhang Zheng was much calmer than before. He didn't rush up and strangled uncle snake.

He walked forward slowly, looked at Uncle snake who had fallen on the screen for a long time and couldn't get up, squatted down and tore away his clothes.

Yes, that's the cobra.

Zhang Zheng took a deep breath and said, "Zihan, knife."

Xu Zihan came forward and handed over the machete in his hand.

Xu Zihan has always carried this knife for self-defense. Although Zhang Zheng doesn't know where it came from, it's sharp enough to scare people in his hand.

Zhang Zheng looked at the knife in his hand, put it on Uncle snake's chest and said faintly, "say it, this tattoo... What do you mean?"

Uncle snake swallowed his saliva and smiled carefully: "isn't it a tattoo... What can it mean?"

If he could hang up Zhang Zheng just now, the current situation has completely reversed. He doesn't know what happened, but he is sure that he can't beat Zhang Zheng now.

Uncle snake glanced at Zhang Zheng's hand holding the knife. He kept lying on the ground and didn't dare to move.

Zhang Zheng bowed his head and whispered, "I ask you, why do you want to tattoo this tattoo? Or do you belong to that organization."

"No." Uncle snake turned his eyes.

The blade has slowly fallen into the flesh. The first feeling is not pain, but the wonderful coolness of the flesh being cut.

"I don't want to waste time."

"Really not!"

Zhang Zheng's hand holding the knife moved up slowly, and the blade had steadily cut a large piece of skin on Uncle snake's chest.

"What are you doing?" Uncle snake panicked completely.

Zhang Zheng stretched out his hand and pressed uncle snake's shoulder. His eyes were full of blood. He was stunned. He generally stared at the pattern on Uncle snake's chest and said, "it's okay, just cut it off!"

Uncle snake's eyes cracked: "madman... You madman! Let go of me! Let go of me!"

The tattoo area is huge. If it is really cut off as Zhang Zheng said, uncle snake's chest will be stripped off.

"Zhang Zheng!" Xu Zihan stopped, "do you know what you're doing?"

The gushing blood moistened Zhang Zheng's hand. Zhang Zheng was ignorant. He clenched his teeth and knew it was meaningless, but the anger in his brain drove him to do so.

"This is an ordinary tattoo!"

Uncle snake's psychological defense completely collapsed: "this... This means that I casually let others tattoo ordinary tattoos!"

In fact, if you look carefully, the cobra pattern is really far from the cobra totem on the gold ring, but the general shape is consistent with the direction of the snake.

"Zhang Zheng!"

The clear female voice suddenly sounded.

Zhang Zheng was stunned and his reason came back.

He Bingbing, wearing a white evening dress, stood in the yard and looked this way with worry.

The warm lantern light plated a halo on he Bingbing. She stood there with a slight frown, just like a God who saved the suffering and distress.

Zhang Zheng stood up, subconsciously threw aside his machete and said, "how did you come back?"

He Bingbing looked at a lot of people lying on the ground and Zhang Zheng with blood all over his hands. He was very worried: "are you okay? Why so much blood?"

"Nothing."

Zhang Zheng took a deep breath and smiled.

He kicked uncle snake at his feet and said in a condescending cold voice, "go back and tell your boss, either he dies or be honest with me."

The pain has been found. Uncle snake's face is pale and can't speak at all.

Zhang Zheng glanced obliquely at Uncle snake's men and shouted, "get out of here!"

Those men seemed to wake up from a dream. They got up and dragged uncle snake out of here, leaving only mess and blood flowing down the ground.

Zhang Zheng lowered his head on the corner of his clothes and wiped the blood from his hands. For a moment, he didn't know how to explain it well.

He Bingbing quickly stepped forward, pulled Zhang Zheng's hand and looked carefully: "why so much blood... Really not hurt? Let me see... Scared me to death."

"Forget it."

Zhang Zheng took his hand back: "dirty, don't dirty your skirt."

He Bingbing looked at her flawless white skirt. She smiled: "it's okay. It's just a little blood. If it's dirty, it's dirty."

"Bingbing, why did you come back suddenly?"

Xu Zihan spoke coldly. She stared at he Bingbing and said, "you... Something's wrong."

"No."

He Bingbing was stunned and reluctantly smiled, "I... I'm fine."

She subconsciously touched her right earlobe, obviously smiling, but her eyebrows were slightly frowning.

Zhang Zheng also saw that it was wrong. He asked softly, "what's the matter? Did someone bully you? Why do you look so unhappy?"

Just a word, but he Bingbing's eyes were red. She whispered, "no, just a little... A little miss you..."

If Zhang Zheng had heard he Bingbing say he missed himself before, he would have been filled with joy, but now... He had only worry in his heart.

"Why are you crying..."

Zhang Zheng wants to touch he Bingbing's cheek, but he Bingbing suddenly dodges.

Turning his head, his hair fluttered, revealing his red side face.

Zhang Zheng's eyes were cold. He gently opened he Bingbing's hair and saw the dazzling palm print on her face. Zhang Zheng took a deep breath and said faintly, "who fan it? Tell me, I let him die!"