Chapter 568

Huang Zhiqiang knelt down on one knee and raised his head. Just as he was about to get up, a leather shoe with a lot of yolks stuck on it was yanked on his chin.

Without a scream, Huang Zhiqiang suddenly fell back from the ground like an electric shock.

In the process of retroversion, blood splashed out with more than ten broken teeth.

When Li Nanfang suddenly kicked this foot, he could actually break Huang Zhiqiang's jaw and kick him half dead.

Then, no matter how he plays, Huang Zhiqiang has to cooperate.

Li Nanfang didn't want to do that.

More than a thousand spectators on the scene spent so much money to watch him fight. Naturally, they hope to see a bloody, wonderful and high-quality competition with enough visual impulse time. He kicked Huang Zhiqiang into a loser. That's too sorry for the audience.

No.

To be exact, it's the money that the audience put on Huang Zhiqiang.

Boss Li is a good man. He really doesn't want to leave with the money donated by the audience later, but he doesn't let them enjoy the visual feast they should enjoy.

Shen yunzai, standing in the supreme box on the second floor, doesn't pay any attention to Huang Zhiqiang who is kicked to the ground. His cold eyes just stare at Li Nanfang.

When Li Nanfang first came to power, Shen Yun looked at him with a familiar look.

When he flashed his name coquettishly, Shen Yun suddenly realized that this was the asshole who helped the South Korean people in an interview when the people of Aoyama gathered to make trouble in the Aoyama branch of South Korea youth entertainment.

If it wasn't for his grandfather's obstruction, Shen Yun would have gone to Qingshan long ago as a leg model of the southern group.

She felt that she was generous enough to let Li Renzha see South Korea's most beautiful girl before she died and show her products.

She only knew her grandfather well, but she was strictly forbidden to act without authorization in advance, before making clear the true origin of Li Nanfang.

Shen Yun didn't want to listen - no, he had to bear it.

If she doesn't give her any work, she may run away from home and go to Huaxia to find Li Nanfang. After that, her grandfather arranged to come to Thailand to inspect the underground boxing ground.

But her grandfather never dreamed that she would meet Li Nanfang here.

Meet Li Nanfang here, will the result be very good?

Who knows.

Shen yunzai, of course, doesn't know the result. She just stares at Li Nanfang, and her two shell teeth bite her red lips.

At this moment, she had to admit that her grandfather was right. Li Nanfang was not just an angry youth, as he had shown on the surface.

He is a master.

It's a terrible master.

Taekwondo in South Korea is the best Huang Zhiqiang, now like a smelly sock, he was cruel abuse.

The beauty of flowers.

Li Nanfang has never been so cool.

He has been killing people since he was 15 years old. He can't remember how many people he has killed so far.

But every time he kills someone, no matter how heinous the other party is, Li Nanfang, who is deeply influenced by his teacher's mother's instruction, respects the minimum human nature.

In short, he will use the simplest means to let the enemy die in the lightest pain.

Killing people like that - no fun.

Now he can enjoy it.

He believes that even if his teacher's mother is under the stage and sees him cruelly abusing Huang Zhiqiang in such a way, at most, she will not stop him from playing with human nature.

Because Huang Zhiqiang is no longer an individual.

How can a person who is not a man or a woman, who is cruel and arrogant, be regarded as an individual and have the humanity of a normal person?

What's more, it is clear that Li Nanfang doesn't need to borrow the magic of black dragon to fight against the powerful enemy. Black dragon wakes up and tosses up and down in his four limbs and bones, roaring excitedly, urging him to use more varied means to treat Huang Zhiqiang.

Li Nanfang doesn't know that whenever he ignores human nature, the black dragon will wake up automatically, control him, and consider problems from the perspective of the devil to attack the enemy.

Li NanFang's eyes began to turn red. He was laughing.

But all the people who see his facial expression can't help shivering, as if they saw the monsters from Honghuang ancient times.

Li Nanfang grabbed Huang Zhiqiang's neck in his left hand and punched him on the chin.

Huang Zhiqiang didn't scream because his jaw was dislocated.

The sharp pain made him more sober than ever, and the fear he had never had also prompted him to make an instinctive counterattack. He punched Li Nanfang hard in the heart with all his strength!

Li Nanfang can escape.

He doesn't hide.

When his demonic nature is strong, he will ignore all the pain from his body, just like a remoulding soldier who has no sense of pain. He will let Huang Zhiqiang, who is in despair, punch and kick him, and slowly put his right hand into his mouth above his dislocated chin.Huang Zhiqiang wants to shut up and bite.

Dislocated jaw, will not listen to his brain command.

He raised his hands, broke the hand that held his neck, and tried to break it.

The hand, like cast iron, was still pinching his neck.

For Huang Zhiqiang's desperate struggle, Li Nanfang responded with a friendly smile - just like Huang Zhiqiang had beaten the disabled Qingshan police officer, he was full of noble demeanor.

He's got a tongue in his right hand.

Huang Zhiqiang suddenly realized that Li Nanfang was going to do something. He tried his best to retract his tongue, and wanted to cry out for someone to let him go.

A man with a dislocated chin and a hand in his mouth can't say a word.

No matter how hard Huang Zhiqiang retracts his tongue, he can't hold Li Nanfang and pull his tongue out of his mouth.

Li NanFang's action of pulling his tongue out is very slow, very slow, like some reluctant - but without a little pause.

The scene of more than a thousand people was silent.

They all looked at the ring like ghosts. They didn't dare to breathe for fear that they would attract the devil's attention. They suddenly jumped down, grabbed him by the neck and pulled his tongue out of their mouth.

Slowly.

There was no pause.

How long is a person's tongue?

No more than ten people know how long their tongues are at the scene.

Now we all know how long a person's tongue is - because Li Nanfang has pulled Huang Zhiqiang's tongue out of his mouth!

How tough is the tongue?

It should not be inferior to the leather belt.

Who can pull off the leather belt with bare hands?

There should not be - but there are now.

Blood, like a fountain, suddenly spurts out when his tongue is pulled off and sprays on Li NanFang's face.

Of course he can.

But I won't hide.

Because it looks so bloody, more than a thousand audience at the scene, don't they all like bloody scenes?

The good Li Nanfang, for the sake of money, tries his best to satisfy their wishes.

After throwing his broken tongue at his feet, Li Nanfang wiped Huang Zhiqiang's smooth and delicate back with his right hand. After wiping, his left hand grabbed his back neck, bent down, and his right hand grabbed the knees of his legs, and raised it above his head.

Looking back, after laughing at Bai ling'er, who had been scared silly, Jie suddenly used Huang Zhiqiang down. At the same time, his right knee had been raised.

Click!

After the sound of fracture, which can be heard in all corners of the audience, Huang Zhiqiang, with a rather strange angle and a 45 degree angle, still didn't make any screams, just like a scarecrow.

After his tongue was pulled out, his people were dead.

Li Nanfang also tortured his body, just to satisfy the strong demands of the audience.

It's like throwing garbage, throwing the body on the ground, Li Nanfang stepped on the neck of the body with his left foot and made a big effort!

Well, now it's lunchtime. Don't be too bloody.

"Oh

I don't know who it is. I can't stand this extreme cruelty any more. I hold my stomach in my hands and bend down to vomit.

His vomit, turned on the vomit switch - vomit sounds all around.

Bai ling'er is vomiting. Her colleagues are vomiting. The leader in charge of sealing and throwing is vomiting. In the supreme box on the second floor, Shen Yun covers his mouth, staggers back a few steps and squats on the sofa with a plop.

Compared with the audience at the scene below, Shen Yun's bloody visual impact may be much worse because he is separated by a layer of glass.

It's like watching a movie.

No matter how scary the bloody scenes in the film are, they lack the reality of the scene.

So Shen Yun didn't vomit uncontrollably like many people below.

She just wanted to run away!

For a moment.

In an instant, she was very grateful to her grandfather for being able to stop her from going to Qingshan alone.

Otherwise, she may be one step ahead of Huang Zhiqiang, personally "enjoy" this inhuman blood.

But when he suddenly stood up and tried to rush out of the door, he stopped again. After a moment of silence, he suddenly turned around and looked at Li Nanfang in the ring outside the window.

Li Nanfang is just like a professional butcher. He is just picking up the dead pig that has just been slaughtered, but he has no knife. He has to step on the left leg of the dead pig with his left foot, grasp the right leg of the dead pig with both hands, and is about to make an upward force. With a scream of fear, the girl rings from behind: "Li Nanfang, no!"

A few months ago, in the car shift room of Huaxia Qingshan kaihuang group, Li Nanfang was about to forcibly occupy Bai linger when she screamed something to wake him up from the magic barrier.

Now, her scream, once again, has the lightning effect of tearing apart the dark clouds, which makes Li Nanfang, who is about to tear the dead pig into two pieces, stagnate and clear his eyes quickly."I'm sorry. I scared you."

Li Nanfang threw away the right leg of the dead pig, turned to look at Bai linger, and said sorry.

"Lee, Lee, Lee - let's, let's go."

Frightened by extreme fear, Bai ling'er can't say Li NanFang's name, so he just asks him to go with him.

"Good. It's all blood on the body. It's sticky and uncomfortable. Find a place to take a bath. "

Li Nanfang nodded and went to the dumbfounded bell ringer. In a deliberative tone, he said, "may I borrow your clothes and wipe your face?"

The bell ringer's thought had already stopped turning. He just stood there like a fool, letting Li Nanfang lift his clothes and wipe his face clean.

"Thank you."

After thanking Li Nanfang, he took out some banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into the waiter's pocket.

Mr. Li is a reasonable person. He knows that he has to pay compensation for soiling other people's clothes.

"Can you give me the water, man?"

Li Nanfang lifted up the rope and was about to drill down when he saw a boxing ring boy holding a big bottle of mineral water in his hand.

This water was originally used by boxers at halftime.

My little brother nodded and passed the mineral water rigidly.

He poured the water on his face and rubbed his hands a few times. Li Nanfang asked Bai ling'er with a smile, "is this more handsome?"