The Far East is not like the two neighboring countries to the East. In general, there is no tradition of kneeling down to admit mistakes.

But today is not the same, they all kneel down to the king.

Such humiliation and ridicule made the king's anger in front of the sky. At the moment, the anger of men was with a knife, sharp enough to make everyone scared and weak.

At the same time, kneeling, there is the national football team captain, this person bean big sweat all gathered in the tip of the nose, but he is Leng is afraid to look up at Jun Lin day.

It was he, on behalf of the country, who led a group of pig feet to lose to East Timor and suffered global ridicule.

Jun Lin Tian is still a shirt, trousers, tie meticulous, such as the gods of the Pantheon noble and handsome face, expression lines did not move, obsidian eyes shining from hell calm.

But it was this calm, full of the executioner's oppression on the guillotine, and darkness enveloped everyone from top to bottom.

Jun Lin Tian Ying's posture is sassy, but it's obvious that he has moved his hand. Looking at the big men kneeling on the ground, his hair is messy and his clothes are not neat.

Jun Lin Tian starts to beat people, and he will never be confused.

What's more, Mu Ning Fu knows that her own man has ginger in his hand, and it's burning pain to hit people lightly. Before, two people flirted with each other, and Jun Lin Tian hit her ass, which made her cry.

The red and swollen Tathagata palm of the head of the General Administration of the PRC is an illustration of the problem.

"Pa! ——”A large stack of official documents directly hit the head of the General Administration of sports in the face, and did not dare to show his luck.

In the meeting hall, the snow flakes were scattered all over the people. The leader knelt down for three hours, stupidly afraid to move.

Jun Lin Tian arranged his shirt cuffs with one hand and unbuttoned, as if he had nothing to do.

"Zhang Ju, 20 years ago, you were the Olympic champion of the national judo team. How many years have you not practiced judo since you became the head of the bureau?"

"Well, I'm busy with my work." Zhang Ju was submissive and didn't even have the courage to look at the shoes of king Lin Tian.

"Yes, there are countless dinners and numerous social gatherings. You have long forgotten how to do judo, haven't you?" Jun Lintian unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves at the same time, revealing his thick and strong arm muscles.

"Director Zhang, let's have a discussion." Jun Lin Tian Chao stretched out his hand to Director Zhang, whose sharp smile made his scalp numb.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was wrong." Director Zhang is in great pain, and the approach of Jun Lin Tian aggravates his inner collapse, especially when the extremely terrible gas field is pressed down.

"President..."

and the next second he was directly lifted from the ground by Jun Lintian with one hand, followed by a powerful reverse wrist and a shocking over shoulder fall.

"Click!"

"Oh! ——”Director Zhang sprang to the ground, his wrist dislocated directly, and his painful face was distorted.

For a moment, there was a dull reverberation in the living room, accompanied by the sound of bone fracture, all people were stunned!

Mu Ningfu is also surprised. Wow, this skill, this series of movements of flowing water, tossing 160 Jin fat director to the ground, is absolutely the realm of nine section masters!

Mu Ningfu looks up to her husband and worships him. Lin Tian, it's a pity that you don't take part in the Olympic Games at this level.

But Jun Lin Tian is a national first-class athlete qualification certification, really want to participate in the Olympic Games, Jun Lin day with one or two brands back is not a problem.

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