Lin Fan held one half in each hand, using both hands simultaneously.
Give that shiny, hard-boiled head a good beating.
"Smack."
"laugh……"
Accurate hit.
At first glance, it looks like a hard-boiled egg has grown out of the computer.
Because the circuit board inside is still connected to electricity, it successfully conducts electricity when it comes into contact with a non-insulator.
Several crackling and burning sounds immediately followed.
Besides the pierced skin, Song Laohu's head, which resembled a hard-boiled egg, also had some charred spots.
Although it was just a minor superficial injury.
But this wasn't physical damage; it was magical damage.
It's not very harmful, but extremely insulting!
"Fuck, I'll kill you."
Having been in the underworld for so long, when has Song Laohu ever suffered such humiliation?
His eyes immediately turned red, and he stepped forward, swinging his chair at Lin Fan.
This is the real battle!
To win, they will stop at nothing, even sacrificing themselves.
The routines and sects portrayed on TV or in live broadcasts are just for fooling idiots.
Lin Fan felt a sudden darkness above his head and instinctively pulled his right leg back from the desk.
However, instead of letting his foot touch the ground, he kicked the desk hard again.
"Clang!"
"laugh……"
Another loud bang.
He kicked the desk, sending it slid sideways and scraping across the floor with a screeching sound.
He successfully slammed Song Laohu against the wall, and the chair in his hand flew out of his hand.
"It is said that fists fear the young and strong, while sticks fear the old wolf."
"You're so old, why are you still fighting like a young person?"
Lin Fan gave a mocking laugh, then turned his head to look.
Their fight wasn't as intense as Ah Liang's.
Fortunately, they were in an office, which was cramped.
Ah Liang stood in front of the door with two baseball bats, preventing anyone from getting in.
The people inside the house were instantly rendered incapable of fighting after Lin Fan struck first.
There's no way to control him at all.
For a moment, Ah Liang stood like a gatekeeper blocking the entrance.
It depicted a scene where one man could hold off ten thousand.
"Come on, you little bastards!"
Ah Liang roared and brandished his iron rod.
He glared angrily at the person at the door.
"call……"
Song Laohu saw all of this and his expression was very strange.
He knew he had really messed up tonight.
Lin Fan is ruthless and uses underhanded tactics, making him difficult to defend against.
He was just hit by a computer screen and unfortunately his eyelid was scratched, and blood is flowing freely.
His vision was blurred, one eye was essentially useless, and his fighting ability was greatly reduced.
"Let's see if your head is harder, or my fist."
Hearing the shouts and curses outside, Lin Fan knew he had to finish the fight quickly.
After all, this is their home turf!
So he picked up an iron rod and smashed it down on Song Laohu's head.
"Damn it, weren't you going to use your fists?"
Song Laohu opened his mouth wide, cursing inwardly.
That kid has no sportsmanship whatsoever.
"Are you new to this business? Don't you know the saying 'all's fair in war'?"
"You're using a gun, so what's wrong with me using a stick?"
While Lin Fan was being sarcastic, his hands were also busy.
He swung the iron rod in a wide arc and brought it down.
"boss."
Song Laohu's bodyguard reacted quickly and rushed over to stop him.
Because he had just been struck by the golden needle, he had no strength in his wrist and could only grit his teeth and use his body to block it.
"Bang."
The stick struck his collarbone.
"Click..."
Besides the muffled thud, there was also the sound of bones cracking.
Holy crap!
Song Laohu was stunned and couldn't help but quickly touch his head.
If he had been hit by that, his head would have been split open!
Lin Fan is really going all out!
"Ah Liang, hang in there."
"I'll come help you after I've dealt with this old fox."
Lin Fan shouted and swung the iron rod again.
"Brother Lin, please go easy on me. We can talk this over."
Song Laohu clasped his hands together and immediately began to beg for mercy.
His previous arrogance had vanished completely, and he showed no signs of being a leader.
It's like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy!
"Save your grandpa! Beat this bastard to death!"
Ah Liang, fighting against a hundred men single-handedly, was already wounded.
Hearing the pleas for mercy, he immediately became enraged.
“Brother Liang, Brother Lin, we’re all on the same side.”
"We've been tricked by a treacherous person; we don't recognize our own kind. Please have mercy!"
Song Laohu was on the verge of tears, he was so scared he almost peed his pants.
He had truly witnessed Lin Fan's ruthlessness.
They acted ruthlessly, leaving no room for compromise.
Now, he deeply regrets taking on this deal for a little money.
It wouldn't be worth risking your life!
"Coward."
Lin Fan knew that if he went down with that iron rod, he would lose his life.
However, letting him off so easily wouldn't be enough to vent my anger.
So he kicked the desk hard.
"Ouch."
"My herniated disc..."
Song Laohu had another close encounter with the wall.
He immediately knelt down, clutching his lower back with both hands.
Judging from his pained expression, it was clear that he had aggravated an old injury.
"At such an old age, he still tries to fight and kill."
Lin Fan slammed the iron rod on the desk, picked up his cigar and glanced at it. "I thought it was a Cohiba, but it's just a common, mass-produced thing!"
"Can't you live without showing off?"
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