Hong Kong films: You're promoting Chan Ho-nam, but Uncle Tung is very unhappy.

Lin Dong executed a 180-degree spinning kick at top speed, aiming for their stomachs.

Even those who were just drinking and watching the commotion in the bar were immediately stunned!

What the hell just happened?!

Why did they all suddenly collapse to the ground?

Having recovered slightly, Tattoo Dragon walked towards Lin Dong.

His face was visibly contorted with anger!

There was indeed no time to dodge that attack.

The power and speed of that punch are several times greater than those of an ordinary person!

Tattoo Dragon walked over to one of Lin Dong's underlings who had been kicked to the ground. The underling was holding a knife, and Tattoo Dragon bent down and took the knife from the underling's hand.

Next second!!

The tattooed dragon stabbed towards Lin Dong at top speed!

There's always a higher mountain to climb!

The knife tip was just centimeters away from piercing his eye!

Lin Dong made a perfect sidestep, causing the tattooed dragon to miss its target.

He was running too fast and was about to crash into the bar, but it was too late.

Pfft! !

Wow! !

He crashed his entire body into the bar counter.

Suddenly!

All the wine glasses and bottles on the table fell to the ground.

At this moment, the tattooed dragon lay on the platform and got up at the fastest speed a normal person can.

However, Lin Dong's speed was already beyond that of a normal person.

Not giving them a single chance!!

In an instant, he pinned the tattooed dragon to the table, rendering him unable to move!

The henchmen around him clutched their stomachs and scrambled to their feet. Seeing Lin Dong holding their boss down tightly, they dared not make a move.

"You damn bastard!!"

"I'll make you a piece of trash!!" Tattooed Dragon continued to curse defiantly.

Lin Dong sneered, "I'm afraid this can't be done."

He raised the sharp knife in his hand high.

With a swift stroke, the knife fell!

It stabbed towards the tattooed dragon's hand!

And it twisted hard!

"what!!"

Tattooed Dragon gritted his teeth, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his eyes glazed over as he stared at his hand, which was pinned to the table by a sharp knife.

For Lin Dong, this little bit of pain was nothing.

Without hesitation, he pulled the dagger out of the tattooed dragon's hand!

Fresh blood began to gush out.

At this moment, the tattooed dragon was in so much pain that he could no longer make a sound.

Lin Dong immediately grabbed his hair and threw him to the ground. Tattoo Dragon tried to break free of his control again.

But that's just wishful thinking!

Lin Dong stepped on his head, grabbed the tattoo that covered his entire arm, and began to gather his strength.

Twist it hard!

click!

It's the sound of a joint dislocating.

Lin Dong hadn't finished smoking his cigarette; only a third of it remained. He said, "Didn't you want to cripple me?"

Tattooed Dragon looked at his henchmen around him and shouted in a somewhat hoarse voice:

"What the hell are you all standing there for?! Get to work, all of you!!"

The henchmen looked at each other, none of them daring to step forward alone.

Even the boss can't beat him; going up against him is suicide!

next second!

Blood is flowing!!

The scene was too bloody for anyone in the bar to bear, especially the women who screamed in terror.

Everyone who had been spending money at the bar hurriedly left.

The henchmen were so frightened that their legs started to tremble.

The tattooed dragon lay in a pool of blood, his left arm completely severed from his body!

The tattooed dragon looked at his empty side and let out a scream!

At first, I didn't feel much, but then I saw the blood flowing out and my severed limbs.

Fear surged up all at once.

The scream wasn't filled with pain, but with fear and terror.

Lin Dong held the tattooed limb in his hand like trash, glanced at it twice, and then threw it on the ground.

Having just finished his cigarette, Lin Dong threw the butt at the tattooed dragon and stomped on his head, grinding it hard: "Who did you just call a bastard?"

Done.

He spat on the face of the tattooed dragon.

The henchmen around him gaped, so frightened that they immediately bowed 90 degrees to Lin Dong.

"Big guy!"

"From now on, you're our leader!!"

"From now on, this Bar No. 8 is under your management. You can give us any orders you want!"

Chapter Six: Territory Conquered, Henchmen Recruited! Master Fighting Skill Acquired! (Seeking Flowers and Reviews)

All the 49ers present stood respectfully to the side, none of them daring to look Lin Dong in the eye.

just now.

Everyone in the bar was terrified and disappeared, but the music was still playing.

At this moment, the tattooed dragon, lying on the ground covered in blood, had already fainted.

Lin Dong frowned as he looked at his blood-stained coat and hands.

He wiped the blood off his hands on the hem of a 49 soldier's shirt.

Then, he took off his coat and threw it on the face of the tattooed dragon.

He casually dragged over a chair next to him, sat down calmly, lit a cigarette, and started eating.

"What's going on?"

"The way they were acting just now, they were trying to kill me."

Lin Dong smoked a cigarette while keeping an eye on the 49ers.

The four of them were still reeling from Lin Dong's actions.

He remained silent for a long time.

Si Jiu, who had a scar on his face, finally spoke up and said, "This has nothing to do with us. We underlings are just following orders from above."

"It was arranged by Boss B! He said that as long as you come to the bar to perform, you'll..."

This guy hesitated for a moment, wondering if saying those words would ruin him as well.

Lin Dong stared coldly at Si Jiu, his tone so cold it sent chills down one's spine: "So what? Go on!"

"At worst, I'll risk everything," the thug said with his eyes closed. "I'll cut off all four of your limbs and throw them into the sea to feed the fish!"

snort!

Upon hearing this, Lin Dong couldn't help but shake his head and let out a cold laugh.

He was fiddling with a flip-top lighter in his hand.

chap!