Zongman: Being the leader in the wild world

"Master, what are you doing?!" Liangcai quickly flew in front of Jianpeng, his eyes full of disapproval.

Jianpeng got angry immediately when he saw her look. He said, "Hey! What's that look? They were the first to start it!!"

"You damn guy, get off me now, or I'll make you pay!" said the white-haired boy who was being stepped on by Jianpeng on the ground viciously.

Unfortunately, due to the language barrier, Jianpeng could not understand what he was saying, but Liangcai, who had built-in language conversion function, understood it.

She said, "Jianpeng, he asked you to let him go."

Jianpeng looked surprised. He asked, "Can you understand the bird language he speaks?"

Liangcai nodded and said, "Yes, do you need my help?"

Jianpeng nodded frantically and said, "Hurry, hurry, hurry! I really need it now. I want to see how these guys scold me. I'll scold them to death!"

The corner of Liangcai's mouth twitched. She said, "Don't you understand what they are saying? How do you know they are scolding you?"

Jianpeng pointed at the white-haired boy at his feet and said, "You can tell by looking at his face, and I bet he cursed very badly!"

Liangcai held her forehead with her hands, regretting for the umpteenth time that she had chosen such a funny master.

"Liang Cai, hurry up, don't just stand there!"

"I know, I know."

Liangcai sighed helplessly, and finally resigned herself to her fate and cast magic on Jianpeng.

Almost at the moment the magic took effect, Jianpeng understood the insults from the people below.

As if knowing that Jianpeng couldn't understand what he said, the white-haired boy uttered dirty words one after another, each one more unpleasant than the last. What Jianpeng could not accept the most was that the white-haired boy brought his mother with him.

"You shameless bitch, what's the point of attacking in the middle of the night? If you have the guts, why don't you just have a fair fight! You bastard born of a bitch...ah!!"

Jianpeng didn't waste any time talking to him. He stepped hard, and the white-haired boy screamed in pain. Then Jianpeng kicked the boy out. The boy hit a wall and fell heavily.

"Shirase!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"Watch your mouth, or I'll beat you up so badly that even your mother won't recognize you!" Jianpeng said with a gloomy face.

Originally, some people wanted to help the white-haired boy named Baise, but when they saw Jianpeng's gloomy face, they stopped abruptly. Just by looking at the martial arts that Jianpeng had just displayed, it was obvious that he was not an ordinary person and these kids could not beat him.

"Master, that's enough. We still have to find other people." Liangcai said on the side.

Hearing Liangcai say this, Jianpeng's expression restrained a little. He looked up and around. The light was dim, and he didn't know how big the place was. He also didn't know when he would find someone.

After a pause, Jianpeng's gaze suddenly fell on the group of children. Seeing him looking at them, everyone subconsciously shrank back.

"Damn it! Go to hell!" Bai Lai, who was injured internally by Jianpeng, stood up staggeringly. He took out a gun from behind, pointed it at Jianpeng and pulled the trigger.

The sound of gunfire immediately echoed throughout the base.

To be honest, Jianpeng's first reaction when he saw Bai Lai take out a gun was that it was fake. After all, how could a teenager have a gun?

But Bai Lai's expression of wanting to kill him was too real, and Jianpeng couldn't help but wonder if he had a mental problem? Using a fake gun to threaten people was simply funny.

However, when the gunshot rang out and the bullet came towards his face, he could no longer laugh.

Damn! It’s a real gun!