Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"Wait!" Wu Hen suddenly spoke, interrupting Lin Qiye's "chopsticks turning into sword energy".

"Lao Lin, your move is too bloody and doesn't conform to our core socialist values!"

Lin Qiye was speechless: "You call this bloody? This is art. Do you understand art?"

Although he said this, he still retracted his sword energy.

"Hey, I knew you were the best, Lao Lin!"

Wu Hen smiled frivolously, turned his head and looked at the prisoners, his eyes instantly became sharp.

"Since we can't see blood, I'll have to inconvenience you brothers and let you feel the iron fist that I love!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Hen's figure disappeared from the spot.

The next second, he appeared behind a prisoner and hit the back of his head with a standard spinning kick.

With a dull thud, the prisoner fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth and unconscious.

"KO! The first one!" Wu Hen waved his fists excitedly, like a primary school student who had just won a game.

"Whose turn is it next?"

Lin Qiye held his forehead helplessly. This kid was really too energetic.

However, he can't sit idle either.

He activated the [Mortal God Realm], and his figure shuttled through the crowd like a ghost.

Each strike was precise and effective, knocking down one prisoner after another to the ground.

"Ah, these guys are too weak. There's no challenge at all."

While complaining, Wu Hen continued his "Iron Fist of Love" educational activities.

The cafeteria was in chaos, with screams and curses ringing in the ears.

The prisoners were beaten to a pulp by the combined skills of Wu Hen and Lin Qiye, and had no power to fight back.

Boss Han's face turned ashen as he watched his men being knocked down one by one.

He didn't expect that these two seemingly young guys actually possessed such powerful strength.

At this moment, An Qing'er, who had been silent all the time, moved.

She slowly walked towards a prisoner who was close to her, her eyes cold...

An Qing'er stood there, her slender figure standing out in the chaotic cafeteria.

One of the prisoners near her, with a ferocious smile on his face, tried to reach out and grab her.

However, just as his dirty hands were about to touch the corner of An Qing'er's clothes, two cold lights flashed.

"Shh! Shh!"

The two severed arms flew into the air, but no blood splattered.

The prisoner let out a shrill scream and staggered back, covering his broken wrist.

What was horrifying was that there were countless fine black silk threads at the broken wound, connecting the broken arm to the body like stitches, preventing the blood from gushing out.

"What the hell! What kind of black technology is this?"

Wu Hen stopped his "Iron Fist of Love" performance and looked at the scene in shock.

Lin Qiye also frowned slightly. This strange "suturing" technique was the first time he had seen it.

The prisoner with the broken arm looked at An Qing'er in horror, as if he saw a devil from hell.

His companions were also frightened by this sudden change and retreated one after another, looking at Lin Qiye and Wu Hen as if they were looking at monsters.

Especially An Qing'er, after she took action, the atmosphere in the entire cafeteria became a little colder.

The prisoners looked at her as if she were a ghost seeking death.

"Devil... She is a devil..." Someone whispered, his voice full of fear.

Boss Han's face turned even uglier as he realized that he had hit a wall this time.

The strength of these two young people was far beyond his imagination, especially the seemingly weak girl, who actually possessed such terrifying means.

"Come on! Kill them!" Boss Han roared in a timid manner, trying to use the advantage of numbers to make up for the gap in strength.

However, his orders had no effect.

The prisoners were so frightened by the combined skills of Lin Qiye, Wu Hen and An Qing'er that they didn't dare to take another step forward.

"Oh, it seems we can't have this meal today." Wu Hen shrugged, looking helpless.

Lin Qiye walked up to Boss Han and looked down at him with cold eyes: "You, do you have anything else to say?"

Boss Han was trembling all over, he knew that the situation was hopeless.

He forced himself to remain calm and forced a smile: "You two...it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding..."

"Misunderstand?"

Wu Hen suddenly interrupted, "I think you won't cry until you see the coffin!"

As he spoke, he took out a coin from his pocket and turned it nimbly between his fingers.

"Old Lin, tell me, should I hit him from the front or the back?"

Lin Qiye ignored Wu Hen's joke, but stared at Boss Han and said slowly: "I'll give you a chance. Tell me your purpose."

Boss Han's eyes flickered, as if hesitating about something.

At this moment, a voice came from the cafeteria door: "It seems that I came at the right time..."

At the entrance of the cafeteria, a burly man with a face full of flesh walked in, followed by a group of ferocious prisoners.

The newcomer's appearance came with its own BGM - "thump thump, thump, thump". Wu Hen almost burst out laughing. This way of appearance was too old-fashioned!

Wu Hen gave An Qing'er a thumbs up and said with a sly smile: "Sister Qing'er, your 'black silk suture technique' is really cool!"

"Please teach me later. It's a must-have skill for future fights!"

An Qing'er glanced at him coldly and said nothing.

Her cool and aloof demeanor made Wu Hen even more itchy. This girl is so cool!

"Lao Lin, let's finish this quickly. I'm hungry!" Wu Hen rubbed his hands, eager to try.

"That's exactly what I want." Lin Qiye smiled faintly.

Wu Hen instantly turned into a shadow and rushed towards Boss Han.

Seeing this, Boss Han was so frightened that he turned around and wanted to run away.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Wu Hen's speed.

A flash of sword energy passed by, and a long blood mark appeared on Boss Han's cheek.

"Oops, sorry, my hand slipped." Lin Qiye looked innocent.

Boss Han covered his face, burning with anger.

After all, he was the leader among the prisoners, but he was played around by these two young boys. It was such a shame and humiliation!

"Boy, you're looking for death!" Boss Han roared and rushed towards Wu Hen with his fists waving.

"My strength can move mountains and my courage can conquer the world!" Wu Hen recited a poem in a pretentious manner, then threw a punch.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Boss Han flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, and spit out blood.

"That's it?"

Wu Hen curled his lips and said, "I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out you are just a piece of trash."

"You..." Boss Han struggled to stand up, but found that he was powerless all over.

The new strong man's face turned gloomy when he saw this scene.

He walked over to Boss Han, helped him up, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

Boss Han pointed at Wu Hen and Lin Qiye and said with gritted teeth, "Boss, it's these two guys..."

The burly man looked at Wu Hen and Lin Qiye, a fierce gleam in his eyes.

"Who are you? How dare you cause trouble on my territory!"

Wu Hen walked up to the burly man with a smile, patted his shoulder, and said, "Brother, don't be nervous, we just came..."

He paused deliberately, then leaned close to the burly man's ear and whispered, "Borrow a light."

The burly man was stunned, obviously not expecting Wu Hen to say such an irrelevant statement.

He subconsciously touched his pocket, but found that he didn't have a lighter with him.

"Brother, you haven't...quit smoking, have you?" Wu Hen said with a wicked smile, his tone full of ridicule.

The sturdy man's face turned pale in an instant, he felt like he had been fooled.

"Boy, you are looking for death!" He roared, and swung his fist as big as a casserole at Wu Hen.

Wu Hen did not dodge or evade, allowing the fist to fall on him.

With a dull thud, the sturdy man's fist seemed to hit a steel plate, causing his arm to go numb.

On the other hand, Wu Hen seemed as if nothing had happened and was still standing there with a smile on his face.

"Brother, your fist is a little weak. Is it because of kidney deficiency?" Wu Hen looked like he deserved a beating.

The strong man was furious and attacked again with his fists.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not hurt Wu Hen at all.

Wu Hen is like a solid wall of steel. No matter how strong the wind and rain are, I will remain unmoved.

"Enough." Lin Qiye said lightly.

He snapped his fingers and a chopstick shot out like an arrow, accurately piercing Boss Han's right shoulder.

"Ah!" Boss Han let out a scream, fell to the ground holding his shoulder, blood gushing out.

"We are not prisoners and are not under the control of your prison guards."

Lin Qiye glanced at everyone coldly, "This is just a warning. If you dare to provoke us again, you will bear the consequences."

After saying that, he turned and left.

An Qing'er walked to Boss Han, picked up the chopsticks on the ground, and looked at them carefully.

Then he changed the angle and stabbed the chopsticks into Boss Han's right shoulder again.

"He didn't completely destroy you, but now I have." An Qing'er said expressionlessly, then turned around and followed Lin Qiye.

Wu Hen made a "yeah" gesture to Boss Han who was lying on the ground, then whistled and followed him leisurely.

"Hey, wait for me!"

Wu Hen caught up with Lin Qiye and An Qing'er and said with a smile,

"Lao Lin, Sister Qing'er, where are we going next? I'm hungry, let's go get a good meal!"

Lin Qiye ignored Wu Hen and walked straight forward.

An Qing'er still had no expression on her face and said nothing.

Suddenly, there was a commotion ahead.

Wu Hen looked up and saw a group of people gathered together, seemingly arguing about something.

"Let's go and take a look." Lin Qiye said.

The three men walked to the front of the crowd and saw a ragged old man being beaten by several prison guards.

The old man was beaten black and blue and was dying.

"Stop!" Lin Qiye shouted.