3144: C3144 No Backbone

C3144 No Backbone

This figure was none other than Heng Yanlin.

No one had expected Heng Yanlin to appear so quickly.

Even the thirty-fifth big fat man had never thought that Heng Yanlin would appear here in the blink of an eye.

Immediately, the pupils of the thirty-fifth tall fatty suddenly shrunk. Immediately, he let out a low roar. Immediately, the enormous palm that was swung out paused at this moment. After which, with a 'bang', the thirty-fifth tall fatty turned around and fled.

He was clearly a very tall and fat figure, but his running speed was actually very swift and fierce. He was just like a cheetah, and a 'huhuhuhu' wind was emitted from his surroundings.

Looking at Number Thirty-Five leaving this place at lightning speed, Heng Yanlin's handsome face was filled with calmness. However, under his sharp brows, his eyes were overflowing with a cold killing intent. Immediately, he slightly opened his lips. He let out a sigh and shook his head gently. He said to the fleeing figure of Number Thirty-Five, "It's really a pity... I've already given you a chance, but it's a pity... You don't want to cherish it. "

If the thirty-fifth tall fatty had fled immediately after hearing the warning of the thirty-third middle-aged man, Heng Yanlin was afraid that he wouldn't have had the chance to kill the thirty-fifth tall fatty, because the distance and time were indeed not enough.

Unfortunately, the thirty-fifth tall fat man was too greedy. He couldn't resist the temptation and wanted to kill Ayres to complete the mission, but unfortunately... Because of this pause, Heng Yanlin had already arrived.

The tall fatty, Number 35, naturally knew that he didn't have a chance, so he quickly retracted his palm and turned around to escape.

But it was really too late.

Immediately, Heng Yanlin's eyes became incomparably sharp. Immediately, he clenched his hand. A terrifying force erupted from his body, before it brazenly blasted towards the empty space.

"Buzz!"

A terrifying fist imprint was glowing with a golden light. It was like the fist imprint of a Heavenly God. It emitted an extremely frightening strength as it whistled out and swept across the sky. Its speed was swift and swift like lightning. In the blink of an eye, it had already arrived behind the thirty-fifth tall fatty.

The 35th tall fatty immediately felt his scalp go numb. He felt a strong sense of danger surging behind him. He suddenly turned his head and saw a huge golden fist print shining brightly as it pressed down on him.

The 35th tall fatty immediately let out a strange cry. Then, he circulated his spiritual energy with all his might and gathered it on his hands. Then, he struck out.

Buzz!

Instantly, the void trembled. Then, the hands of the thirty-fifth tall fatty suddenly became bigger, and like a cattail leaf fan, he smashed toward the golden fist.

"Boom!"

The two collided violently in midair, and a loud sound that shook the sky and earth erupted.

In an instant, the golden fist, which contained a wild and violent force, destroyed the huge palm of the thirty-fifth tall fatty in an instant. Immediately, his flesh and blood became a mess. The thirty-fifth tall fatty let out an incomparably miserable cry. After which, the golden fist was like a mountain. It ruthlessly smashed down with the force of Mount Tai.

The thirty-fifth tall fatty did not have any ability to resist at all. He was directly suppressed by the golden fist and completely turned into a pool of blood and mud.

Seeing Number Thirty-Five turn into a pool of blood, Number Thirty-Three, who was bound in the distance, gently shook his head. He let out a sigh and said, "I've already reminded you. If you don't seize the opportunity to escape, there won't be anyone left now, right?"

When he saw Number Thirty-Five turn into a puddle of blood, Number Thirty-Three, Number Eight, curled his lips and said, "I've already warned you. If you don't seize the opportunity to escape, there won't be anyone left, right? The middle-aged man was captured alive. The other comrades of the Assassin League were scared out of their wits. They didn't dare to attack anymore and fled in all directions. The strength that Heng Yanlin had displayed was too horrifying.

After killing the thirty-fifth tall fatty, Heng Yanlin turned his head to look at Ayres and asked, "How is it? Are you alright?"

At this moment, Ayres looked at Heng Yanlin with stars in his eyes. She was full of admiration. She really did not expect Heng Yanlin to be so handsome. She couldn't help pursing her lips and shaking her head. She opened her cherry mouth and said, "I'm fine. Thank you, Mr. Lin. Thank you so much. "

Heng Yanlin was relieved to hear what Ayres said. He looked at Ayres and said, "In that case, you should contact your family first."

Ayres nodded and said to Heng Yanlin, "Mr. Lin, wait for a while. I will contact my family first."

Heng Yanlin nodded at him, then turned his head and walked towards the middle-aged man with a mustache.

Looking at Heng Yanlin's figure, Ayres' eyes were filled with adoration. He thought to himself, "Why is there such a perfect man in this world..."

Thinking of this, Ayres quickly reacted. He reached out his hand and gently patted his cheek. He thought to himself, Ayres, when did you become so infatuated? No, no, get rid of this idea from my mind!

Thinking of this, Ayres took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Then, she took out her communication device and started to contact the head of the Lu family, Lu Yang.0

As for Heng Yanlin, he had already walked up to the middle-aged man with the mustache number thirty-three. He opened his mouth and was about to say something when the middle-aged man with the mustache number thirty-three spoke first.

"I surrender!"

Heng Yanlin was dumbfounded.

"I..."

Heng Yanlin had just said one word when the middle-aged man with the mustache continued to interrupt him. "I can tell you whatever you want to know. As long as you don't kill me, I'm willing to do anything!"

... ""

Heng Yanlin looked at the middle-aged man with the mustache. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He really hadn't thought of this. He didn't know how to answer the question.

After a while, Heng Yanlin and Heng Yanlin stared at each other. Finally, it was Heng Yanlin who spoke first. "So, are the people of your Assassin League so cowardly?"

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