773: C773 Your End will Only be Death

C773 Your End will Only be Death

Xing Kun's seven or eight little brothers had put all of their money into Lin Fei's hands.

Lin Fei accepted the money and kicked Xing Kun to the side.

"My waist!" Xing Kun arched his back like a shrimp, his hands covering Qin Lie's waist. The pain made him want to die.

On the other hand, Lin Fei continued to count the money Xing Kun and his little brothers had given him.

After roughly counting, Lin Fei found that he had twenty thousand yuan in his hands.

This scene caused everyone to be dumbstruck.

Lin Fei had beaten Xing Kun to such a state, yet Qin Lie still hadn't run away.

It was one thing if he didn't run, but he was still in the mood to count the bills.

How big Lin Fei's heart was!

Xing Kun's seven or eight minions quickly helped him up.

At this moment, Xing Kun was in a terrible state to look at.

There were two bloody holes in his head. The blood that flowed from his head dyed his face and his clothes.

Xing Kun endured the pain, pointing at Lin Fei and roaring at the top of his lungs, "Go and kill him!"

Xing Kun's words caused the onlookers to cast their gazes towards Lin Fei.

Looking at Lin Fei, Lin Fei acted as if nothing had happened and elegantly put the money in his pocket.

From start to finish, Lin Fei had not even glanced at Xing Kun and his little brothers.

This caused the onlookers to look at Lin Fei as if they were looking at a lunatic.

They couldn't help but begin to discuss this amongst themselves.

"Is this brat stupid? He's in the mood to care about money, wants money, doesn't care about his life. He's talking about people like him."

"If I were him, I would definitely kneel in front of Xing Kun and beg for his forgiveness. I won't allow anyone from the Sea Sand Gang to offend me."

"This kid can't have come out of a mental hospital, right? He is actually standing here waiting for death. "

"..."

As they discussed the matter, Xing Kun's seven or eight minions brandished their staffs and charged towards Lin Fei.

Seeing that, the surrounding people who were bustling with noise and excitement were so scared that they shrunk their heads back.

And Lin Fei? Yet he didn't even look at Xing Kun's seven or eight minions.

A short while later.

Xing Kun's seven or eight minions had already rushed in front of Lin Fei.

Xing Kun saw Lin Fei standing there motionless. He grinned, a cruel smile on his face.

He could already see Lin Fei being hit by seven or eight sticks.

The next moment.

As Xing Kun had wished, Lin Fei had indeed been hit by seven or eight sticks.1

"Little bastard, now do you know the outcome of hitting me? If you hit me, Xing Kun, your only outcome will be death! "

After Xing Kun finished speaking, he began to laugh loudly.

The onlookers revealed pity and sympathy in their eyes.

Suddenly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The cruel expressions on Xing Kun's seven or eight subordinates froze.

Why is that so?

That was because they saw that the club in their hands was broken.

When they looked at Lin Fei's body, their expressions were as though they had seen a ghost. They actually saw that Lin Fei's body wasn't injured in the slightest.

How was this possible?

Could Lin Fei's body be made of steel?

Even if they were to crack their brains, they wouldn't be able to understand this problem.

The sticks they used were made of black iron wood.

The hardness of this kind of black iron wood was comparable to steel.

But, even so, the rod in their hands still broke.

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