Super son-in-law of a beautiful president

The smoke-scarred man glanced at the gleaming machete in his hand, full of murderous intent.

"Boy, didn't you expect that? You came to visit me so soon." The smoke-scarred man tightened his grip on the machete.

The string of new and old smoke scars on his arm is truly terrifying.

Lu Ping glanced at him: "I didn't bring any presents, so this is called a visit? You're just picking locks and breaking into houses, and you can be sentenced."

The smoke-scarred man snorted coldly: "M, you're quite calm! You're quite humorous! You're going to become disabled soon, and you'll spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair. Don't you feel it? Get down on your knees, give me a hand!" Kowtow to admit your mistake, lick your toes, maybe my brothers and I can be more gentle."

His group of subordinates suddenly laughed and laughed.

A yellow-haired man pointed at Lu Ping with a machete, grinned and scolded: "I didn't understand what the boss said, kneel down!"

"Okay, I'll help you!" Lu Ping's expression froze!
"Ouch……"

Huang Mao's knees hurt and softened, and he knelt down!

Lu Ping's kick was too fast, no one could clearly see how it was kicked.

Only Huangmao's groans and the sound of the machete falling to the ground were heard.

"I can't stand yellow-haired mobs like you. You have to dye your hair like this!" When Lu Ping saw him, he thought of another guy with yellow hair, the guy who collected usury.

It is estimated that the yellow hair has been washed into the sea by now, right?

The yellow hair in front of him explained with a grievance on his face: "I was born with this, not dyed!"

"M's, there are two tricks!" Yan Ba ​​snorted coldly.

But he definitely wouldn't take Lu Ping, a small driver, seriously.

Even if Huang Mao was kicked, it was pure luck.

And I have worked hard through actual combat, following Brother Shan to sweep the rivers and lakes, it is rare to meet an opponent.

What's more, he still holds a sharp weapon!

I remembered that at the dinner table that day, this guy pretended to be Mr. Hou under the banner of Mr. Hou, forcing Brother Shan to break walnuts and himself to burn cigarette scars. How can he bear this bad breath?

Now, if it falls into Lao Tzu's hands, there will be no good end!

The smoke-scarred man swung his machete, wishing for the pleasure of avenging his shame, the corners of his mouth smugly raised higher and higher, just waiting for his brothers to chop this fellow down to the ground, and then go up himself and break his tendons...

Cool!Happy!

Suddenly, his hands went numb, and the smile he raised suddenly stopped.

With a clang, the machete in his hand fell to the ground.

In the retina, there seems to be a phantom imprint and a gust of wind.

Was that another kick from Lu Ping?
what's the situation?Is it so fast?
Why didn't you react at all?

The smoke-scarred man had a complex expression, with a hint of innocent affection.

It felt like I spent a lot of money to marry my wife, and before I could hold my hand, I was let into the bridal chamber by my rival... The feeling was hard to describe.

Immediately, he shouted angrily: "Cut him, what the fuck are you doing in a daze? Come on, hack him to death!"

"Ah—" There was a shock.

Another guy looking for death rushed forward with a knife!
It's a pity that before he could hold the knife firmly, he was slapped by Lu Ping, turned around several times, and counted the stars.

The others backed away in fright.

"Come on, let's go together!" Lu Ping called with his hands clasped.

But how could they have a chance to make a move?

Three times, five times and two times, I saw Lu Ping waved it lightly a few times, and one by one, they all lay down.

"Damn, isn't this too good at fighting?" After witnessing the opponent's crisp and sharp skills, the smoke-scarred man who was about to pick up the machete and fight again was dumbfounded.

He felt that there was no need to fight back anymore.

If you fight back, you can only suffer more beatings.

The point is, from the beginning to the end, I and these brothers failed to make a single cut!

They were all knocked down without even touching each other's hairs!

"It's so useless, how dare you bring it to your door!" Lu Ping took out a cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it.

Then he sat cross-legged on the sofa, exhaled smoke rings, and said to these remnants and defeated generals: "The guys line up neatly, facing me, and kneel down!"

Everyone is in various postures such as lying on their stomachs and squatting. You look at me, and I look at you.

Perhaps out of face, no one is willing to take the lead in bowing their heads.

"Disobedient children need to be educated!" Lu Ping touched an iron rod from the ground.

Walk over, pick up the man with the cigarette scar, and hit the butt with a stick!
"Oh……"

The smoke-scarred man pushed his dick forward hard in pain, and his body jumped up.

clap clap clap!
Everyone got a stick on their ass!
The strength was mastered just right, and the skin was ripped apart and blossomed.

It hurts to look at it!
Pain makes people smarter, and obedience is the last word.

In this way, someone finally figured it out and knelt down first.

Immediately afterwards, the assembly line, all kneeling.

The smoke-scarred man was their leader after all, and he was the last to kneel in order to preserve his dignity.

In the end, Lu Ping took another stick!
The reason is very simple, he is the boss and doesn't take the lead, if you don't beat him, who will you beat?
They lined up consciously, and their postures were finally unified.

They all touched their buttocks with their hands, and looked at Lu Ping wistfully and pitifully.

It seems to be asking God for forgiveness.

"Brother, we... We were also assigned by Brother Shan..." The man with the smoke scar was sweating profusely, begging for mercy from Lu Ping.

At critical moments, brothers are unreliable.

Before people asked, this guy first confessed the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Who are you calling brother? Are you worthy?" Lu Ping glared at him.

The smoke-scarred man quickly changed his words: "Not worthy, not worthy! Brother, you know that we are all under Xiao Dingshan's subordinates. We dare not not listen to his words. If you let us go, we will never dare again..."

"Brother? I'm not as old as you, call me Grandpa!"

"Grandpa...yeah!"

"The pronunciation is not accurate, it is not one tone, but two tones!"

"Grandpa...Grandpa..."

"If I had such a disappointing grandson like you, I would have committed suicide in anger!"

The smoke-scarred man is full of grievances, he can't be called this, he can't be called that, what is he called, you can give me some hints!

"Okay, don't be afraid, anyway, you didn't hurt me, did you? So, I won't do anything to you, let's be honest and settle the score first."

"For... what account?"

The smoke-scarred man and his subordinates have black lines all over their faces!
Yes, we didn't hurt you, but we were all seriously injured!
Is it really okay for you to say such sarcastic remarks at this time?
Lu Ping looked at the door, then turned his head to look at the air conditioner on the wall, and said, "The door lock can't be pried in vain, and the air conditioner can't be blown in vain. Is there anything wrong with this?"

"We'll pay, we'll pay you..." The smoke-scarred man took the lead in voting.

"However, the door lock is old anyway, rusty, the air conditioner is second-hand, and the electricity bill is not expensive in this community, so adding it up, it doesn't cost much..." Lu Ping snapped his fingers.

The smoke-scarred man was so moved that he almost cried, this hero is so humane!
If it was someone else, the lion must have opened his mouth.

Kind people!

"Then, let's charge you 20 for now. Come on, cash, mobile phones, and valuables can all be discounted. You are the boss, let's start with you!" Lu Ping pointed at the man with the smoke scar and said with a look of loss .

Isn't the gap between the words before and after this too big?

The smoke-scarred man is really going to cry this time!

"20? Is this...too much?" the smoke-scarred man bargained.

The grievance in his heart!

Nima, didn't you just pick the old lock and turn on the air conditioner for a while?

Does the combination of lock cylinder and electricity cost more than 200 yuan?

My heart is so dark that I even asked for 20 from us!
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PS: Ladies and gentlemen, door locks cannot be pried for nothing, air conditioners cannot be blown for nothing, and books cannot be read for nothing. Is there anything wrong with this?

But the door lock is old, and the air conditioner is also second-hand... But the book is a new book, a hot new book, so I want to bookmark, recommend tickets, cheers, etc., this is not too much, right?