Doomsday is King Reborn

"If you want to touch Xiaoqiang, you have to step over my corpse first!"

"My life, Wu Jianguo, is worthless!"

"But I know what morality and affection are. You shoot!" Wu Feng's father, holding the barrel of the gun tightly, closed his eyes immediately, and pretended to die generously.

This scene made the Woniu villagers who had just persuaded Wu Feng's father feel red-faced and ashamed.

As for the old wolf, his eyes flashed, and the hand holding the gun trembled a little.

Of course, he wasn't shocked by Wu Feng's father.

Instead, when he heard the word Wu Jianguo, he instinctively thought of Wu Feng.

The same surname is Wu.

Shouldn't it be...

An ominous premonition faintly rose in the old wolf's heart, but before he was about to change his attitude, a voice came down from the sky.

"Old wolf!"

"You put a gun to my father's head!"

"Don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Chapter 144 The Sword Slashes the Old Wolf

Wu Feng's voice came from the windows of the lattice room on the third floor. He obviously didn't yell, but everyone in the factory dormitory could hear him clearly.

Especially the old wolf, when he looked up and saw Wu Feng with half of his body sticking out of the window, his hands trembled.

He hurriedly wanted to take back the bird order.

However, the barrel of the gun was tightly held by Wu Jianguo, and he couldn't take it back for a while.

This made him quickly shout: "Brother Wu Feng!"

"This is a misunderstanding!"

"I didn't know this was your father..." In desperation, the old wolf let go of the bird handle in his hand. He didn't want to turn against Wu Feng because of this matter, and fight to the death.

However, Lao Lang's explanation and Wu Jianguo's sluggishness did not affect Wu Feng's decision.

Seeing his father returning safely, and seeing his brother Gao Qiang lying on a stretcher covered in blood, Wu Feng felt relieved at first, and then he decided to kill Lao Lang.

Before Wu Feng didn't kill the old wolf, he was completely worried about his parents.

Now, both parents are safe and sound.

Wu Feng felt that there was no need to delay any longer.

"Ha ha!"

"This misunderstanding, these explanations, you go talk to those survivors who were driven out of the cement factory by you!"

"Perhaps, they are all waiting for you in hell!"

Wu Feng smiled lightly, and then, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people below, and the silent watching of thousands of survivors in the factory dormitory, he jumped up.

Yes.

He jumped directly from the window on the third floor.

Straightforward.

When his body was in mid-air, he had already pulled out the machete at his waist, turned into a golden light, and slashed down on the old wolf head-on.

"what?"

"Damn!"

"You bastard!"

"I treated you so courteously, but you actually shot at me?" Lao Lang's hairs started to rise almost instantly, and he completely regretted it at this time.

I regret not letting the crowd attack Wu Feng directly.

Regret letting go of the hand that held Bird Tong.

I regret not killing Wu Feng's father with one shot.

However, it was all too late.

He tried his best to snatch the Niao Tong from Wu Feng's father's hand, but he hadn't waited for him to make a move.

The machete in Wu Feng's hand had already fallen.

"Pfft!" Blood splashed.

There is no earth-shattering shock as everyone imagined, and there is no fighting between dragons and tigers.

Wu Feng killing the old wolf is like killing a chicken or a pig.

Simply, neatly.

The machete wrapped in a faint golden light cut the old wolf in half from head to tail.

A line of blood first spread down the old wolf's head, and finally, his whole body was divided into two symmetrical halves vertically, and he fell to the ground with a thump.

"Puff Chi Chi..." Blood water seemed to splash out desperately.

Drenched the heads and faces of several survivors who were closest to the old wolf. They first looked at the scene in front of them hesitantly, and then when they raised their hands to touch the blood on their faces, they immediately wowed, fell backwards and fell to the ground, constantly move backwards.

His eyes were full of fear and collapse.

"Ouch..." On the other side, even Wu Feng's father, the Woniu villagers who hated the old wolf, and the survivors in the dormitory of the factory workers who only dared to peek through the windows all felt their stomachs churning. .

He vomited wildly.

Wu Feng's mother's face was white with fright, and she was on the verge of falling. If it wasn't for the support of the grass, she might have been sitting on the ground.

"Xiao, Xiaofeng..." Wu Feng's mother couldn't accept it.

How could the son who was chatting happily with her just now turned into a demonic killing god in an instant.

How ugly is the old wolf?

The survivors of the entire Yunshan Cement Plant wished for his death.