The school beauty tortured me physically and mentally, and I was reborn as a licking dog and cut off

Chapter 466 I also have the right to be unhappy

Fan Zhishan's arms were shaking, and the fear in his heart was surging like a gaping wound that was bleeding profusely.

He was always the one threatening others, he was always the one shooting others, and it was always others who died.

The young man in front of me is only in his early twenties, with a skinny body and ordinary looks. Why do you dare to mess with him!

Seeing that the little brother he had recruited was almost scared silly.

Mr. Fan gritted his teeth, and his two cloudy eyeballs were about to pop out.

He stamped his foot and yelled, "You cowards, open your eyes wide!"

"Scared to death, huh? Your legs are shaking, right? That Ji guy is nothing! If you don't kill him today, anyone can shit on our territory in the future!"

"Don't forget, why are you a bunch of cowards following me? Do you want wealth and glory? If you are not willing to sacrifice your life, you will never be able to stand out!"

Fan Zhishan's loud howling gave his team some courage, but the effect was limited.

The minions who follow President Fan are not stupid, and they still have their guns held high. Besides, they only have one life, and if they are dead, how can they have a chance to stand out?

For a moment, many younger brothers looked at each other for a second, shrank their necks tacitly, and did not rush out immediately as Boss Fan thought.

But there were also several loyal subordinates who had followed Fan Zhishan for many years and expressed their agreement and support for their big brother's words.

The leader, who was of a higher rank, saw that his younger brothers were timid and indifferent to what their eldest brother said. His cheeks puffed up in an instant and he kicked hard at the gang member closest to him.

The cursing voice is full of loyalty to the superiors.

"You've forgotten how Big Brother trained you, haven't you?"

"Which of you isn't a beggar, a worthless life?"

"If it weren't for Big Brother, how could a bunch of you scoundrels and cowards have sex with women, eat shark fin, and live a respectable life?"

"I'm letting you guys go now because I think highly of you, but you're putting on airs in front of me?"

This senior henchman spoke with great passion.

When he got excited, he kicked the calf of a lower-ranking brother.

"Get the fuck on top of me, you hear me! Otherwise I'll stab you first!"

Ji Lengming saw Fan Zhishan and his gang quarreling, but he did not let down his guard because they were afraid of death and started a internal conflict.

On the contrary, his vigilance was even more serious than at the beginning.

Fan Zhishan is a cunning man and will definitely kill me.

In order to turn defeat into victory, this man cursed and acted dissatisfied openly, but secretly arranged for his confidants to launch a surprise attack.

This kind of thing is not impossible.

as predicted.

Young people are as meticulous as dust.

With a quick glance, he caught a glimpse of Fan Zhishan winking at the senior henchman who was still making an impassioned speech about "offering loyalty to the leader."

The wink was a very quick and fleeting gesture.

If I hadn't let my guard down, I might have suffered a loss at the hands of the other party.

Ji Lengming remained calm.

at this time.

The senior henchman received the signal and his expression changed instantly.

His hands were as fast as lightning, and he pulled over the timid cannon fodder who had been kicked twice.

The little follower who had always refused to risk his life was now resigned to his fate and hung his head.

Suddenly he felt a huge force strangling his breath.

Then, the whole person was easily twisted and fixed.

And in the blink of an eye, like a puppet, he acted as a human shield for another person.

Just when almost everyone in the audience's eyes were fixed on the senior henchman.

Seeing that the time had come, Fan Zhishan acted quickly.

He is also a ruthless person.

No matter how much pain the hand with a bullet hole in it hurts.

He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and pulled out the gun from his waist with trembling hands.

His bloody right hand rubbed against the expensive clothes, and then touched the polymer gun body. His five fingers, which were in pain, bent down with all his strength and finally hooked out the weapon for self-defense.

Mr. Fan is fat, but his movements are surprisingly agile.

At the moment when the Glock pistol fell from his waist, the middle-aged man leaned sideways, reached down with his left hand, and caught the weapon in an instant.

Immediately, the left arm holding the gun drew an arc in the air with great momentum.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at Ji Lengming's head not far away.

Countless sinister expressions flashed across Fan Zhishan's fat face.

He held the gun in his left hand and was about to pull the trigger under the cover of his senior henchmen.

At the critical moment, when everyone thought everything was settled.

Between the sudden.

The young man, who was well prepared, had an arrogant and cold look in his eyes and moved his body at will.

His thin shoulders pressed down slightly.

Under the beautiful blue sky with bright sunshine, a third simple "puff" sound was heard.

Another bullet was fired.

It seemed to respond to Ji Lengming's declaration of "crippling your other hand", and it came roaring like fate.

Then, the gun brutally smashed Fan Zhishan's finger on the trigger, along with half of his palm, with bones turned outward and flesh and blood flying everywhere.

"what!"

"what!"

The heart-wrenching pain caused Fan Zhishan to howl in agony, resounding through the sky.

At the same time, no matter whether they were high-ranking henchmen or low-level followers, they all became panicked and their hearts trembled.

Mr. Fan was in so much pain that he became unsteady on his feet and stumbled repeatedly.

He looked somewhat miserable.

His hands were red and black, and blood was dripping from them. A pool of blood gathered on the cement floor.

The Glock self-defense pistol on his body was broken into half and was lying in a pool of blood.

The fragments of the exploded gun body, mixed with minced meat, stuck to the middle-aged man's expensive shirt and trouser legs.

The whole person looked like he was stuffed into a meat grinder in a slaughterhouse and then pulled out in an emergency.

The leaders of these gangs have only ever seen Fan Zhishan being in high spirits, but have never witnessed the miserable side of their boss.

Now, in the blink of an eye, both hands were crippled.

A feeling of fear, dread, and despair gradually spread among the crowd.

I don't know who mentioned it softly.

"Should...should we call the police?"

Then someone responded in a quieter voice.

"Calling the police...seems useless. I just tried, and no one answered. I called several times, and no one answered."

"Have you forgotten? Mr. Fan specifically told the police not to interfere. They won't answer any calls now. They've already taken a long vacation!"

"Then what should we do? Boss Fan is almost dead!"

"How about... just surrender? It's not targeting us anyway!"

The voices of people whispering to each other were very low, but they were amplified infinitely in the spacious small square.

Ji Lengming was close by, and upon hearing that, the cool expression on his handsome face almost broke.

Sun Biao, who was sitting in the car, listened to the general idea and laughed out loud so hard that he almost got a stitch in the side.

He even poked Han Daoren several times with his elbow and jokingly said, "Quick! Someone is calling the police, Officer Han, help them and serve the people!"

"Hahaha, how did these guys become kings of the mountain? It's making me laugh to death!"

When Fan Zhishan heard this, his face turned red and white.

'White' comes from pain, 'red' comes from anger.

The senior henchmen glanced at their own boss, Mr. Fan, and felt a little embarrassed.

He couldn't help but yell in anger.

"Call the police? What police?! Damn it! There are so many of us, do we really need the police?"

"Look carefully, Ji is holding a broken SIG, and the magazine is only full of 8 rounds!"

"Boss Fan is a man of honor. He's already taken two rounds for everyone. As for the remaining rounds, you cowards, each of you can take one. Are you still worried that you can't kill Ji?"

"Besides, this entire gang, every corner, is filled with people arranged by the boss!"

"How scared are you!"

"Everyone, take out your walkie-talkies, crank up the signal, and call the brothers outside in!"

"I want to see who has more knives, us or who is tougher than Ji!"

These highly inflammatory words immediately ignited the emotions of the gangsters and minions present.

Yup!

There are so many brothers surrounding the field, why are you afraid of them?

Even if each of them uses one knife, it is enough to cut the Ji guy into eight pieces!

Many people present frantically pressed the walkie-talkies on their waists in order to survive.

Ji Lengming stood aside, ignoring the group's meaningless attempts to survive.

He never forgot his business.

Walked a few steps forward.

Suddenly, a group of minions who surrounded him, holding baseball bats and electric batons and frantically pressing signal buttons, retreated in unison as if they had encountered a flood or a beast.

The young man turned a blind eye and stood five meters away from Fan Zhishan.

"Mr. Fan, let me ask you again, where is Wen Wan now?"

Fan Zhishan's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at Ji Lengming with hatred. He said nothing, just gasped for air.

Seeing that the other party was so tough, Ji Lengming suddenly smiled.

He immediately raised his wrist.

The fourth bullet hit the forehead of the senior leader who had just instigated his subordinates to wave people.

Blood mist and brain matter flew everywhere.

The fire of hope that had just ignited among the thugs was extinguished.

Accompanied by the sound of a senior henchman falling to the ground.

Ji Lengming raised his chin slightly, and his usually humble and warm eyes and brows now revealed another kind of deeply suppressed madness.

"Mr. Fan, I think you and your people haven't figured out a situation yet."

"From the moment I show up, you no longer have the final say in this territory."

"It's true that the magazine can only hold eight bullets, but who stipulated that I can only carry eight bullets?"

"You can remain silent, and I have the right to be unhappy."

"If I'm unhappy, I really don't mind slaughtering your entire gang!"

Fan Zhishan stammered with his cracked lips.

The pain in both arms went deep into his bones, and two of his men died.

He was filled with hatred but also with panic.

The deep fear made his legs swing unconsciously in his trouser legs.

But he had to maintain a stern look on his face.

His voice was hoarse.

"Ji, don't win!"

"Don't forget, this entire hall, every corner, is full of people arranged by me!"

"At my command, my brothers, come at me with your swords. One blow from each of you is enough to chop you into pulp!"

Ji Lengming's eyes flashed.

He asked knowingly, "Oh? So many of you were using the intercoms just now, so why didn't you see your brothers hiding in the corners appear?"

"Could it be that they sensed something was wrong and ran away early?"

Fan Zhishan was speechless for a moment.

He was also puzzled by this question.

Our walkie-talkies haven't responded yet. Is it because the frequency isn't tuned correctly? Or is there a device malfunction?

It is impossible that all frequency bands are wrong and all equipment are malfunctioning!

Fan Zhishan had a bad feeling, but still retained hope.

He thought to himself: At this stage, the only way is to lead people to force a breakthrough. As long as I run to the alleys outside the square and meet up with my other brothers, the Ji guy will not be able to do anything to me anymore!

The more Mr. Fan thought about it, the more he felt that this method had the greatest chance of survival.

Then, without thinking twice, he made up his mind, roared at his subordinates who were already stunned around him, and howled to the sky.

"Why don't you run to the alley? Are you just standing there waiting to die?"

This roar.

This woke up the thugs who were trying to survive.

Then he regained consciousness, turned around and ran away.

When the others saw someone running away, they stood there in shock for a second, and then, as if inspired, they decisively joined the fleeing team.

Fan Zhishan looked at the chaotic scene with great satisfaction. He was also supported by others and took advantage of the chaos to join the fleeing army.

Sun Biao looked at the group of people running away with their tails between their legs and pissing their pants, and sneered with disdain.

"I thought you were so tough, but you've lost all your f***ing dignity!"

"If you put it on me, all the flesh will be peeled off, and your spine won't even bend!"

Han Daoren glanced at the two bodies on the concrete floor with a worried look on his face.

With mixed feelings, he continued, "They're all just bullies. They can bully the villagers at ordinary times, but when they really meet a tough guy, they're lucky they didn't wet their pants!"

After saying that, he looked at Ji Lengming.

Just wanted to speak.

Suddenly, the intercom device placed on the center console of the car beeped.

Then, someone spoke.

They are the ordinary people of S City who have been hiding in the alleys for a long time.

"We couldn't wait any longer, so we cleaned up the scum in the alley ahead of time. Didn't that delay anything for you?"

Han Daoren was about to say something.

But Ji Lengming had reached into the car at some point and took the walkie-talkie away openly.

Ji Lengming saw that Fan Zhishan and so many of his men were unable to contact the outside world, and guessed that the people of S City who were lying in ambush outside had taken action in advance.

Looking at it now, it is indeed the case.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with taking action early, but instead thought the timing was just right.

The young man spoke lightly into the microphone.

"It didn't delay us at all."

"I just have to trouble you again."

"Fan Zhishan and his men have fled from here and are heading into the alleys."

"There are about ten of them. If you see them, arrest them if you can. If you can't, that's fine. Your own safety comes first."

"Oh, right."

"That fat, bloody fellow with his hands is Fan Zhishan, the one who bullied and oppressed you."

"you…"

The words have not yet fallen.

Waves of jubilation could be heard from the intercom.