Chapter 132 If I tell you to die, you must die; if I tell you to get out, you must get out

Lei Lao Hu, whose real name is Lei Zhen, is said to have been a martial monk at the Shaolin Temple in Songshan before he came to Shanghai.

Because he was jealous of someone in Ruhualou in the county town at the foot of the mountain, he broke the rules of sex and killing! He was chased by the Shaolin Temple Law Enforcement Hall all the way, but he was always able to escape danger with his natural strength and horizontal training kung fu, and he became the Thunder Tiger of Shanghai with his good skills!

Although he is now over forty years old, his supernatural power has not diminished in the slightest. He once tested himself and found that he has a strength of a thousand pounds!

But at this moment, the so-called divine power was like a joke in front of Song Tianen.

No matter how hard he tried, his face turned red like Guan Gong and sweat kept oozing out of his forehead like a shower, he couldn't pull his hand out and couldn't chop down!
In contrast, Song Tianen on the other side looked calm and composed, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, as if to say, "Sick cat! Is that all the strength you have?"

Lei Lao Hu couldn't stand such contemptuous looks. His muscles bulged and his skin turned red in an instant.

He is not a chameleon. This is not the case that his skin has changed color. Rather, it is the result of his reckless use of internal energy, which has caused the capillaries in his body to burst and the blood to cover the entire subcutaneous tissue.

Of course, this price also doubled his strength!
Crunch!

In this terrifying struggle, the blue bricks under the feet of the two men sank and even turned into powder.

However, the result was cruel. Even with such a huge sacrifice, the divine power he gained still could not move his arm at all.

"Humph, that's all!"

The cat and mouse game is officially over!
Under Lei Lao Hu's incredulous gaze, Song Tianen slowly pressed his arms down, and then twisted them to the left and right.

giggle!
I saw that the arm as thick as a brown bear's front paw was constantly twisted and turned by the relatively "slender" arm.

Thirty degrees. Fifty degrees. Ninety degrees. One hundred and twenty degrees. Three hundred and sixty degrees.
Puff puff puff! Lei Lao Hu's hands gradually became twisted, his skin burst, his muscles collapsed, blood splattered, and his bones broke.

The pain was like hell, so much so that Lei Lao Hu couldn't even utter a scream.

However, this was just the beginning. There was no mercy in Song Tianen's eyes. He turned his palms and continued to twist.

Blah blah blah!

Lei Laohu's arm was like a wet towel at this moment, being constantly rotated, and blood and bone marrow were constantly twisted out like water, spraying on the ground that had become mud, forming a ball of blood mud.

With a thud, Lei Lao Hu couldn't bear it anymore and fell to his knees, his mouth opening and closing: "Please, let me go!"

"Humph!"

Song Tianen increased his strength again.

With a ripping sound, Lei Lao Hu's arms were turned into a ball of meat paste like rags under the extreme twisting force.

Lei Lao Hu, who was kneeling on the ground, opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth as wide as possible, wanting to howl miserably.

But at this time, Song Tianen's palms turned into a crane's beak and he pierced Lei Lao Hu's vagus acupoint with both peaks.

Hmm! Lei Lao Hu's eyes quickly filled with bloodshot, and a shrill voice like that of a castrated eunuch came out of his mouth, and then he fell backwards heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

Unbelievable, horrible, cruel!
Everyone in the newspaper office was dumbfounded and remained silent for a long time. From the time Song Tianen ran down the stairs to the time he killed Lei Lao Hu, less than ten seconds passed, yet these people felt as if every second was a year.

Some people even felt so uncomfortable that they started vomiting when they bent down.

Of course there was one exception. Zhan Shizhuo's face turned pale and he cursed in his heart, wondering what kind of monster Ruxian brought back.

He wanted to take advantage of the fact that everyone's attention seemed to be still in shock, and slowly retreated: "Damn it, if Lei Lao Hu can't kill you, I'll ask the Imperial Army for help. Can you be more powerful than machine guns? Tanks? Cannons?"

However, before he could take half a step back.

call out!
A stone came flying through the air like a bullet and went straight through his head. Zhan Shizhuo's head jerked back and he seemed to feel his whole body floating more and more as if he was about to fall into eternal darkness.

"Hey, do you have any objection to me killing this traitor?" Song Tianen asked in a tone that seemed like a question but was actually affirmative.

The newspaper members waved their hands: "No problem, of course no problem!"

clap clap.

Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire at the door, and the newspaper members all ducked in hiding.

Even Song Tianen was on guard, thinking that support from the Red Knife Society had arrived.

But a long-haired man and a short-haired woman were seen holding submachine guns and firing a volley of bullets at each of the surviving Red Knife Society thugs outside the newspaper office.

The short-haired girl grabbed one of the survivors and yelled, "Where's Lei Lao Hu?"

The frightened man in red quickly replied truthfully: "Boss Lei is dead! He was beaten to death by the people inside!"

At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked into the newspaper office and patted the short-haired woman on the shoulder: "Ah Qing, put away the gun, don't scare the people inside."

The woman named Ah Qing put away her gun and said to the man, "Boss Ding, this guy said that Lei Lao Hu was beaten to death with fists!"

"Oh! Who is so powerful? Let's go in and take a look." "Mr. Ding Li, I'm here!" Ruxian, who was in the room, also saw the three people at the door and waved to them.
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"Ms. Ruxian, when I heard that Lei Lao Hu and his men were causing trouble at your newspaper office, I immediately rushed here with Ah Qing and Chang Mao. But now it seems that you are safe. I don't know which hero did this."

After Ding Li finished speaking, he glanced at Lei Lao Hu, who had died in a very tragic way, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

Ruxian leaned on a cane and pulled Song Tianen over: "Mr. Ding Li, this is him! To be honest, including this time, Brother Tianen has saved me twice."

"Oh!" Only then did Ding Li look at Song Tianen seriously. In fact, he saw this handsome young man standing in front of Lei Lao Hu's body as soon as he entered the room. But at that time he would never have thought that it was this man who beat Lei Lao Hu to death with his fists.

After all, he looks so young!
Lei Lao Hu is a well-known master after all. Even when Ding Li faces him, he has to bring enough gunmen and be fully prepared to prevent the other party from launching a surprise attack and decapitation operation.

Now that the other person was dead, to be honest, the worry and fear in his heart had finally fallen away.

He believed in Ruxian's words 100%, because Ruxian would not lie. This was really a bit surprising!

"Brother Tian En, this is Mr. Ding Liding, the boss of Shanghai Bund Hotel and the president of the Black Society."

Ruxian's voice immediately woke Ding Li up, and he stretched out his hands to Song Tianen: "It is true that heroes emerge from youth. Thank you, little brother, for saving Miss Ruxian and avenging my brother Qiang."

"Mr. Ding, I've heard of your name for a long time. Is the brother Qiang you're talking about the great hero Xu Wenqiang?"

"That's right! It's a pity that Brother Qiang was killed by Lei Lao Hu, Huang Jingui, Feng Jingyao and others a few days ago. If he hadn't died, he would have been very happy to see a young hero like you!"

Beep, beep, beep! Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded outside. Anyone familiar with the sound knew that it was the whistle used by the gray dogs in the police station.

Just now, the Red Knife Society came in to sweep the area but couldn't see them. When they saw that everything was settled, they ran out again.
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Beep beep, a sharp whistle sounded.

A team of patrolmen in gray clothes ran towards the newspaper office with whistles and rattan shields in their hands.

He looked so ferocious that the pedestrians who were blocking his way were knocked to the ground one by one.

The leading team leader ordered the guys behind him, "You bastards, run faster! Lei Lao Hu has been killed. Boss Huang has said that we must catch the murderer! If you see a stranger, arrest him immediately. If he dares to resist, shoot him."

"But Boss, what if it was Boss Ding who killed someone?"

"You are like Wu Ning! (You are a country bumpkin) Ding Li is nothing to you!"

"Captain, he's right in front of you. Go catch him."

"Are you trying to catch me?"

This familiar voice made the team leader's forehead suddenly covered with cold sweat. He slowly turned his head and saw Ding Li, whom he had just shamelessly wanted to arrest, standing in front of him.

"Ding... Boss Ding, are you here?" The team leader was like a Sichuan opera face-changing master. He was extremely arrogant and shouting for war in the previous second, and like a ghost in the next second. His whole body was even shorter. His knees were slightly bent, as if he was about to kneel down. He looked like a boneless insect, and he looked servile no matter how you looked at him.

"Why, do I need to report to you where I am? Get lost!"

"Understood!" The team leader saluted Ding Li.

Then he turned around and yelled at his men: "Didn't you hear what Boss Ding said? I told you to get out of here."

The group of sentries who were showing off their might just now were now preparing to turn around and retreat with gloomy faces.

"I said you should get out like dogs." The contemptuous voice sounded again.

"Ah, Boss Ding, are you kidding us? We are police officers after all. This... This is a bit inappropriate in public."

The captain of the police station kept smiling apologetically.

"Boss Ding never jokes with people! Don't you understand what the hell he's saying?" Short-haired Ah Qing and Long-haired Ah Qing took out the classic Chicago submachine guns and put them against the captain's waist in public.

"I'm leaving! I'm leaving right now!" When he saw the two men opening the safety of their guns and putting their fingers on the triggers, he was scared to death!

The team leader immediately did as Ding Li had scolded him, and actually led his men to roll on the ground like a defeated dog and roll away.

This scene made the people watching around feel very relieved, and they applauded.

After getting rid of those scoundrels in the police station.

Ding Li quickly dispatched his men to send the injured reporters and editors of the newspaper to the hospital.

But unfortunately, the printing press in the newspaper office was destroyed by the group of Lei Lao Hu, who has already died, so it may be too late to publish the newspaper today.

Ruxian squatted in front of the editor-in-chief and took out a plaster to apply to the red and swollen parts of his face. She said with great guilt: "Editor-in-chief, it's all my fault. If I hadn't taken out these photos, our newspaper would have suffered this disaster."

Editor-in-Chief Shi, with a plaster on his face, hugged the leather bag tightly in his arms. Inside was the photos of the Japanese atrocities that Ruxian had developed. He patted Ruxian's arm and said, "No! Ruxian, I have never blamed you. Instead, this has made me more determined to publish these things. I have seen that these traitors in Shanghai will continue to obstruct. I will take the train to the west today. There will always be a place willing to publish it."

　The content of God of Gamblers 2 is too thin, so it is expanded here. It is so hard to go back to the Republic of China and not cause great damage to the Japanese, which is like traveling to the Qing Dynasty and not rebelling and using an electric drill to put a drill into your anus.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)