"How dare you come to Lord Jin's place and behave atrociously." The security captain, who had been politely patrolling back and forth on both sides of the hall all night, was enraged.
He waved his hand.
Dozens of security guards in neat uniforms rushed to the entrance of the hall like a tide.
On the other side, the brawny man surnamed Wan rushed to Lord Jin's side and covered most of his body. He looked at the entrance of the hall with great vigilance. At this time, Lord Jin, who was in a sorry state, narrowed his eyes and flashed a glimmer of light. It was as sharp as a spear, but he quickly returned to the appearance of a rich man who was afraid of death. The beautiful Taotao was calm. She held Lord Jin's fat palm with her small hand and pulled him back behind several black-suited bodyguards who rushed over.
Secretary Zhang, Chief Chen, and Chief Song were stunned.
They quickly reacted.
First, they looked at each other.
Chief Chen wanted to say something, but Secretary Zhang quickly winked at him. So the three of them quickly retreated and retreated into the chaotic crowd of guests with Lord Jin. Unlike the beautiful Taotao who had been holding Lord Jin tightly, the three of them seemed to be scattered by the panicked crowd and disappeared.
"Wan Dalong, Wan Dalong!" Lord Jin, who was protected by the bodyguards, calmed down and shouted twice.
"Lord Jin." The brawny man surnamed Wan bowed his head and listened to the instructions.
"Hurry up and take a look. Is it that Smiling Tiger who's causing trouble? Knowing that it's a birthday party, you guys didn't take strict precautions. Now, you actually made such a big mess. Where do you want me to put my face in the future? Do I, Jin Ya, still have to raise my head and speak on Dong Mountain in the future? " Lord Jin came back to his senses and was very angry. He was originally a person who cared about his face. How could he not be angry when his birthday party was messed up like this? His relationship with Smiling Tiger wasn't just a day or two. These two days, he had bad luck. He wanted to hold a birthday party to get rid of bad luck, but he didn't expect this to happen.
"I'm sorry, Lord Jin. Today, no matter what, I will definitely give you an explanation!" The brawny man named Wan Dalong's face was now as pale as a coffin.
"It's useless to talk. Go and find out the truth!" Lord Jin was angry.
"Yes." Wan Dalong quickly bowed and nodded.
He motioned for his men to keep an eye on Lord Jin while he separated the crowd and went to the chaotic front hall.
A clever bodyguard brought a chair for Lord Jin to sit down. Another one took two napkins out of nowhere and handed them to Lord Jin and Miss Taotao to wipe the soup and vegetable juice on their faces.
Lord Jin had just sat down, and his soul had not completely returned to its original position.
Suddenly, he saw another person fly high up from the front hall and fall towards him.
Several bodyguards quickly reached out and caught the flying man in a flurry, so as not to hurt Lord Jin, who was almost scared to the ground.
Unexpectedly, this unlucky guy was Chief Song, who had slipped into the crowd and escaped far away. Somehow, he was thrown into the air. If it weren't for the people below who reached out to catch him, Chief Song would probably have to stay in the hospital for two to three months.
Even so.
Section Chief Song was also out of breath. His eyes rolled back and he passed out.
Lord Jin was horrified to find that many of his thugs were put down like dumplings. He used to accompany small stars to watch movies. When he saw the villain in "Kung Fu" being beaten by the protagonist, he scoffed at it. He felt that the filming was too fake. Even if they were lying to children, they shouldn't be lying like this! But now, he felt that the reality was even more exaggerated than the filming!
Dozens of security guards.
In the blink of an eye.
They flew and collapsed all over the hall. Except for Wan Dalong who gritted his teeth and finally struggled to stand up, the rest could only lie on the ground and gasp.
"As expected of Lord Jin, you are so hospitable. The welcome ceremony is so grand. It's really touching! " A handsome man wearing big sunglasses clapped his hands leisurely and slowly walked out of the panicked crowd.
In the hall, in addition to the security guards and bodyguards who collapsed on the ground, there were more than two hundred guests.
But when these people saw the person who came, they all retreated like the tide.
They clung tightly to the walls on both sides of the hall.
They shrank into a ball.
All of them were horrified and did not dare to breathe.
"Lord Jin, let's go!" Wan Dalong shouted at Lord Jin and wanted to rush up to stop the uninvited student Lin Dong.
"You still want to have a drink with me?" Lin Dong grabbed Wan Dalong's neck with one hand. Wan Dalong, who was nearly two meters tall, suddenly turned into a chick in his hand. Lin Dong lifted Wan Dalong up high and fiercely smashed him into the ground. A loud 'dong' sound rang out, shaking everyone's hearts without end. Some of the more timid ones even peed their pants.
Lin Dong pressed Wan Dalong on the ground with his hand and slid forward.
He maintained this posture.
He slid in front of Lord Jin as if he wanted to salute and celebrate Lord Jin's birthday.
Under his palm, Wan Dalong was also pushed to the front of Lord Jin. Wan Dalong, who had a few broken bones, rubbed a long bloodstain on the snow-white floor. It was a ghastly sight …
"I heard that today is Lord Jin's birthday." Lin Dong stood up straight. Somehow, his palm turned over, and a Black Star pistol appeared. Lin Dong smiled at the bodyguard next to Lord Jin who was reaching into his ribs to take out a gun, "Oh, I'm very timid. Please don't scare people with this kind of toy again, okay? I'm so scared! " The Black Star pistol in his hand was distorted. First, there was a "bang" sound as if a spring or something had broken off. Then, there was a cracking sound that made people's teeth go soft. In less than half a second, the pistol became a piece of scrap iron.
Lin Dong spread his hands.
The scrap iron fell in front of Lord Jin.
This time, everyone's face was like a dead person, including Lord Jin, who was trying to calm down and was ready to say a few words.
"I know Lord Jin's hospitality. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Lord Jin's friend is not bad. Yesterday, I was on the street and was looking for a place to have a cup of afternoon tea. I didn't expect Lord Jin's friend to be very generous and give me two peanuts. I'm so grateful. If I don't return such a generous gift, I will be letting Lord Jin down. So, I came here tonight to congratulate Lord Jin on his birthday. " Lin Dong picked up Lord Jin, who was sitting paralyzed on the chair. He held his chin with his other hand and thought, "Let me think. What kind of gift should I give Lord Jin to be considered a decent gift in return?"
"Spare me, spare me, hero. I was the one who received those devils, but I didn't expect them to be so crazy …" Lord Jin now understood. It turned out that the foreign devils he received a few days ago had provoked this malefic star in front of him.
Yesterday, when those brainless people opened fire on the street, did they kill this malefic star's friend?
F * ck!
What should I do now?
If Lord Jin, who couldn't wait to resurrect Fitch and Frank and tear them apart with his own hands knew that the target of the blond Fitch's shooting was this terrible malefic star in front of him, the expression on his face would probably be even better.
Lin Dong didn't give him a chance to explain.
He reached out and slapped Lord Jin's face, making his fat face look like a swollen pig's head.
Lord Jin, who had blood dripping from his mouth and nose, was motionless. He just tried to squeeze out a pleading expression.
That kind of misery could make a rock nod.
Ironman shed tears.
However, the target of his performance was Lin Dong.
This performance was considered a failure because Lin Dong had never been a person who understood acting.
"I was wondering why the feeling was so good. It turns out that Lord Jin practiced a soft internal strength like the Catkin Willow Cotton Technique. Aiya, sorry for my disrespect. I didn't expect Lord Jin to be a martial arts master!" Lin Dong pressed Lord Jin with one hand and punched the bulging belly with the other. Perhaps he felt that it was not satisfying enough, so he lifted his big foot and stomped on it a dozen times as if he was stepping on a toad.
"Blergh …" Lord Jin even vomited the yellow bile from last year.
"As expected of Lord Jin. His internal strength is profound." When Lin Dong saw that this did not achieve the effect, he grabbed Lord Jin's ankle. Like throwing a sack, he lifted Lord Jin's 100-kilogram body into the air. He swung him left and right, back and forth, smashing him again and again.
More than half of the two hundred guests fainted.
As for the bodyguards and security guards, whether they could move or not, they were now like puppets.
After fighting for a long time, Lin Dong, who was almost exhausted, stopped. He gently gasped a few times and wiped the sweat on his forehead. When he recovered some strength and felt better, he picked up a chair and wantonly smashed it on Lord Jin's body dozens of times.
The whole chair was smashed into pieces.
Lin Dong shook his head and reluctantly threw it away.
Everyone lowered their heads, as if they were having a meeting in the Great Hall. Lin Dong found an unopened bottle of red wine from an overturned table. He looked at the brand and sighed, "It turns out that Lord Jin likes to drink this brand of red wine. The Cabernet Sauvignon of Chateau Margaux in Bordeaux is an international famous brand. Not bad, not bad. At first glance, I know that Lord Jin is a person who knows his stuff. Since I'm so happy today, I must make friends with Lord Jin and have a drink! "
"Come, Lord Jin, let me toast you!" Lin Dong raised the red wine and smashed it on Lord Jin's head.
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