Strongest Guard

Huang Zhiqiang knelt on one knee. Just as he was about to raise his head to get up, a shoe with a lot of egg yolk stuck on it mercilessly touched his chin.    

    

Before he could even scream, Huang Zhiqiang flipped backwards from the ground as if he was electrocuted.    

    

In the process of flipping backwards, blood sprayed out, bringing with it a dozen broken teeth.    

    

When Lee Nanfang was caught off guard by this kick, it was actually able to shatter Huang Zhiqiang's heart and jaw, directly kicking him half to death.    

    

After that, no matter how he played, Huang Zhiqiang would only "cooperate".    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't want to do that.    

    

Of course, with over a thousand audience members spending so much money to watch him play, they naturally hoped to see a scene of blood, excitement, and high quality competition that lasted long enough for visual impact.    

    

That's not right.    

    

To be exact, it was a mistake for the money the audience bet on Huang Zhiqiang.    

    

Boss Lee was a good person — he truly did not want to leave with the money donated by the audience, but he did not want them to enjoy the visual feast that they were supposed to enjoy.    

    

Shen Yun, who was standing in the supreme room on the second floor, completely ignored Huang Zhiqiang, who was kicked to the ground. Her pair of cold eyes were fixed on Lee Nanfang.    

    

When Lee Nanfang had just stepped onto the stage, Shen Yun already felt that he looked familiar.    

    

When he revealed his name coquettishly, Shen Yun suddenly realized that this was the bastard who added fuel to the fire when the citizens of Qingshan gathered at the South Korea branch of Green Mountain Sect and made trouble for them. He had ruthlessly shamed South Korean during the interview.    

    

If it wasn't for her grandpa stopping her, Shen Yun would have already run to the mountain to become Nanfang Group's striker, Leg Model.    

    

She felt that she was already magnanimous enough, enough to allow Scumbag Lee to see the number one beauty in South Korea show off for his products before he dies.    

    

However, she was very familiar with her grandfather, so she strictly ordered him not to act on his own accord in advance.    

    

Shen Yun didn't want to hear it. No, she had to endure it.    

    

Seeing that she was staying in the country again, if he didn't give her some work to do, she might secretly run away from home, rushing to China to find trouble with Lee Nanfang. Only then did her grandfather arrange for her to come to Thailand to patrol the underground boxing ring.    

    

It was just that her grandpa never dreamed that she would meet Lee Nanfang here.    

    

If he met Lee Nanfang here, would the result be good?    

    

God knows.    

    

Who knew what the result would be? Of course, Shen Yun didn't know. She just stared at Lee Nanfang and bit her lips.    

    

At this moment, she had to admit that her grandfather was right. Lee Nanfang was definitely not like how he showed on the surface; he was just an angry youth.    

    

He was an expert.    

    

What a terrifying expert.    

    

Huang Zhiqiang, who was considered one of the best in the South Korea and Taekwondo, was now like a Stinky Sock and got beaten up by him.    

    

The torture of changing flowers.    

    

Lee Nanfang had never felt this good before.    

    

He had been killing since he was fifteen, and he couldn't remember how many people he had killed so far.    

    

However, every time he killed someone, no matter how evil they were, Lee Nanfang, who was deeply influenced by his wife's teachings, would respect the least amount of humanity.    

    

Simply put, he would use the most straightforward method to let the enemy die from the least amount of pain.    

    

Killing like that — it wasn't fun.    

    

Now he could enjoy himself.    

    

He believed that even if his wife was below the stage and saw how he brutally oppressed Huang Zhiqiang, she would at most close her eyes and not stop him from playing with his humanity.    

    

It was because Huang Zhiqiang was no longer a human.    

    

He wasn't a man or a woman, and he was especially cruel. How could an arrogant person be considered a human with the humanity of a normal person?    

    

The most important thing was that Lee Nanfang clearly didn't need to borrow the evil nature of the Black Dragon to fight against the strong enemy, so the Black Dragon would wake up. It would roll up and down in his limbs and bones, excitedly roaring, urging him to use even more tricks to deal with Huang Zhiqiang.    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't know that every time he ignored human nature, the Black Dragon would wake up by itself and control him. From a demonic point of view, it would think about the problems and attack the enemy.    

    

Lee Nanfang's eyes started to turn red. He was laughing.    

    

However, everyone who saw the expression on his face couldn't help but shiver. It was as if they had seen a demonic beast from ancient times.    

    

Lee Nanfang grabbed Huang Zhiqiang's neck with his left hand and punched his chin.    

    

Huang Zhiqiang didn't scream because his jaw was dislocated.    

    

The intense pain caused him to be more clear-headed than before. The fear he had never felt before also prompted him to instinctively counterattack. He punched Lee Nanfang ruthlessly in the chest, using all of his strength!    

    

Lee Nanfang could dodge it.    

    

He didn't dodge.    

    

When his demonic nature flared up, he would ignore all the pain on his body, just like a transformed warrior without pain, letting Huang Zhiqiang, who was trapped in despair, punch, kick, and slow down. His right hand reached into the mouth above his dislocated chin.    

    

Huang Zhiqiang wanted to shut up and bite.    

    

His dislocated jaw would not listen to his brain's commands.    

    

He raised his hands and tried to pry them away from the man who had grabbed him by the neck.    

    

However, that hand was still strangling him as if it was cast from pig iron.    

    

In response to Huang Zhiqiang's desperate struggles, Lee Nanfang gave him a friendly smile -- just like how Huang Zhiqiang beat up Officer Qingshan, he was full of the air of a noble.    

    

In his right hand, he grabbed a tongue.    

    

Huang Zhiqiang suddenly realized what Lee Nanfang was trying to do. He tried his best to retract his tongue, but he wanted to loudly beg someone to let him go.    

    

A person whose jaw was dislocated and had one hand stuffed in his mouth could not utter a word.    

    

It was just like how Huang Zhiqiang could not hold Lee Nanfang's tongue and slowly pull it out of his mouth no matter how hard he tried to pull his tongue back.    

    

Lee Nanfang pulled out his tongue very slowly, as if he couldn't bear to -- but he didn't stop at all.    

    

The scene of over a thousand people going silent.    

    

They didn't even dare to breathe, afraid that they would attract the attention of that demon. Suddenly, they jumped down and grabbed his neck, pulling his tongue out of his mouth.    

    

Slowly.    

    

There was no pause at all.    

    

How long would a human tongue be?    

    

No more than ten people at the scene knew how long a tongue was.    

    

Now, everyone knew how long a person's tongue was — because Lee Nanfang had slowly and forcefully pulled Huang Zhiqiang's tongue out from his mouth!    

    

How tough would a human's tongue be?    

    

It should be in no way inferior to a leather belt.    

    

Who could break a leather belt with their bare hands?    

    

Probably not — but there is.    

    

Blood, like a fountain, spurted out when his tongue was torn off, spraying onto Lee Nanfang's face.    

    

Of course he could.    

    

But he wouldn't dodge.    

    

This was because it looked so bloody. Amongst the thousands of spectators, didn't they all like bloody scenes?    

    

Kind Lee Nanfang, for the sake of money, try to satisfy their wishes.    

    

Lee Nanfang casually threw the torn tongue under his feet and rubbed Huang Zhiqiang's smooth and delicate back with his right hand. Then, his left hand grabbed the back of Huang Zhiqiang's neck, bent over, and used his right hand to wrap around Huang Zhiqiang's knees.    

    

He turned around and chuckled at Bai Linger, who was scared silly. As he suddenly lowered Huang Zhiqiang, his right knee was raised.    

    

Ka-cha! *    

    

After the sound of the fracture could be heard in every corner of the stadium, Huang Zhiqiang turned 45 degrees at a weird angle and still didn't scream like a scarecrow.    

    

After his tongue was forcefully pulled out, his people were already dead.    

    

Lee Nanfang also tortured his body, it was purely to satisfy the strong demands of the audience.    

    

As if throwing away trash, Lee Nanfang stomped on the corpse's neck with his left foot and stopped it!    

    

Alright, it's lunch time now, so the scene shouldn't be too bloody.    

    

"Ugh!"    

    

No one knew who it was, but they could no longer tolerate this sort of extreme cruelty. Their hands hugged their stomachs as they bent over to vomit.    

    

His vomiting turned on, and the sound of vomiting came from all directions.    

    

Bai Linger was vomiting. Her colleagues were vomiting. The leader of the vying team was vomiting. In the Supreme Preceptor's room on the second floor, Shen Yun covered her mouth and staggered backward. She plopped down on the sofa.    

    

Compared to the audience below, Shen Yun's bloody vision was much weaker due to the glass being separated by a layer of glass.    

    

Just like watching a movie.    

    

No matter how scary the bloody scene in the movie was, it lacked the reality of the scene.    

    

Therefore, Shen Yun didn't throw up uncontrollably like the others below.    

    

She just wanted to escape!    

    

It did not stop for a moment.    

    

Instantly, she was incomparably grateful to her grandfather, for being able to stop her from going to the Chinese Qingshan alone.    

    

Otherwise, she might have snatched a step ahead of Huang Zhiqiang and personally "enjoyed" this inhumane blood.    

    

However, when he suddenly stood up and was about to rush out of the door, he stopped. After being silent for a moment, he suddenly turned around and looked at Lee Nanfang who was standing on the boxing ring outside the window.    

    

Lee Nanfang was like a professional butcher, trying to take care of a dead pig that had just been slaughtered. However, he didn't have a knife, so he could only put his left foot on the dead pig's left leg, and his two hands grabbed onto the dead pig's right leg. Just as he was about to use his strength, a terrified scream came from behind the girl, "Lee Nanfang, don't!    

    

A few months ago, in the small duty room of Chinese Qingshan, Lee Nanfang's devil nature had exploded. Just as he was about to occupy Bai Linger forcefully, she had screamed something out, waking him up from the devil state.    

    

Now, her screams had the lightning effect of tearing the dark clouds apart again, causing Lee Nanfang, who was about to tear the dead pig into two, to slow down and his eyes quickly became clear.    

    

"Sorry, I scared you."    

    

Lee Nanfang threw the dead pig's right leg away, turned around and said apologetically to Bai Linger.    

    

"Li, Li, Li — we, we should go."    

    

Bai Linger, who was frightened by the extreme fear, couldn't even say Lee Nanfang's name anymore and only asked him to go with her.    

    

"Sure. His body is covered in blood and it's extremely sticky. I need to find a place to take a bath. "    

    

Lee Nanfang nodded. He walked in front of the dumbstruck bell-chiming waiter and said in a negotiable tone, "Can I borrow your clothes to wipe your face?"    

    

The bell-ringing waiter's thoughts had long stopped moving. He just stood there dumbly, allowing Lee Nanfang to lift up his clothes and wipe his face.    

    

"Thank you."    

    

After thanking him, Lee Nanfang took out a few bills from his pocket and stuffed them into the waiter's pocket.    

    

Mr. Lee was a reasonable person. After knowing that the clothes of others were dirty, he had to compensate.    

    

"Then, brother, can you give me the water?"    

    

Lee Nanfang raised the rope and was about to climb down when he saw a fighter holding a bottle of mineral water.    

    

This water was originally meant for fighters to rest during the midfield.    

    

The lackey woodenly nodded his head and handed the water over.    

    

Pouring the water on his face, Lee Nanfang rubbed his hands a few times and asked Bai Linger with a smile, "Isn't he a little more handsome now?"