Strongest Guard

After Lee Nanfang's head hit the metal door, it burst into red and white peach blossoms.    

It splashed all over his face, making him look ten thousand times scarier than an even scarier demon.    

Not only did it look at Lao Min, even Sun Laoer was shocked. Even Kolbowski, who was trying to pull the Military Thorn out of the ground, had forgotten his own pain. His eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets.    

Strangely, although he was in excruciating pain, his mind was abnormally clear and his thoughts were spinning at a speed that had never been seen before. It reminded him of the virgin prophecy Min Rou had given him last night on the casino's rooftop.    

Only now did he believe that the prophecy he had never believed in was actually quite accurate.    

Especially after seeing that in the next ten seconds, Lee Nanfang broke the necks of his remaining three subordinates with a brutal method that he could not imagine, whether it was breaking their necks, crushing their throats with bare hands, or kicking their necks out of the cell with a single kick, Kolbowski believed even more that the reason why he was willing to serve under Karawich was because of something he did not understand.    

Unfortunately, he understood it too late.    

After hearing the scream, the guards of the prison ran over while shouting. Lee Nanfang had already taken out Kolbowski's pistol from his waist, letting him see once again what a real finger shot was.    

Actually, if both sides were to fight head on, if Lee Nanfang wanted to fight against Kolbowski and the other nine people, even if he was the final winner, he would have to pay a certain price.    

After all, Kolbowski and the others were basically elites who had retired from the Russian Special Forces.    

Especially him, when he was in Special Forces, he was already a first lieutenant.    

However, no one would think that this thin young man from China would be a god of slaughter.    

God-Slaying Fist!    

Moreover, there were two other points that could not be ignored.    

Firstly, Lee Nanfang was prepared for this attack, while they were caught off guard and attacked.    

Secondly, Kolbowski and the others were used to fighting head on.    

However, Lee Nanfang's killing method was strange. After countless of practices, it was finally concluded.    

Especially in such a narrow and dark environment, he was like a fish in water. Within a minute, he reaped nine lives with a cruel method that Kolbowski had never seen before.    

When the last muffled gunshot rang out, the last jailer who was shot in the forehead fell to the ground with his back straight. Lee Nanfang put the jailer into his pocket and looked at Kolbowski, who was still breathing hard, and asked lightly: "Now, do you believe in the prophecy of a virgin?"    

I do.    

Earlier, I believed it.    

Kolbowski wanted to say those words. He wanted to beg Lee Nanfang to quickly shoot him. He was in so much pain.    

However, his tongue and mouth had been pierced through by the black needle. How could he say a single word?    

Lee Nanfang did not expect too much. He answered his own question, grabbed his shoulder, and turned around to ask the dumbfounded Lao Min, "Can you walk by yourself?"    

Lao Min nodded subconsciously and got up. He fell to the ground right after he took a step.    

After that, he knelt on the ground and used both hands to prop himself up.    

Even in his worst nightmares from a young age, he had never seen such a bloody and cruel scene.    

Just like how he couldn't believe that his son-in-law had killed so many people in the blink of an eye without even blinking.    

Lee Nanfang looked at him quietly and didn't urge him to get up.    

He knew that Lao Min's brain needed some time to adapt to the bloody scene.    

Otherwise, the brain wouldn't have given the correct order for Lao Min to stand up and walk normally.    

Finally, when Kolbowski started to suck in a breath of cold air, Lao Min held onto the wall and stood up with difficulty.    

His two legs were like stalks, trembling uncontrollably.    

"Let's go."    

Lee Nanfang smiled and turned around. As he was about to leave, his right foot suddenly kicked the ground with the heel of his right foot.    

A streak of cold light, like a bolt of lightning, shot out from between Lao Min's legs.    

Then, Sun Laoer, who was standing behind Lao Min, let out a short scream.    

He looked back.    

Sun Laoer covered his chest with both hands and kept moving up.    

Blood gushed out from the gaps between his fingers.    

A military knife fell on the ground and was kicked up by Lee Nanfang. It pierced Sun Laoer's heart and went all the way to his hilt.    

"Let's go."    

Lee Nanfang, however, didn't even turn his head around. He spoke again and dragged Kolbowski, who was at least 30 kilograms heavier than him, along the dirty concrete floor towards the entrance of the prison.    

Actually, Lee Nanfang didn't want to kill Sun Laoer.    

He had already given this person a few chances.    

However, Sun Laoer didn't treasure it.    

There were dozens of casino creditors locked up in the prison, all of them looking forward to the stars, the moon, people from their families and money.    

There were even those who were unrealistic and still hoped for the Casino Owner to show them kindness and let them go.    

Well, the best thing would be another thirty or fifty thousand.    

Unfortunately, Cripple Huang, who had lived here for the longest time, did not receive the things he had hoped for.    

His real name was not Lame Huang.    

He lost all his money and also owed a huge amount of gambling debts before becoming a cripple.    

This was only because the casino had made too much of his contribution to the casino and crippled him, allowing him to survive.    

These people might all be heroes at the gambling table.    

However, the worth of martial arts in one's life was easily and cruelly abused by Kolbowski and the others.    

Therefore, only three people would be enough to guard them.    

Even one more person would be a waste.    

As usual, Lame Huang was sitting blankly in the smelly corner, staring blankly at the dim yellow light bulb. He guessed that it was daytime or was it dark at this time of the day when suddenly, a scream of pain came from outside the iron window.    

There was also the dull sound of gunfire.    

Just like all the prisoners, after the meeting, Cripple Huang, who didn't know what was going on, leaped up and rushed towards the iron window, looking outside.    

Afterwards, Cripple Huang saw a horrifying sight — a person whose face was covered in red and white brain matter, holding onto an old Russian who was twice his size, walking out from the depths of the corridor like a weightless scarecrow.    

Behind this person, there was an old thing holding onto the wall with its hands as it walked and vomited.    

A few more people were lying on the floor of the corridor.    

It was none other than Bear and the others. All of them were lying on their backs with blood flowing out of their foreheads.    

"What's going on?"    

Cripple Huang blankly stared at the approaching person. This thought floated in his mind, but that person had already bent over and pulled out a bunch of keys from the bear's waist.    

Lee Nanfang didn't even look at it and just casually threw it. The bunch of keys flew into the iron window through the gap as if they had grown eyes.    

His speed was not fast, just enough for Cripple Huang to lift his hand and catch him.    

Lee Nanfang stopped and asked him: "Can you unlock it yourself?"    

Min Rou's virgin prophecy once said that Venus's casino would be swallowed up by the masses, so Lee Nanfang had to set the place on fire and burn it down.    

There were many people who deserved to die, but these gamblers were not one of them.    

They had already paid a heavy price for their foolish actions. If they were to be burned to death here, it would be a bit unfair for them.    

"Yes, yes!"    

Cripple Huang finally regained consciousness and nodded his head.    

Lee Nanfang no longer cared about him.    

If Cripple Huang didn't know how to open the lock and didn't "free" his fellow prisoners, then he might as well die here.    

With a flurry of chatter, the door was opened. Lee Nanfang dragged Kolbowski, who was still breathing but was about to die, into the underground power room.    

It was a semi-new generator set, and its entire body was greasy. There was even some leakage of engine oil on the ground.    

This also made it easier for Lee Nanfang to set the fire. He used the fire engine to light up the dirty cotton yarn and casually threw it into the waste oil. He didn't even need to look as he dragged Kolbowski out.    

Outside, tens of prisoners were scrambling to escape.    

When the raging fire came out from the power room, Lee Nanfang said to Lao Min, who was standing foolishly at the door, "Father-in-law, we should leave as well."    

"You, you better call me Lao Min."    

Lao Min said hoarsely, "Even if Xiao Rou follows you in the future, I'm not qualified to be your father-in-law."    

"That's fine. Lao Min, let's go — no, you go first. I have a bank card here."    

Lee Nanfang took out an ordinary bank card and handed it to Lao Min. "You can go home by yourself, right?"    

"Xiao Rou can go home, right?"    

Lao Min didn't pick up the card and asked.    

"I swear."    

"You don't have to swear, I believe you. Lee Nanfang, I owe you. In this life, I won't be able to pay it back. "Then in the next life, I will be your slave."    

Lao Min said in a dejected tone. He took the bank card and walked unsteadily towards the door.    

He was very clear that Lee Nanfang told him to go home first because he didn't want to bring along his burden to save his daughter.    

He also knew that if he insisted on going with them, it would be a burden.    

That would have killed his daughter.    

Therefore, it was better for him to just scram back to the country by himself and wait and see.    

It was unknown whether his daughter was dead or alive. Other than him, who else could take care of his frail and sickly wife?    

As Lao Min walked out of the prison, he heard Lee Nanfang say, "Lao Min, you don't owe me. Just because you owe me, Xiao Rou has long since given it to me. "    

"Yeah, if it wasn't for my daughter giving this brat some sweets, how could he be working so hard? "Damn it, what a pity for my Little Rou'er. She's just a flower stuck in the cow dung."    

Lao Min's collapsed waist suddenly straightened up. He turned around and asked loudly, "Cary, how much money is it?"    

"Seems like it's worth more than 3 million, right? I'm not sure exactly how much it is. "    

"Alright, let's consider this your wedding gift to Xiao Rou."    

Lao Min, now the number one shameless guy in the world, ran like a tiger after he said that.    

If he was any later, he might not be able to escape.    

With so many people dead at the scene, the fire had already rushed out from the air vent of the underground prison like a fiery snake, quickly spreading up through the main body of the casino.    

Someone had discovered the fire and was screaming.    

Very soon, there would be casino fighters and Macao police officers swarmed over. At that time, if Lao Min wanted to leave, it would be a dream.    

"What is this old thing's brain made of?"    

Lao Min's carefree attitude surprised Lee Nanfang.    

I really want to catch up to him and smash his head open to see if there is a pile of sh * t inside.    

The sea breeze helped to increase the intensity of the fire.    

Under the sunlight, the thick black smoke was like a demon's, grinning viciously as it charged towards the higher floors in an enchanting manner.    

Lee Nanfang put Kolbowski on the head of a car and patted his face to clear his mind before asking, "Did you see that?"    

Kolbowski's eyes widened as he looked at the building that was quickly surrounded by fire. He nodded with great difficulty.