Wilderness Romance!

Old Bai blocked with both hands, but Lu Pingchuan's iron fist slammed into his forearm with a crisp "crack," and Old Bai's face instantly turned pale.

He could clearly feel that his forearm bone was fractured, with the broken bone piercing through the muscle and pushing out a horrifying bulge from under the skin.

"ah......"

Old Bai clutched his severed arm and let out a pig-like scream.

While in prison, Lu Pingchuan learned a lesson: no matter what, you must never give the other party any chance to breathe.

While you are sick, I will kill you.

He lunged at Lao Bai and pinned him firmly to the ground.

Lu Pingchuan wanted nothing more than to kill the other party, but he was not consumed by anger and reason. Even if he were to kill the other party, it would not be now.

At this point, Lao Bai was already in unbearable pain and no longer cared about Lu Pingchuan.

Lu Pingchuan took out a silver needle and stabbed it hard into the Huantiao acupoint on the other person's right leg.

Huantiao (GB30) is an important acupoint on the Gallbladder Meridian of Foot-Shaoyang. It is the central hub of the meridians in the lower limbs, governing the Qi, blood, and nerve conduction of the entire thigh and calf.

A deep puncture here can cause numbness in the legs and limping in a short period of time. If not treated in time, it can lead to difficulty standing or even paralysis of the lower limbs.

Just then, Lao Hei pounced from a distance, his iron fist aimed straight at the back of Lu Pingchuan's head.

How could Lu Pingchuan give him a chance? He immediately pulled out the silver needles stuck in Lao Bai's body, and then rolled to the side.

While dodging Old Black's iron fist, he also increased the distance between himself and his opponent.

Old Hei gritted his teeth and looked at Old Bai on the ground: "Old Bai, how are you?"

"Ah..." Old Bai screamed in agony, clutching his arm and howling in pain, "Old Hei, my arm... my arm is broken, ah..."

"What?"

Old Hei's gaze swept over Old Bai's arm, and he secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.

In just half a minute, Lao Bai had become like this? This was enough to show that Lu Pingchuan's strength was far greater than he had imagined.

Now, Lao Bai has almost lost his fighting ability, and he is no match for Lu Pingchuan on his own.

At that moment, Lao Hei had the idea of ​​quitting.

While keeping a wary eye on Lu Pingchuan, he pulled Lao Bai up from the ground.

Old Bai had just stood up when his right leg buckled, and he almost fell over again.

His right leg felt like its bones had been removed; it was limp and powerless.

Old Hei dared not linger. While keeping a watchful eye on Lu Pingchuan, he helped Old Bai back step by step toward Luo Sanpao's location.

"Brother Pao." Old Hei's gaze was fixed on Lu Pingchuan, and he said in a low voice, "This kid's got some nerve. Old Bai's badly injured, should we retreat first?"

"Withdraw?" Luo Sanpao's face darkened with anger. "Did I raise you guys just to eat?"

"If I can't even handle a peasant, where will I, Luo Sanpao, put my face if word gets out?"

"Old Hei, I order you to kill this peasant right now. If you kill him, I'll give you 500,000, no, 1 million."

Old Hei frowned, a troubled look on his face, but in his mind, the image of a million dollars piled up in front of him kept flashing.

The saying goes, "Where there is a great reward, there will be brave men," and Old Hei was tempted.

Judging from what just happened, Lu Pingchuan didn't dare to kill anyone; otherwise, Lao Bai would already be a corpse by now.

Thinking of this, he immediately opened the trunk, took out a half-meter-long knife, and walked towards Lu Pingchuan with a stiff upper lip.

"Lu Pingchuan." Old Hei raised his knife, the sharp blade gleaming coldly, pointing it directly at Lu Pingchuan: "Kneel down and apologize to Brother Pao, and I might spare your life. Otherwise, this day next year will be your death anniversary."

The words were harsh enough, but they lacked any real conviction.

Despite Lao Hei's increased combat power due to wielding a machete, Lu Pingchuan was not worried at all without Lao Bai restraining him.

He took a sudden step forward, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips: "Come on, I'll see how you kill me today."

Old Hei gritted his teeth, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, and with a shout, he swung his knife down with a fierce slash.

The blade whistled as it slashed straight toward Lu Pingchuan's head.

Lu Pingchuan was prepared. The moment the broadsword came down, he twisted his foot and dodged the attack.

The broadsword grazed his nose as it slashed down, the force of the blow stinging his face.

Lu Pingchuan could even see the reflection of his own pupils on the blade. Without blinking, the moment the knife missed its target, his right hand shot out like lightning and gripped Lao Hei's wrist tightly.

Then he twisted it sharply.

Old Hei's wrist bone made a crisp "crack" sound, and his entire arm was twisted like a pretzel.

"ah......"

He screamed in pain, his fingers involuntarily loosened, and the machete slipped from his hand, falling to the ground with a clatter.

"Lu Pingchuan, if you have the guts, let me go, I'll..."

"Fuck you."

Lu Pingchuan cursed angrily, pushing the other person's five fingers with his palm and forcefully pushing them towards the other person's palm.

With a few crisp cracking sounds, Lao Hei's five fingers on his right hand broke off on the spot.

"Ah..." Another pig-like scream rang out.

A sharp pain shot through him, and Lao Hei arched his back violently, his face contorted in agony, cold sweat pouring down his face like beads from a broken string.

"Lu Pingchuan, I..."

"Noisy."

Lu Pingchuan raised his foot and kicked Lao Hei hard in the face with a "bang".

"Well."

Old Hei groaned, his vision suddenly went black, and his swaying body could no longer support him. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, his limbs sprawled out, his breath weak, and he was already unconscious.

Seeing this, Luo Sanpao was dumbfounded.

Old Black and Old White were his top henchmen, but now, Old White has lost an arm and his legs are not functioning properly, so he is no longer able to fight. Old Black is in a coma and cannot be relied on at all.

If you don't run now, when will you wait?

His fat jiggled as he hurried toward the driver's seat, completely ignoring Old White and Old Black.

"Trying to run away? Did you ask me first?"

Lu Pingchuan picked up the machete from the ground and threw it out suddenly. At the same time, he pushed off with his feet and rushed towards the other party.

The machete flew like lightning straight toward the driver's side door.

Luo Sanpao was clumsy and slow to react, and he didn't even notice the machete flying from a distance.

"Watch out, Pao-ge."

Old Bai, dragging his unresponsive right leg, lunged forward, using all his strength to shove Luo Sanpao away.

The machete grazed the two men's shoulders and flew past, embedding itself in the vehicle with a "clang".

It's clear how much force Lu Pingchuan used; if that knife had landed on Luo Sanpao, it would have pierced through his body immediately.

Luo Sanpao was pushed and fell to the ground, his fat body rolling around in the mud, his face and body covered in dirt.

Ignoring the pain, he struggled to his feet, but before he could even stand up, a large hand was already gripping his neck.

"Luo Sanpao, it's your turn next..."

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