Qin Lang narrowed his eyes.

He still underestimated these people.

These people chose to take action in the abandoned dock, and the leader's Scarface even brought the pistol. He should have taken some precautions against himself in advance and had already prepared as foolproof as he thought.

"Don't point the gun at me." Qin Lang said coldly. He hated that the black muzzle was aimed at him.

When others face the gun, they may be afraid or nervous, but they just hate it.

"What else?" Perhaps he felt that he had a gun in his hand and was invincible, Daohu mocked him.

Qin Lang didn't joke with Daohu: "Otherwise I will use your gun to smash your mouth!"

Hahaha! There were harsh laughter from people around.

Daohu laughed louder than anyone else, and he said in a sarcastic tone: "I'm so scared!"

After saying that, Daohu put down his pistol, blew his mouth at the muzzle, and threw it to Qin Lang with a disdainful look: "You fool, the gun is in my hand. Do you want to use it to blow my mouth to pieces, are you dreaming?"

The subordinates smiled exaggeratedly, not taking Qin Lang seriously at all.

They all knew the power of the gun. Brother Hu was in his hand with a pistol. No matter how awesome Qin Lang was, he could only kneel down in front of such a powerful weapon with terrifying lethality.

Qin Lang also smiled, but in fact he didn't take this group of people seriously.

Qin Lang said seriously: "I'm not dreaming, but from now on, you should indeed worry about your mouth."

"Oh, I'm quite angry."

Daohu thought everything was under control, but he was not in a hurry to take action. He gestured at Qin Lang a few times with a pistol and said proudly.

Qin Lang didn't say anything, his expression was solemn, and he looked at the people around him smiling.

"Take it." Daohu felt that before forcing Qin Lang to kneel down with a gun, he could let Qin Lang look at it first.

A subordinate lifted a white plastic pot from the car. Judging from the way the man was carrying it, the things in the pot were quite heavy.

"Did you see it?" Daohu pointed at the pot and said to Qin Lang.

"There are ten kilograms of urine here. We are over 20 people. They are mixed and taste good. I will ask you to taste it later." Daohu continued.

Qin Lang's face darkened. This method was really sinister and vicious, and they could think of it.

However, Qin Lang's face quickly stretched out. It has always been his strength to treat his body with his own way.

"Brother Hu, wouldn't the scene of this kid drinking pissing very interesting?" said a subordinate of Dao Hu, with a bad taste.

It caused harsh laughter from others.

Daohu smiled hard, patted his younger brother's shoulder, and smiled at Qin Lang again: "You will definitely feel very funny when you drink urine, haha, you'll still drink twenty kilograms of urine!"

The laughter was even louder around.

A person was forcibly filled with twenty kilograms of urine, which even thought about it hit their laughter.

To Daohu's surprise, Qin Lang actually laughed too.

"Why are you laughing?" Dao Hu was a little unhappy. He originally thought that Qin Lang's face would look as ugly as constipation when he heard this unfortunate news.

"I'm thinking that the scene of you twenty-one drinking urine together will definitely feel very funny." Qin Lang said lightly.

"Damn it, I'll kill you later!" The man who was patted by Daohu on his shoulder immediately shouted fiercely.

"Hmph, Qin Lang, you don't cry until you see the coffin. You're still so crazy when you die." Dao Hu sneered, "Do you know what your destiny is today?"

Qin Lang responded calmly: "Besides these twenty kilograms of urine, there should be something else?"

"Smart!" Daohu's face was full of gloating: "Before urinating you, we will break your limbs first, which means that after today, you will be disabled."

"Well, this plan is really vicious." Qin Lang commented on it, but it seemed that the plan was not aimed at him.

In his heart, Qin Lang was already very angry and made up his mind to use thunder methods today to crush these scumbags!

At the same time, the person who wants to break his limbs will not be spared.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, kneel down immediately and hold your head with both hands!" Daohu pointed the black muzzle at Qin Lang again.

The safety bolt of the pistol was opened, and Daohu forced him to say, "I know you should be good at it, but you will definitely not be able to withstand the impact of the pistol bullets. If you don't want a blood hole in your body, just do what I said!"

Before Qin Lang finished speaking, he hugged his hands behind his head and squatted slowly.

Seeing Qin Lang so obedient, everyone around him laughed wildly.

"Haha, I thought Qin Lang had three heads and six arms, but I didn't expect that he would still be timid when he saw the real gun."

"No matter how good the martial arts are, they are afraid of kitchen knives, let alone pistols? Brother Hu called him to squat down, and he had to squat down!"

"He was still pretending to be a timid just now, but he is still a coward?"

"It's boring. It's really useless to let so many of us deal with a coward."

Daohu watched Qin Lang squat slowly, with an arrogant smile on his face. He ordered his men: "Ding Shun, Maodan, Tietuo, you guys have captured Qin Lang, let's start doing business."

The few people who were called began to surround Qin Lang.

The two people next to Daohu kept waving the iron stick in their hands. It seemed that they had to wait until Qin Lang was controlled, and as Brother Hu told him, he would destroy Qin Lang's hands and feet as Hu said.

"Qin Lang, don't want to resist, otherwise, I promise to torture you even more." Dao Hu threatened.

As an old martial arts world who has been living on the road for a long time, Daohu was a little worried that Qin Lang would suddenly attack and take one of his subordinates as hostages, so he warned Qin Lang specifically.

In his opinion, even if Qin Lang held one person hostage, there were still twenty people on his side. Just twenty people could crush Qin Lang to death, so all the situation was still under his control.

Ding Shun and others walked to a place less than three meters away from Qin Lang with steel rods and iron rods. They were not afraid that Qin Lang would resist at all. In their eyes, Qin Lang was the fish to be slaughtered on the chopping board.

"Mu San, come over with the camera and record the picture of breaking Qin Lang's limbs later." Daohu was already imagining the scene where Qin Lang had broken limbs and could only crawl on the ground.

"Boy, you deserve to be unlucky today." The pistol pointed at Qin Lang, and Daohu thought that even if Qin Lang was a god, he could not fight back.

Ding Shun first walked to Qin Lang directly, waved the iron stick in his hand, and looked down at Qin Lang: "Tama squats honestly, have some movement, I will knock you to death with one stick!"

But as soon as Ding Shun finished speaking, he suddenly realized that his feet were actually off the ground and his whole body was in the air!

When he looked down, Ding Shun was shocked to find Qin Lang holding his waist and shoulders and lifting him up. Then, he felt the whistling sound of wind coming from his ears!

Ding Shun was so scared that he let out ah-ah scream, but it was useless. His body was like a shell and he directly smashed his body towards the sword and tiger.

Bang, bang!

Two dull sounds sounded behind Qin Lang's back. The other two held iron sticks and knocked on Qin Lang's back.

But they thought that this kind of knock could knock Qin Lang faint, but they were frightened to find that Qin Lang had disappeared from them, and had already reached three meters away. The agile running look was like two scoundrels knocking on their body, like tickling it!

The open space suddenly became chaotic.

Daohu's eyes were blocked by Ding Shun who was flying towards him. Of course, he did not dare to shoot at his subordinates. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and moved to the side while retreating. This would not only avoid Ding Shun's hit him, but also discover Qin Lang's traces.

But Daohu's abacus was very useful.

Because Qin Lang used the "Fast Wind Step"!

Qin Lang rushed towards Daohu from the side like a gust of wind. Before Daohu had time to react, Qin Lang threw Daohu to the ground, and his right hand stuck Daohu's hand with the gun like a pliers, easily snatching the pistol.

Bang!

Qin Lang kicked the Daohu who wanted to get up, then stepped on Daohu's head directly, held his pistol high, and shouted loudly: "Who doesn't want to die, can rush towards me."

No one dares to rush.

Although the No. 20 people surrounded Qin Lang from all directions, everyone understood that no matter how fast they rushed up, they could not be faster than the speed of the bullet.

The sword tiger on the ground was frightened. He witnessed Qin Lang's perverted and incredible speed of running and his violent and terrifying close-fitting fighting skills with his own eyes, and was full of fear of Qin Lang.

Until now, he realized that the reason why Qin Lang had been calm before was that he did not see them at all!

"Drop the sticks and sticks in the center of the open space, hurry up!" Seeing the deterrent power of the pistol, completely suppressing the number 20 people, Qin Lang ordered again.

If there is a pistol that can scare these people out of fear, there is no need for him to beat these people one by one.

Clang, clang.

The No. 20 person was reluctant but had to throw iron rods and other things into the center of the open space.

"Line in two rows, hold my head with my hands and squat!" Qin Lang stepped on Daohu's head and did not move, but moved the pistol on his hand. The black muzzle kept moving past the No. 20 people, scaring these people so much that they were urinating.

At this moment, no one of them dared to take the opportunity to escape. Brother Hu's 20-capacity German-made pistol is very powerful. When the black hole muzzle is pointed at him, their legs are weak and they have no courage to escape.

Soon, twenty people, ten people in a row, divided into two rows, like labor reform criminals, and they all squatted on the ground with their heads in a regular manner.

Qin Lang first beat Daohu to the point where he could not get up, then he picked up the thickest iron rod with his pistol and came to the No. 20 person.

With a pistol in hand, Qin Lang knocked all these people over to the ground like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, and returned to drag the sword and tiger into the group.

Now, twenty-one people are under his control.

Qin Lang chose the guy who was the least injured, asked the man to find a rope in the car, tied the other twenty people together, and then Qin Lang went up and tied the man up.

Looking at the group of people like extra-large dumplings, Qin Lang threw the white plastic pot directly in front of them.

"You guys will assign it yourself. I won't see the urine in this pot for two minutes. You will know it's amazing! Also, don't miss a drop of urine, otherwise, you'll be suffering!"

Qin Lang said coldly, suddenly pulling the trigger at Daohu.

After a "bang" gunshot, Daohu looked at the bloody hole that emerged from his left thigh and screamed like a pig.
To be continued...