It is called a scabbard, but it is actually a simple knife cover made of a piece of leather.

The man in charge pulled out the dagger. The dagger was well maintained, smooth and shiny, and could be used as a mirror, with a sharp front.

But Qin Lang was not surprised when he saw the other party suddenly pulling out the dagger.

The leader looked around again and found that the employees of the company had the same expression as Qin Lang, and were not afraid of him taking a dagger.

"Hmph, don't you know what I'm going to do when I pull out the dagger?"

The leader was unable to get over the face and said coldly.

"I only know that you brought a dagger and added a layer of sets outside the dagger. You are afraid you can't use it once a year."

Qin Lang asked with a smile.

If a person is really a vicious person, he will not bring such a dagger. He either does not bring anything, or just brings a gun or a machete, which is more useful than a dagger. The other party brings this dagger, which only means that the other party wants to use it to boost courage and scare people.

The leader's muddy looked embarrassed and numb, and he would not scare the young man.

Of course, he didn't dare to stab someone directly with a dagger. He just came to collect some protection fees, but he didn't want to be sent to the bureau and shut the iron window by the police uncle.

"Give me."

Qin Lang looked at the smooth and sharp dagger and suddenly said.

"What do you want to do?"

The leader said, I can’t give you everything.

If this young man was a fool and wanted to stab him with his dagger, he would not dare to take this risk.

"If I don't really show my skills, you won't know what regret is."

Qin Lang decided to teach these three brave gangsters a deep lesson.

"What do you want to perform with my dagger?"

The leader asked strangely.

Today I came to this small company, but I felt more and more impulsive. I met a group of weird people, especially this boss, who neither scolded them nor called the police, nor mobilized employees to come up and beat them away, just like... they were playing with mice.

The leader of the bastard doesn't like this feeling very much.

But he also thought Qin Lang was not a fool. Although it was a bit weird, he shouldn't have stabbed people randomly after getting the dagger.

"I'll show you what kind of skills you plan to show."

The leading man carefully pinched the tip of the dagger and handed the handle of the knife wrapped in white cotton thread to Qin Lang.

Qin Lang took the hilt of the knife and suddenly threw the dagger above him.

The dagger rotated vigorously, and the tip and tail ends kept changing back and forth.

The leader of the gangster then saw Qin Lang directly grabbed the dagger that was still rolling in the air!

Damn, what are you doing? Do you take the dagger with your bare hands?

It turns out that this young man... is playing juggling?

However, even if the other party is a juggling expert, the risk factor for taking such a sharp dagger with bare hands is quite high, and at least the leader of the gangster himself dare not do it.

If you don't connect it properly and get the wrong position, and the tip of the dagger is inserted downward, your palm will be pierced.

Just as he was thinking, the leader heard the screams of his companions.

After looking closely, Qin Lang had steadily grabbed the end of the dagger, hung the dagger upside down, and looked at him with a smile.

"Hmph, although you are a coincidence, you really have no use to juggle."

The leader said unwillingly.

"It seems you have made up your mind to take the protection fee from me?"

Qin Lang asked.

"Of course!"

"In this way, I don't want to use forced means to collect protection fees. Your kid is pretty good. We can make friends. You only need to pay 5,000 yuan."

Originally, he planned to charge 10,000 yuan for protection, but this kid seemed to have some tricks and he was unwilling to force someone to get angry.

But Qin Lang never thought of paying the three of them.

"I don't have the protection fee, but I can let you see it." Qin Lang continued to throw the dagger, his movements were calm and gentle, but he could accurately grasp the end of the dagger several times.

"That's it? Humph, I can't convince us!"

The leader muttered.

"I didn't plan to convince you by relying on this."

After Qin Lang finished speaking, he suddenly held the entire dagger in his right hand.

"You don't want to hold it tightly, do you?"

The leader of the gangster can imagine that when Qin Lang holds the dagger tightly, the sharp dagger will immediately cut Qin Lang's hand.

Does this young man want to play with someone who is more cruel than anyone else to scare them off?

"I can remind you that this dagger is very sharp."

The leader shouted.

Qin Lang smiled slightly.

He held his right hand flat so that everyone could clearly see his movements.

With the increase of force on his hand, Qin Lang wrapped the dagger with his palm.

Then, wrap the formed fist and wrap it with a dagger and force it, as if kneading dough.

Three gangsters: "..."Damn, what's the situation?

The scene of Qin Lang's bloody palm that they had expected did not appear at all!

If the dagger belongs to Qin Lang himself, then they can still explain the current scene, believing that there is a problem with the dagger.

But the dagger is theirs!

Yesterday, they used this dagger as a kitchen knife, cut vegetables and chopped steaks, which was no trouble at all. It was a real sharp dagger.

But what happened to this guy? He kneaded the dagger hard, and his palm was nothing?

The legendary iron sand palm?

Qin Lang saw the three gangsters showing a look of surprise, and knew that it was at this time that he could scare them off by showing his move, but his real performance had not yet begun.

Qin Lang wrapped his dagger, rubbed his fist hard again, and rubbed it hard for a few times.

The leader is in a mess.

This is not a dagger, it is like a ball of dough!

"alright."

Qin Lang let go of his hand.

Clang.

The dagger fell to the ground.

The leader and the two companions did not look at the dagger on the ground first. In their opinion, the dagger was extremely hard and there was no problem. What they wanted to see was Qin Lang's hand.

Qin Lang met their wish, opened his palms and showed it.

The three gangsters gasped.

Paralyzed, how did this young man do it? Why didn’t there be even red marks and marks on his palms?

"Have you practiced iron sand palm?"

The leader of the bastard had to look up to Qin Lang.

I'm afraid that only by practicing iron sand palms can you make your palms so hard.

ah!

Suddenly, a companion screamed in horror.

The leader disliked this unorganized and undisciplined behavior the most, turned his head over and scolded the other party, "What's the name!"

Even if this young man practices iron sand palms, how can he destroy his own might and develop the ambition of others?

"No." The companion said aggrievedly.

"You have any advice, are you?"

The leader was about to pat his companion on the head, but he heard another companion say, "Boss, look!"

The two companions looked at the ground, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

The leader of the gangster finally looked to the ground.

Then, he burst into his head and stood there in a daze.
To be continued...