C641 Negative Resistance
C641 Negative Resistance
One of his two sons had died a miserable death, while the other had become a good-for-nothing.
At this moment, he couldn't shake hands with Ren Qianyuv or even kneel down and apologize!
Moreover, he still couldn't understand how his eldest son could have so many elites left to him, yet he was already gone. Moreover, he had been guarding outside the whole time, so even if he ran away, he would still know.
He could not understand why his son was lying on the ground when he came.
"No matter what, it is impossible for me to surrender!"
Taking a deep breath, Hsiao Jingdong took a few steps back. His eyes flashed with determination as he waved his hand.
"All of you, attack! This time, I want them dead!"
So what if he was a Grandmaster? So what if he received bullets with his bare hands?
In order to deal with this kind of martial arts master, he had to prepare for something.
He had spent a huge sum of money to buy a batch of firearms and ammunition from overseas. The penetrating power of the bullets was far more powerful than ordinary pistols. It could be used to deal with martial arts experts.
After seeing their boss' actions, another group of people came out of the car. Each of them had a unique looking pistol in their hand. The black muzzle of the pistol enveloped Ren Qianyuv and the other two.
"Stubborn! If you had begged for mercy, I wouldn't have killed you. But if you had insisted on doing what you wanted, I wouldn't have let you live!"
Ren Qianyuv was protecting Xiao Yao behind them. On the contrary, he and Zhu Wushi were not in danger of dying. If the bullets were not concentrated, it would be difficult for them to even get injured.
Even if the bullet's penetrative power was strong, it wouldn't have any use if it didn't hit the target.
Great Grandmaster's sensitivity to qi flow is too strong.
"Hmph, would you talk so much nonsense to me if you weren't afraid? Shoot!"
At this point, Hsiao Jingdong was already ready to throw caution to the wind. Even if he were to die, he would drag Ren Qianyuv to die with him.
"If you want to die, I'll grant you that wish."
Ren Qianyuv smiled coldly. He had to finish the fight quickly in order to prevent Xiao Yao from getting hurt again.
"It hurts!"
Just at that time, Hsiao Lang's miserable shriek came from a black coloured car. Even the door was knocked and it rumbled.
Hsiao Jingdong's expression changed. He looked behind him and quickly ran over. "Son, son, what happened to you?"
"I'm in so much pain, Dad, I'm in so much pain, all over my body, I feel something drilling through me, Dad, kill me, I can't take it anymore, ah …"
Hsiao Lang's eyes were bloodshot. His hands kept scratching his head and a tuft of his black hair and bloody scalp was torn off.
Seeing his son in such agony, Hsiao Jingdong rushed to the front of the car and anxiously asked, "Son, what happened to you? Tell dad, how can I help you?"
"Dad, save me, there are a lot of bugs biting me inside my body, it must be that kid's doing, ah..." "I don't want to die yet, Dad!"
Hsiao Lang was already crippled, but the Gu Worm was controlling his body to constantly injure himself.
It turned out that the Gu Worm had already snuck into Hsiao Lang's body when the suited thugs came over to carry him back.
"Him again! You still haven't done this to my son? "Ren Qianyuv, your heart is too vicious. What are you guys daydreaming for? Shoot him, kill him!"
When Hsiao Jingdong heard this, he couldn't help but get angry. He glared at Ren Qianyuv and roared at his men.
"Dad, don't!"
Just when his men were about to open fire, Hsiao Lang opened his mouth to stop them. They saw Hsiao Lang trying his best to endure the pain as he wriggled his body and crawled forward.
A tearful cry or plea.