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"What?!

At this time, Thirty-two Niang seemed to notice Tu Qianjun's apprehension, and whispered to Tu Qianjun with a smile: "Don't worry about your father, my marksmanship is what your father taught......"

"I've been with that kid Toron, look at it! He definitely can't even pull out a gun in front of Brother Pao! As he spoke, Thirty-two's delicate voice became arrogant!

At this time, although Tu Qianjun didn't know why Thirty-two had so much confidence in his father, he had this comfort and the discussion of the cubs, and they didn't express it when his third uncle wore a forest leopard.

That shows that his father's move is quite reliable. So his worries finally subsided.

At this time, they had already entered the fort of Leijia Mountain. On the long street, the old and young villagers of Leijiashan gathered, while Liang Liang was tied to a pillar with a rag stuffed in his mouth.

Covered in blood, it looks like he has been tossed a lot. Around him was a large group of cubs under his command, all with their hands tied behind their backs, and the muzzles of the brethren of Ertou Mountain were pointed behind their backs.

These were not killed when the cubs attacked, and now gather them and wait for a similar public trial meeting with the villagers of this Leijia Mountain.

Only those who have been confirmed to have committed serious crimes will be pulled out and "inserted". Some of the crimes were not serious, some of them "plucked" his "bits and pieces", and some of them were going to be beaten. The cub who hasn't done anything "sideways thrust pressure" will only be warned and let go.

Liang Liang, who originally had gloomy eyes, immediately flashed with anticipation in his eyes when he saw the dragon behind Tu Sanpao! Desperately struggling!

Tu Sanpao was still not in a hurry, walked up to Liang Liang and pulled down the strip of cloth that he was plugging his mouth and said with a smile.

"Liang Liang, your 'big pillar' Tuolong is back." Tu San pointed at Tuolong and said: "I'll make a bet with him, take ten steps back and he will shoot me, if I am dead or injured, I will let you go!" That's the kind of belt that cowboys in the American West are all about!

Could it be that your own dad will draw a spear like a cowboy in the American West?! In his previous life, Tu Qianjun had seen that kind of gun pulling technique, and the fastest shot in that way could reach 0.02 seconds!

But, my dad is just a beard in the Northeast!? Where did you learn how to draw a gun?! This was almost impossible in Tu Qianjun's mind.

Just when Tu Qianjun was puzzled, Tu Sancang had already skillfully and quickly hung the belt with the revolver on his waist and asked Tuo Long.

"Are you ready?!"

Although Tuolong saw Tu Sancang's belt, he felt that it didn't seem to be anything special. Maybe it was just a little weird, so Tuolong nodded quietly.

After handing over the belt to Tu San's gunner, the flying harrier began to clear the field. drove all the people to both sides of the street, and vacated the place in the middle of the street for Tu Sangun to try out.

Tu Sanpao was still light and light, and he made a gesture of invitation to Tuo Long and stood in the middle of the street by himself.

And Tuolong also slowly walked to the center of the street in Liang Liang's expectant eyes......

After standing still, Tuolong turned around, one step, two steps...... After a while, the dragon stopped at ten paces. Taking a deep breath, Tuolong turned around and slowly pulled the placket open, revealing the blue box cannon that had opened the firing pin......

And what about Tu Sancang at this time?! He was still as calm as ever, his hands naturally hanging down beside the left wheel on his thighs, and his mood and expression did not fluctuate at all......

Suddenly! Tuo Long pulled out the box and aimed at Tu San Cannon who was standing ten steps away from him in an instant! Two-handed guns!

"Bang!"

Gunshot! Rang!