Looking at Li Ming's red eyes and the final blow in the Jedi, Lu Tianming couldn't help but be stunned.

Li Ming also thought that Lu Tianming was stupid by himself, and was secretly thinking about whether to change his mind and take Lu Tianming hostage to help him escape.

I saw that suddenly Lu Tianming suddenly stretched out a hand and aimed it at the dagger in his hand.

Just when Li Ming was pleasantly surprised to think that Lu Tianming was really stupid by himself, and his plan was promising.

Only two voices in a row were heard.

"Snap ......"

"Boom ......"

Lu Tianming slapped the dagger in Li Ming's hand to the ground with a slap like a fly, and directly slapped his wrist and fractured it......

Seeing this scene, the people around couldn't help but show a hellish expression.

Damn, this isn't an ordinary person.

Oh my God, these people are provoking two monsters today?

Plop plop plop.

I only heard a muffled sound, and the little brother of Sha Wantu who was present knelt directly for a large time, and for a while, no one was still standing.

"You...... You...... You...... How do you do it......"

Li Ming felt like he had seen a ghost, his body subconsciously kept regressing, trembling non-stop.

What was happening in front of him was beyond the comprehension of his poor brain.

How could it be that the dagger he had just now obviously really stabbed his palm, but it didn't cause him any damage, but it was knocked down casually?

Looking at Li Ming's frightened appearance, Lin Junhe couldn't help but smile faintly and glanced at him.

"Don't you know, this boss of yours is a well-known martial arts master in Xiangjiang and even Southeast Asia, Master Lu. ”

"You are playing with a dagger in front of him, are you going to play with a pencil knife in front of Guan Gong?"

Hearing Lin Junhe's words, Li Ming couldn't help but completely collapse to the ground, and his body trembled like a pudding.

That's when he really realized how stupid what he was doing.

He had seen a martial artist who could easily take down seven or eight hardcover men.

And the grandmaster is far beyond the martial artist, and in his eyes, he is not the existence of the same world as himself at all.

He didn't expect that his appearance, which looked like an elegant and hurtful boss, turned out to be a martial arts master.

And ...... for yourself It was even the idea that hit him on the head......

"Master Lu spares his life, Master Lu spares his life, I have no eyes. ”

Facing this traitor who still had the face to beg for mercy to himself, Lu Tianming just glanced at everyone present, and then slowly spoke.

"Drag it out and bury it. ”

As soon as he heard this, several young men with a relatively high desire to survive immediately dragged Li Ming out.

"Don't ...... Don't......"

There was a pig-killing cry, and then it soon fell silent again.

Everyone present couldn't help but tremble, knowing that Li Ming, a traitor, had probably turned into a weed planted next to the building.

And waiting for yourself and others, I don't know what the result will be......

......

Sha Wantu was killed by himself, Li Ming was also dragged out and buried, for the remaining minions, Lin Junhe was too lazy to kill them, but prepared to find someone in the crowd who could speak Huaxia to talk to him.

"Do you have any people here who can speak Huaxia?"

There was silence for a while, and after a few seconds, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties and had a sad face raised his hand weakly: "I...... I would ......."

"Oh, are you from Huaxia?" Lin Junhe glanced at this person, both in appearance and accent, it seemed that he was a little different from the natives of Timor-Leste.

"Back to ...... Master Hui, I, my name is Wu Tiezhu, and I am a Chinese who was deceived into working here to work in the dark......"

The middle-aged man said as he took out a gray and yellow ID card from his pocket to confirm that what he said was true.

"In that case, I have a few questions for you, and if you answer truthfully, I can arrange a ship for you to return home. "Lin Jun River Channel.

"Really, thank you, Master, thank you, Master. Wu Tiezhu was overjoyed, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed a few times to Lin Junhe.

After listening to Wu Tiezhu talk about the local situation and his situation for a while, Lin Junhe probably understood the situation about this gang and East Timor.

According to Wu Tiezhu, he was originally prepared to come to this place to work hard after listening to the high salary from his relatives.

I didn't expect that this was a place where a poor bird didn't, and he was tricked into being a cheap laborer.

And it didn't take long for the days of such oppression to close, and the black factory where he worked closed down.

This is a terrible black household for him, the country of East Timor is already poor, its income depends on the exploitation of oil, gas and gold mines, and the unemployment rate of the local people is terrible, not to mention that he is a black household from outside.

In desperation, he joined the gang led by Chavantu.

In Chinese parlance, this gang is called the Black Tiger Gang, which is very suitable for Sha Wantu's rustic taste.

"Since you've been here for two or three years, you should be familiar with the situation around Timor-Leste, right?" Lin Junhe asked.

He was going to inquire a little about the waters around Timor-Leste, and maybe he could find news about the dragon vein.

"It's familiar, because the Black Tiger Gang's main focus is on extortion, but the residents here are very poor, and they can't survive on this alone. Therefore, the Black Tiger Gang also has its own fishing boats, and often let us low-level gangs go out to sea to fish. ”

When Lin Junhe heard this, he couldn't help but be a little speechless, this Black Tiger Gang is quite miserable.

It's no wonder that the plantation, which is only worth several million, seems to make Li Ming and Sha Wantu drool.

"Then it's about two or three hundred kilometers east of here, but are there any islands or anything like that, do you know?" Lin Junhe continued to ask.

Lin Junhe didn't expect the other party to really know anything, just trying his luck.

Unexpectedly, when Wu Tiezhu heard this, he suddenly trembled and shook his head again and again.

"Master, you don't want to go to the Isle of Death, you can't go there, there is no way out!"

Although the Island of Death was said by Wu Tiezhu in Huaxia, the people present seemed to have a sentence or two of Huaxia language, and when they heard this word, they all showed frightened looks.

This made Lin Junhe a little surprised, and hurriedly continued to ask: "What is the situation on the island of death, you can tell me carefully." ”

"Okay......" Wu Tiezhu immediately took a deep breath and smiled bitterly: "But let me tell you, master, that place is really impossible to go, even if the real immortals go in, I'm afraid they will all have to die inside!"