Strongest Worker

Chapter 1321

The man groaned, his body was unstable and staggered to the side.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Qing stretched out his hand to pull the edge of the drum steamer, picked up the whole soup pot obliquely and buckled it on the man's head.

"Ah!" the hot soup splashed down. The man howled with pain. He turned over on his side and rolled under the table. His upper body struggled fiercely in the cylindrical pot and hit the metal wall.

Such a situation happened between lightning and flint. Other people in the restaurant quickly stood up and came to Li Qing. A burly man with half a cigarette in his mouth rushed to him first and hit Li Qing on the bridge of the nose.

Li Qing leaned back, avoided the punch, turned his hands behind him and supported the table. With the strength of his wrist, he just raised his legs and kicked a guy who rushed up to one side. The burly man jumped up again and grabbed his neck.

His knee pushed up hard and was bumping into the belly of the burly man. The latter felt a little loose under the pain. Li Qing took advantage of this opportunity to break free and put his hand on the other party's head on the flameout stove.

The strong man struggled desperately, and half a cigarette in his mouth couldn't help falling.

With a slight glance, Li Qing turned to unscrew the gas supply valve of the gas stove with his other hand.

Natural gas surged out of the gas stove. When it touched the half cigarette, it instantly evolved into a deep blue flame.

The burly man's head was pressed in the center of the flame by Li Qing's hand, making a shrill scream, and his hands and feet were desperately pedaling and planing.

Until others rushed to the rescue, Li Qing had to let go. But the burly man had already slipped off the platform and fell to the ground. His trembling hands hugged his head. The whole man shrank into a curly shrimp, convulsed all over, and couldn't even say a complete word.

Li Qing gently pulled the corner of his mouth and pulled out a frying spoon from the tool holder: "ha ha, I suddenly like to be a cook."

Several people on the opposite side directly lifted the table, then raised their feet and kicked it at Li Qing, with cups and plates of soup pouring down the table.

Li qingzong dodged in time, but the attack area was too large. He was still drenched with leftovers. He immediately became angry, knocked the frying spoon in his hand on the head of a recent man, and roared: "do you know how much this dress is for me!"

When the others in the room heard him, they couldn't help feeling a strong sense of strangeness. What the hell is going on in this guy's head? It's so strange what you pay attention to

In an instant, the house was in a mess. Tables, chairs and benches, cups, plates, dishes and chopsticks, kitchen knives flying up and down, all smashed at Li Qing in a variety of ways. The whole scene was like a fight between gangsters in the street. They picked up something and hit people when they met something. There was no rules.

But the only difference is that everyone is extremely fast and has amazing strength. If it was an ordinary person's siege, Li Qing could solve it easily, but in the face of these people in front of him, he couldn't help but be in a hurry. This side just broke the table, and there came another rice bowl. He reached out to catch the rice bowl. A bone removal knife was less than half a foot away from his heart.

"Asshole!" Li Qing drank and suddenly turned around and swung the frying spoon out of his hand. Before the other party's bone cutting knife touched his skin, it hit the guy's chin. The latter had to throw away the bone cutting knife in his hand and ran to one side with his mouth open to breathe air. Finally, he gritted his teeth, held his jaw and pushed it upward, so as to reset the dislocated chin.

"Ha ha ha." Li Qing couldn't help laughing, "one inch long, one inch strong..."

In a moment of carelessness, a rolling pin was knocking on the back of his head. With severe pain, Li Qing suddenly stagnated and almost bit his tongue. He had no choice but to swallow his words, turned around again and angrily swept the frying spoon out of his hand, planning to teach the bastard who dared to knock himself with a rolling pin.

"Hmm?" Li Qing suddenly felt that his hands were light and weightless. When he looked at them, he couldn't help but be a little stunned. The head of the frying spoon in his hand had disappeared at the moment, leaving only a thin iron rod alone.

"Shit, it's hard to find such a hand..." Li Qing glanced at his mouth, reluctantly threw it away, and then stretched out his hand and pulled out the second dagger around his waist.

Changing a blunt weapon into a sharp blade and then fighting, the effect is very different. Five or six minutes after the kitchen scuffle, Li Qing skillfully cut one of them's throat.

Li Qing vowed that if the other party hadn't spit on him like a provocation when he wasn't prepared, he wouldn't have put such a heavy hand on him. After all, these years of experience add up, even though his knife is as sharp as ever, it has become dull.

At the moment when the dagger cut the man's throat, Li Qing instinctively retreated, but even so, the blood splashed all over him. He could not help but feel a little chilly. It seemed that he was about to forget the sharpness of the dagger. The blood mixed with the dirty stains on the skirt, which seemed to send out an extremely complex smell silently.

After the two people were injured, the first dead man finally appeared in the house. The early arrival of death suddenly changed the atmosphere in the restaurant, and a touch of scarlet immediately appeared in the eyes of several people opposite.