Looking at the invincible Yang Zijun on the screen, Wan Batian did not panic at all: "Since he threw himself into the net, it saved me a lot of trouble." ”

He rushed to the side and ordered: "Call all the brothers scattered outside, I will let this kid surnamed Yang have wings and can't escape!"

"Yes. The staff nodded, turned and went out.

Cui Jindong trembled in his seat: "Uncle Wan, you should be able to deal with this kid, right?"

Wan Batian glanced at him coldly: "Are you doubting my ability to do things?"

"Don't dare, I know Uncle Wan's ability best, today is the death date of this kid. Cui Jindong hurriedly flattered.

Wan Batian leaned back in his chair and stared at the big screen leisurely, as if the victory was already in hand, and Yang Zijun had nothing to worry about.

At this time, Yang Zijun had already reached the seventh floor, he was covered in blood spots, and the whole person was murderous, which made people chill at first sight.

There were more people on the seventh floor, and when these people saw Yang Zijun, they were like seeing the enemy who killed their father, roaring loudly, and rushed towards Yang Zijun with various deadly weapons.

These people's moves are fatal, as long as Yang Zijun is not careful, he will die in Huangquan.

Yang Zijun dodged a person's axe, raised his foot and kicked him to the ground, and in a blink of an eye, the tip of another person's knife was already close in front of him, he flashed and moved, let go of the tip of the knife, held the wrist of the person who came, twisted it with all his strength, clicked, and the shoulder joint, elbow joint, and wrist joint were all broken.

The injured man screamed, but did not retreat at all, but rushed towards Yang Zijun even more violently, wanting to hold him and fall down the stairs together.

Seeing this scene from the big screen, Wan Batian smiled slightly, feeling that Yang Zijun was nothing more than that.

Cui Jindong looked very nervous, because he knew that if he couldn't get rid of Yang Zijun with Wan Batian's hand this time, then he would be in big trouble, and maybe his life would be gone.

Corridor on the seventh floor.

The person with the broken arm was about to hug Yang Zijun, and those behind him saw that the opportunity had come, so they rushed forward together, trying to push Yang Zijun down the stairs together.

Yang Zijun shook his spirits, brought the secret method of martial arts to the extreme, and shouted: "Ah!"

He grabbed the people in front of him tightly, and pushed forward with ten great strengths, and the thirty or forty people in front of him were like rag dolls, powerless, and were violently pushed against the wall.

The thirty or forty men were crushed to the bone, each with blood spitting from their mouths, and suffering serious internal injuries.

Yang Zijun looked up at the monitor, clenched his hands into fists, and said loudly: "Who else!"

In the office on the top floor, Cui Jindong sat on the ground with a thud and crawled under the desk in a panic, scared like a dog.

Wan Batian finally couldn't sit still, he stood up, hurriedly picked up the phone, kept dialing the number, and issued a series of instructions.

When Yang Zijun walked to the eighth floor, seven or eight vans suddenly drove outside the building, and more than 100 people got out of the cars, all of whom were holding weapons in their hands, with long sticks and sharp knives.

These people rushed into the building as soon as they got out of the car, and then quickly rushed to the eighth floor, wanting to be with the people on the eighth floor, they should be outside, and attacked Yang Zijun back and forth.

At this time, Yang Zijun was facing an even more dangerous situation, just now he only needed to deal with the enemy in front of him, but now he was suffering from the enemy on his back, and if he was not careful, he would fall short.

Wan Batian in front of the big screen wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and calmed down a little: "Now I will let you plug your wings." ”

Cui Jindong showed his head from under the table, and was slightly relieved to see that reinforcements had arrived.

There are more than a dozen people guarding the town on the eighth floor, all of them are the elite of Wan Batian's subordinates, all of them are extraordinary, and they are extremely ferocious, and one of them stood up and pointed at Yang Zijun menacingly:

"Boy, you have a big disaster today, if you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy at this time, maybe our boss will keep you a whole corpse, otherwise after taking your life for a while, we will chop you into dumpling filling. ”

The reinforcements who arrived later came all the way to the eighth floor, and saw the tragic scene of their former brothers everywhere, they were both afraid and angry, and they were so numerous that they emboldened each other, and these people all wanted to eat Yang Zijun's flesh and drink Yang Zijun's blood.

"Kill him!"

"Chop him into meat sauce and avenge his brothers!"

The crowd behind him shouted, and the momentum was terrifying.

Yang Zijun stabilized his figure, looked back and forth, and sneered: "You forced me!"

He took out a white scarf from his pocket, folded it in half, and then blindfolded it with it, then took a stance, and shouted, "Come on!"

In the office, Cui Jindong, who was under the desk, was dumbfounded: "This kid knows that he will die, so he gave up resisting?"

Wan Batian's eyes widened: "Look for death." ”

When the elite on the eighth floor saw Yang Zijun's move, they immediately gritted their teeth: "Kill this kid, he dares to insult us and chop him into meat sauce!"

After a shout, the sound of killing shook the sky.

The reinforcements behind saw that Yang Zijun's waist was oozing blood, and immediately reminded the others: "Attack this kid's waist, he is injured in the waist." ”

In an instant, everyone attacked Yang Zijun's waist.

"Despicable!"

Yang Zijun relied on his hearing and sixth sense, dodging the first wave of attacks from these outlaws, and with a sharp knife, he swung it up and down, and the speed was dazzling.

With the sharp knives flying up and down, Yang Zijun's footsteps passed through the crowd lightly, and where he passed, those outlaws only felt that they were lightly slapped by Yang Zijun, and they did not feel that they were injured heavily.

After Yang Zijun floated past the last person, he turned the sharp knife in his hand twice, and then threw it down, and the sharp knife stuck on the floor, trembling slightly.

A quarter of a second later, the entire eighth floor was crying and howling, broken hands and feet flew all over the sky, many people were bleeding, and the entire floor of the eighth floor was flooded with blood.

Yang Zijun took off his scarf, put it in his pocket, and went straight to the ninth floor without looking back.

Looking at the bloody scene on the big screen, Cui Jindong cried insanely: "Mom, help, who will save me!"

At this time, Cui Jindong realized that Yang Zijun was the person he couldn't provoke, but it was too late to understand all this at this time.

Wan Batian was originally sitting firmly in the military tent, but at this time he was also frightened, he hurriedly returned to the back of the desk, opened the drawer, and kept rummaging.

Bang.

The door of the office was kicked open from the outside, and Yang Zijun walked in with a rainbow of momentum, he had blood on his waist, and his whole body was full of blood spots, and the whole person looked like a killing god.

Wan Batian took out a gun from the drawer in a panic and pointed it at Yang Zijun: "Don't move, I'm a real guy, not a joke." ”

Cui Jindong held his head and thought he was dead, but when he saw Wan Batian restraining Yang Zijun, he immediately sat up happily: "Uncle Wan, kill him quickly." ”