Zhang Kun's body slowly retreated, and as Zhang Kun retreated step by step, the door of the room slowly pushed open, and then a tall white man in a casual suit walked in with an indifferent face, looking at Zhang Kun with cold eyes.

And the most concerning thing is a dagger about 30 centimeters long, or a short knife, held by a white man.

The short knife is sharp and sharp, and the edge of the knife seems to be shining with a cold glow, even if you just look at it, it seems as if you can be cut by it, and there is a deep blood groove on each side of the blade.

This is a sharp weapon to kill, but at this time, the tip of this sharp weapon is aimed at Zhang Kun.

After the white man, two more people walked in, not so much two as one holding the other hostage.

Zhang Kun glanced at the pale Thomson, on his neck, a blood mark was clearly visible, and even the wound was still oozing blood, and outside the wound, an equally sharp dagger was pressed against the blood vessels in Thomson's neck, if Thomson had any abnormal movement, the dagger could cut his throat in an instant.

And after the two, four more people walked in, except for one of them, who seemed to be of the yellow race, the other five, all white, tall and big, compared to the Chinese, indeed a lot burlier, even if it was just such a simple look, you could feel a pressure of urgency.

When the last man walked in, he closed the door with his backhand, and then stood behind the yellow-looking man with the other man.

Another glanced coldly around the room, then went to all the windows, closed them, closed the curtains, and soon the light in the room dimmed.

At this time, there was still silence in the room, Zhang Kun did not speak, and the other party kept watching quietly.

One person held a short knife, and a pair of eyes stared at Zhang Kun coldly, his gaze did not leave the light Zhang Kun at all, even after the curtain was closed, the light instantly turned from bright to dark, and his eyes did not change in the slightest.

The other, armed with a short knife, held Thomson hostage and prevented him from moving.

The guy who resembles a yellow man glanced at Zhang Kun's room with a faint gaze, and there were two people standing behind him, who had been standing behind him silently with their hands behind their backs since they came in, as if they were protecting.

The last person closed the curtains and walked around the room without saying a word.

"Are you Zhang Kun?" After a minute, it was still the guy with brown skin and black hair, who seemed to be a yellow person, spoke first, and with a mouth, he was actually fluent in Chinese.

Zhang Kun was still holding his hands high, and then when he was about to nod, the man's eyelids rolled up slightly, and he looked at Zhang Kun with a cold look: "The one who saved Chuanchang...... Chops?"

Zhang Kun's eyes froze, his eyes looked deeply at the guy who seemed to be a yellow race, and his heart sank slightly.

Zhang Kun didn't speak, and the man was not in a hurry, at this time, after closing the curtains, the white man who had been wandering around the room slowly walked to the sofa coffee table, and then picked up the black handbag on the coffee table, opened it and glanced at it, and then strode to the yellow man: "Boss!"

The "yellow man" took the handbag handed by the white man, pulled out all the things inside, and when he saw the top "Equity Certificate", he snorted coldly on his face, but he didn't open it to take a look, threw it aside, and then continued to flip through the information below.

It wasn't until he turned to the blue message paper that the "yellow race" was stunned, and then a pair of eyes swept the message on the paper, and his face suddenly showed ecstasy.

"Okay, good, pass on Chang~ Oppenheimer, finally let me catch your evidence, lose the company's interests, use it to make your own personal favors, with this piece of paper, I see how you explain to the company's board of directors, how to explain to the old people at home. ”

Looking at the wild laughter of the "yellow race", Zhang Kun's heart sank even more, but he also probably guessed the identity of the person who came, his mind turned quickly, and at the same time, a pair of eyes quietly swept over everyone in the room.

The five white men are all tall and big, and they look like they are full of combat effectiveness, they should be professional bodyguards or retired soldiers of the army, and their combat effectiveness far exceeds that of ordinary people, but in Zhang Kun's opinion, it is not a big problem.

As for the "yellow race", at first glance, it is tested by the alcohol Fengyue place, and it looks quite strong, but inside, I am afraid that I can't be empty anymore, let alone worry.

The only trouble was Thomson, who still had a short knife against his neck, and if he was careless, he would probably .......

Calm, calm down.

Zhang Kun kept controlling his heartbeat in his heart, his hands were still raised high, but in his mind, they were turning rapidly.

"As for you!" After the yellow man put all the information in his handbag, he turned his head to look at Zhang Kun, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sneer, but his eyes were full of anger.

"Because of your appearance, our plans for nearly ten years have been ruined, and it is clear that as long as there is another year or two, the Oppenheimer family's family property will be ours, but you, actually saved the bastard's miscellaneous pieces, and let all our hard work go to waste, so ...... You go and die. ”

The "yellow man" roared with a red face, and then saw the white man with the short knife rushing towards Zhang Kun, the sword light in his hand flashing cold.

Zhang Kun's eyes condensed slightly, his body squatted slightly, and a pair of eyes took in all the white man's every move, and at this moment, Peng Chunhe, who was in mid-air, suddenly shouted at Zhang Kun in horror: "Mr. Zhang, they, they have guns." ”

Hearing Peng Chunhe's voice, Zhang Kun was stunned for a moment, and then at the moment when Zhang Kun was stunned, the two white men who had been standing behind the "yellow race" with their hands behind their backs suddenly stretched out their hands behind them, and two pistols with muffler heads, without saying a word, shot at Zhang Kun.

At the moment when the gun rang out, Zhang Kun suddenly felt a breath of death rushing towards his face, and almost instantaneously, Zhang Kun entered the realm of the unity of heaven and man, and then his body flashed to the side at the fastest speed.

But...... After all, it's still slow.

Originally, with the strength of Zhang Kun's martial arts master, the unity of heaven and man, and the induction of qi and machine, if there was enough distance, Zhang Kun could even do it to the extent that he was not afraid of bullets.

But now, with the distance between the white man and Zhang Kun less than four meters, in terms of the speed of the bullet, it doesn't even take 0.1 seconds.

In addition, the two white men, whether they are professional bodyguards or retired soldiers, must have undergone firearms training, and their marksmanship is naturally not comparable to ordinary people.

Therefore, even if Zhang Kun dodged at the first time, at the moment when the gun rang out, Zhang Kun's body just moved, and three blood flowers bloomed in the air.