Why is that guy here?

He suddenly remembered what Brother Zheng said before he died.

Don't......

A bad premonition welled up in my heart.

Chen Yuan pressed the accelerator hard, and the steering wheel rotated to the right.

The car rushed straight down the road into the wasteland.

The men outside the fence looked at the dilapidated pickup truck playfully, as if they didn't pay attention to Chen Yuan at all.

Thoughts were racing in my mind.

He didn't know what was going on inside the Tsuchiya yet, so he didn't act rashly.

He parked the car in front of the men and stepped out of the car with a blank face.

His gaze swept over everyone, and he didn't rush to speak.

Killing Matt happened to meet his gaze at this time, he subconsciously dodged for a moment, and then made a very unhappy look, glaring at Chen Yuan.

The man who had run into the earthen house pushed open the door and walked out, and behind him, was a tall man. The man didn't look very strong, but he had a cold ruthlessness all over his body. He wears a silver earring in his left ear and a black Buddha around his neck. He wears a sweater on his upper body, and he is wearing pants in both hands and is wearing a belt. Beside him, a man helped him put on his coat. It looks like he's supposed to be the boss of the gang.

Chen Yuan stared at him and walked forward slowly.

These people are more or less stained with blood.

It's not easy to judge at first.

It wasn't until he got closer that he basically confirmed that some of the blood stains should not have dried up.

In other words, Jiang Lian and they may have had an accident.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and exhaled softly.

It seems like this hasn't been felt in a long time.

If you want to kill someone, kill all these people in front of you.

"Ah, it's really embarrassing when you came back, I just took off my pants, and I'm disappointed, you know? ”

The man with the earrings fastens the waistband of his trousers, as if he is reminiscing.

Glancing at Chen Yuan, a trace of hatred quickly rose in his expression.

"Sure enough, he looks like a very nasty guy. ”

He spat forward, then reached out his right index finger and rubbed the corner of his mouth.

The originally playful face gradually became ruthless.

"So, why kill my people?"

Chen Yuan opened his eyes and looked at him.

At the moment, the surrounding group of guys does not have guns in their hands.

Only the man in front of him, who seemed to have a black pistol on his waist.

The distance between them was probably less than five meters, which should be enough to break his hand before he could shoot.

Chen Yuan didn't speak, just stood quietly in place.

The man with the earrings craned his neck and glanced at the beat-up pickup truck behind him.

"Just to add two barrels of gas to your broken car, you actually killed my people?"

He shook his head regretfully, "Killing people is to pay for their lives, you know?"

His slender eyes narrowed, and he stared at Chen Yuan closely, his expression overflowing with vicious killing intent, "Do it!"

A bitter cold wind whistled from one side.

The men around him all waved their machetes and rushed towards Chen Yuan.

Scolding and roaring filled my ears.

The figure swayed.

The man at the front slashed at him.

originally thought that this knife would definitely hack Chen Yuan to death.

However, just when the blade was still a few centimeters away from Chen Yuan's neck, the man suddenly saw Chen Yuan turn his head and look at him. At that moment, a suffocating murderous aura swept over in a violent manner. It was as if the color of the whole world had disappeared in an instant, and the figure, which was not very strong, turned to the left in vain.

He felt only a sharp blow to his chest against the opponent's elbow, and then his wrist holding the knife was grabbed. The trajectory of the slash changed, and the next second, blood flew in front of him with a howl of pain.

The machete stabbed his companion in the stomach.

Immediately afterward, there was a sharp pain in the wrist, and the body was forcibly pulled to the right. The machete slashed from behind, just hitting him in the back, and he let out a scream, and the knife in his hand was snatched away by the other party. He only felt a sudden lightness in the strength of his wrist, and then the man in front of him swung his machete around.

Without a chance to dodge, the blade slashed through the collarbone, blood gushing wildly. He could clearly feel something embedded in the underside of his neck. His eyes widened in disbelief, watching Chen Yuan hold the hilt of the knife and slash hard, the blade of the knife directly cut a huge incision in his neck, and his trembling vision was completely stained red by blood. And so he fell backwards and died.

Chen Yuan took the machete and dodged to the left, and after avoiding the opponent's attack, he leaned over and cut the man's tendon with a knife. With the strength of his legs again, he lunged to the right, and the machete slashed past his shoulder, and he stabbed the man under the ribs.

The screams echoed in the wind.

Chen Yuan did not pull out the knife, but directly pressed against the man's flesh and continued to exert force.

So the machete cut a huge gap in the man's abdomen.

Blood was like a pillar, and the man's eyes were black and he fell to the ground and died.

Chen Yuan returned his hand and plunged a knife into the back of the man whose hamstring was cut, and then pulled out the machete expressionlessly.

The smell of blood was in the air.

In the blink of an eye, all six men in leather clothes fell to the ground, some already dead, some about to die.

Among the people who were originally guarding outside, only Kill Matt was left alive.

He didn't have a machete in his hand, and he didn't take part in the fight.

He looked at Chen Yuan in a daze, his expression full of incredulity. Two dirty eyes almost fell out of their sockets, and the fear scared him back and forth.

The two men walking in front of and next to the earring man didn't expect Chen Yuan to be so capable of fighting.

They looked unnaturally at the earring man beside them, as if they were pinning all their hopes on him.

Chen Yuan walked over with a knife to the earring man.

The two were already less than three meters apart at this time.

Chen Yuan took two steps forward.

The man with the earrings jerked out the pistol at his waist.

He was equally shocked by the scene that was happening in front of him.

However, what can a person do no matter how powerful he is, can he be faster than a bullet?

With this in mind, he said viciously, "You-ah-"

The first word just popped out of his mouth, and the hand holding the gun didn't have time to aim.

Chen Yuan rushed a step in vain, and the machete slashed obliquely, and a cold light appeared.

Heart-rending pain exploded on the right arm.

Bright red blood drew a broken arc.

He saw his hand holding the gun fly into the air.

"My hand! my hand—"

He clutched his right arm like crazy and screamed wildly.

Chen Yuan let go of the machete in his hand and caught the gun.

Throwing away the severed hand with a blank face, he raised his pistol and aimed it at the man with the earrings.

The slender eyes widened hard, and the man with the earrings seemed to want to say something.

But the shots rang out.

Chen Yuan didn't give him any extra chances.

The bullet pierced a black-red blood hole in his eyebrow.

A wisp of smoke slowly rises upward.

The two men standing next to him were so frightened that they immediately raised their hands.

Chen Yuan's cold gaze swept over them.

Two more gunshots rang out, and two men fell.

Kill Matt opened his mouth and turned to escape.

Chen Yuan raised his pistol and pulled the trigger.

The bullet entered the back of his head, and his movements stiffened, and then he fell to the ground, not moving.

Chen Yuan sighed lightly.

walked forward with a lonely expression.

Then slowly push the door open.

In the field of vision, there were three pools of dark red blood.

The old man's family was brutally murdered......

My heart fluttered violently.

Then I saw Jiang Lian and Li Qiluo tied to the corner in disheveled clothes. Both of them had transparent tape on their mouths, and at the moment they were writhing desperately, and their mouths kept making "hmm" sounds.

In a trance, he suddenly realized what they meant.

At the same time, a man smashed a stick from his side.

With a crunch, the stick broke, debris flew in the air, and sticky blood ran down his forehead.