It is said that laymen look at the liveliness, and insiders look at the doorway. Just from the kick of the donkey-faced man just now, Mo Feifei could see that this person's skills were not below him.

Seeing this, Mo Feifei did not retreat, but aroused his competitive spirit.

He patted the dust on his clothes with his hand, stood firm, hooked his hand at the donkey-faced man, and made an inviting gesture.

The donkey-faced man frowned, threw away the empty spear, took out a dagger from his pocket, shook it a few times in a dashing manner, and asked in a condensed voice: "Stinky boy, what kind of person are you, dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head, who gave you the guts?"

Mo Feifei said with a smile: "People always have to pay for their actions. What do you say I am, I came to Hades to send me to urge my life. ”

"Hmph", the donkey-faced man's nose fanned, and he snorted heavily: "People who don't have any hair in the fetus dare to speak out in front of Lao Tzu." Okay, since you were sent by Hades, then I will send you to Hades again. ”

As he spoke, he brandished his dagger and ran towards Mo Feifei.

Suddenly, Mo Feifei felt the evil wind on the pavement. His heart moved, and he hurriedly dodged. Before he could stand firmly, the donkey-faced man stabbed him diagonally from top to bottom.

Mo Feifei said secretly, so powerful. He flashed again, but he didn't know that the knife followed him like a shadow, one after another, like the waves of the sea, wave after wave, without stopping, only the beginning of continuously. Moreover, the flashlight in the other party's hand shook so much that the ink squinted.

Mo Fei was unarmed, only a pistol with empty bullets. He didn't dare to resist its edge head-on, moving up and down, dodging more than a dozen moves in a row, waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

Patient people, will wait for good luck.

Finally, Mo Feifei waited for his chance. When he retreated to the hall of the bungalow, out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of an iron rake behind the door, and ran to the gate as fast as he could.

Thinking that he couldn't beat him and wanted to run, the donkey-faced man hurriedly chased after him. His speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed behind Mo Feifei, raised his arm, and waved a dagger.

People borrow the power of the sword, the knife borrows the power of the person, the knife has not arrived, the blade has already arrived.

Seeing this dagger, he was about to cut Mo's extraordinary back open.

At the last moment, Mo Feifei also felt that the evil wind was not good, and he tilted his body to avoid the edge of the dagger. Then he grabbed the iron rake and made a beautiful 180-degree turn.

The wooden pole on top of the iron rake was like a piledriver, and it quickly struck the temple of the donkey-faced man.

The donkey-faced man never expected that the other party would come to this trick. He didn't have time to dodge, he just felt as if his head had been pushed by a cow, and his brain went blank in an instant.

Just when he was stunned, Mo Feifei seized this rare opportunity, raised a kick, and pointed it on the stomach of the donkey-faced man, who couldn't help but retreat two or three meters on the spot.

Mo's extraordinary move of "returning the other body with the other way" is particularly beautiful.

Mo Feifei was kicked away by the donkey-faced man just now, and now the donkey-faced man was kicked away by Mo Feifei again, which can be regarded as a report and a report.

The donkey-faced man couldn't imagine that he actually suffered such a big loss in front of a hairy boy. He touched his swollen temples, swung his dagger, and stepped forward again.

The weapon spectrum says, "One inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous."

In close combat, the dagger is advantageous because of its flexibility and compactness. If two people pull it apart, the long weapon will have the advantage.

The current situation is in line with the latter situation.

Before the donkey-faced man could reach Mo Feifei's side, the latter had already picked up the rake in his hand and smashed it hard.

Seven rake nails, seven wounds, seven fatal wounds.

The donkey-faced man has imagined countless images of leaving this world, or being killed by a gun, or stabbed to death, or killed by a landmine or grenade, or even being hit by a car when he goes out. However, he did not realize that he would be crucified by a rake.

Legend has it that those who are crucified will go to eighteen levels of hell and will never be reborn.

Will he?

He will.

His hands were stained with countless blood, and even if he wasn't crucified, he would go to eighteen layers of hell.

Mo Feifei glanced at him, not wanting to take a second look. He stooped down, picked up the dagger and electric light from the donkey-faced man's hand, picked up the empty gun that had fallen at the top of the stairs, and set up the magazine.

After killing the donkey-faced man, Mo Feifei knew that the matter was not over. If he heard correctly, above the donkey-faced man, there is some "big sister", he is going to meet her.

Big sister, big girl, she must be a woman.

Mo Feifei took a deep breath and made a difficulty. Although the other party did a lot of evil, if he really wanted him to kill the woman, he still couldn't do it.

"Grab her and hand her over to the police. Mo Feifei took a deep breath and finally found a reason to convince himself.

He looked up at the pitch-black staircase as if a monster had its mouth wide open.

Upstairs, I don't know what the situation is, but it's come to this point, and I can't talk about it if I don't go up.

He mustered up his courage and walked up with his feet up. He walked slowly, trying to understand the six senses, feeling the enemy in the dark, and trying to keep himself safe.

One floor, twenty-two stairs, Mo Fei seems to have walked for twenty-two years.

To his surprise, the road was very calm, not to mention people, not even the sound of mosquitoes.

Quiet!

It's terrible to be quiet!

Mo Feifei could even hear his own heart, pounding. Finally, he made it to the second floor.

As soon as he reached the second floor, he saw a wooden bed in the middle of the living room, which was covered by a large mosquito net. Through the thin mosquito net, Mo Fei can vaguely see a person—a woman.

At the woman's bedside stood more than a dozen heavily armed gunmen. Of these more than ten people, except for four women in their twenties and thirties, the rest are all big men with big shoulders and round waists.

I don't know why, when Mo Feifei saw this scene, it seemed to have traveled to the Qing Dynasty, when Cixi Lafayette was listening to politics.

To his surprise, the gunmen did not shoot immediately, although they were full of hostility when they saw him.

Could it be that the other party wants to play some tricks?

Mo Feifei didn't dare to be careless, and paid attention to the movements of the people around him at any time.

As his eyes scanned around, the woman in the mosquito net spoke.

"Little brother is really good, dare to go deep into the Longtan Tiger's Den alone, and kill so many of my subordinates. I don't know, what is there to offend you that can make you take such a big risk and kill us completely. ”

Her voice was very crisp, like a yellow oriole out of the valley, which was very good, but Mo Feifei heard a strange feeling from it.

It's hard for him to put into words what it feels like, it's just very uncomfortable.

Mo Feifei cleared his throat and coughed dryly: "It's not that I want to kill them all, it's that you want to kill everyone else." If you take the money, forget it, you have to kill so many people. ”

"Hehe, it turned out to be a member of the Ouyang family. The woman stretched out her hand and pulled open the mosquito net.