At the last moment when his life was exhausted, Yang Peng used all his strength to widen his eyes and grow his mouth with difficulty, but he couldn't make a sound because his throat was pierced. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Eventually, Yang Peng's head hung down heavily.

"Smack! When, when! Yang Peng's body was crooked, and the three bundles of banknotes in the inner pocket of his windbreaker slipped down, and at the same time, Yang Peng's right hand was released, and the glass bottle containing the purple-red viscous potion fell, but it was not broken.

Lan Jia and Lan Hu looked at Yang Peng, who was killed by Qin Sanbao's punch, looked at Qin Sanbao in a daze, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. They had long been prepared to see Yang Peng killed by Qin Sanbao with their own eyes, but they didn't expect it to be in such a murderous way.

"Brother Qin......"

"Bang!" Lan Hu called softly, but what he summoned was Qin Sanbao's left fist. Lan Hu's nose bone was shattered in an instant, and his eyes were almost shocked to the point of popping out. Lan Hu held his breath for a long time, and Lan Jia stood stupidly in place when she saw this scene, not daring to make the slightest movement.

Lack of oxygen and pain would numb a person's will, and when Lan Hu couldn't help but gently inhale the air, Qin Sanbao's killing intent regenerated. Qin Sanbao's left fist was clinging to the slight flesh and blood of Lan Hu's face, and then it was a straight punch that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and this punch was no longer attacking Lan Hu's face, but directly piercing Lan Hu's neck.

"Wow, ahhhh Extreme fear forced Lan Jia into a state of madness, and he screamed as if he wanted to punch Qin Sanbao. It's a pity that his movements were too slow, Qin Sanbao's right arm directly tore off the last connection between Yang Peng's neck and his head, like an iron rod that broke the wind, breaking Lan Jia's neck in an instant, and Lan Jia lost his life on the spot.

On December 10, 2052, Qin Sanbao personally killed Yang Peng, Lan Jia, and Lan Hu, and the second Grim Reaper mission was completed.

Compared to the first task, this second task was beyond Qin Sanbao's expectations, it was so smooth.

"I hope Xu Tao will really help me end it." Qin Sanbao looked at the three corpses separated from the corpses on the ground, closed his eyes and sighed.

In this world, many people die normally or abnormally every day, and only a small part of them are really discovered or concerned. Especially in the past five years, human life and crime have become less and less concerned, and even if Qin Sanbao ignores the corpse here, it is unlikely that he will be wanted and pursued.

But I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm afraid of what if. Qin Sanbao threw his vision around, the road in the alley was concrete, and it was too easy to be found by burying the corpse in it after it was broken, and outside the alley was a city that never sleeps, and going out with the corpse was like promoting himself to kill people all over the street.

"Tsk, forget it, resign yourself to fate." Qin Sanbao dispelled the idea of burying the corpse, and just as Qin Sanbao wanted to move away, a light shot into his eyes.

Qin Sanbao paused and found that the light was the reflection at the corners of the glass of the potion. Qin Sanbao leaned over, picked up the bottle of potion, put the potion in front of his eyes and shook it gently, the purple-red viscous liquid in the glass bottle flowed in the direction of the shaking.

Qin Sanbao looked at the potion and frowned, this potion was not the same as the potion he had snatched from Scarface before, whether it was the viscosity, the color of the potion, or the packaging.

"Bring it back to Yan Sheng." Qin Sanbao muttered to himself.

Qin Sanbao's eyes glanced at the three bundles of banknotes on the ground, leaned forward slightly, and immediately straightened up in half a breath, kicking the three bundles of banknotes away, one of which happened to smash into Yang Peng's face.

"Stomp, stomp." At the entrance of the alley, a thin man with a yellow face and thin muscles suddenly walked in, he scanned the corpse on the ground with bloodshot eyes, and then stared directly at Qin Sanbao, the corners of his mouth sketched a terrifying smile.

Qin Sanbao put the potion into his pocket, and the thin man's smile suddenly stiffened, and he looked at Qin Sanbao in surprise.

"You're someone from above? Didn't you say that you would give me this task? The thin man's eyes widened, his face twisted and growled.

"Upper? I'm not someone else's lackey. Qin Sanbao chose to ignore the thin man and took a step.

"Bang!" A cloud of crimson flames suddenly poured out of the thin man's right fist, and he smashed his right fist against the stone wall beside him, which was actually smashed out of a large pit, and the pit was surrounded by blackened burn marks. This action of the thin man successfully stopped Qin Sanbao's pace and also successfully attracted Qin Sanbao's attention.

"How dare you underestimate me! Tell you, Lao Tzu is an A-level ability! The thin man proudly straightened his back, raised his head, and glared at Qin Sanbao with contempt.

"Oh, A-class adepts, that sounds amazing." Qin Sanbao pretended to be lazy and pouted provocatively.

"Heh, it's too late to beg for mercy." The thin man swung his right fist directly in front of him, and the flames wrapped around his right fist intensified. "If I punch you, you might die!"

Qin Sanbao was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

Seeing this, the thin man suddenly lost his breath, the flame on his right fist burned even more vigorously, and his left foot moved forward slightly, ready to attack.

Qin Sanbao couldn't help but laugh and learned the posture of a thin man, put his right fist in front of him, and then the ridicule on his face turned into a face of "I am dangerous": "If I punch this time, you will definitely die!" ”

"Look for death! The last person who dared to shout at me like this was already three meters tall on the grave grass! The thin man's forefoot and soles of his feet instantly exerted force, and his forward-leaning body rushed out like a flying arrow.

Qin Sanbao's eyes were wide open, and every subtle movement of the thin man, and even the direction and frequency of the flame on his right fist could be clearly seen.

The thin man gradually approached, and Qin Sanbao also took a step back to prepare to counterattack. In an instant, a wave of energy poured out from Qin Sanbao's right arm, and that energy quickly rushed upward, condensing into a mass shaped like a soap bubble that completely wrapped Qin Sanbao's right fist.

"Wow, ahhhh The thin man screamed wildly, and threw a fire fist heavily, and the flame wrapped around his right fist suddenly burst out, like a fierce fire snake, hitting the ground and still extending forward.

If you look closely, you can see that the left side of this "fire snake" is a little too flat, as if it has been cut off by a sharp knife. A few centimeters away from the broken mark was Qin Sanbao's stout right arm, which was full of muscles.

The "Fire Snake" quietly dissipated when it was about to touch Lan Hu's corpse.

The thin man stared at Qin Sanbao with his eyes in disbelief, wanting to make a sound, but he couldn't do it anymore.

Qin Sanbao's right fist pierced the thin man's neck with precision.

Spike!

The thin man's eyes were full of anger and unwillingness, and he fell down with his eyes open.