The bar became even crazier at the moment, no one cared about who lived or died at all, only blood could stimulate their souls at the moment, the DJ clicked on a rock song of "Overture to the Dead", and the neighing music resounded throughout the bar.

The five of them each chose a suitable weapon, and talked indifferently and leisurely, as if they were choosing a recipe for a supper supper, not caring about Ye Zifei's existence at all.

Everyone found that Ye Zifei was standing in another corner, and he was actually calling his mobile phone at the moment...... Please, you're in the ring now, and now you're up against five professional fighters, can you be professional!

The call was made by Xuan Yu, just now his computer system intercepted Akuza's mobile phone information, and directly modified the mobile phone to a hands-free state, so what happened on the third floor was recorded by him, and he played this recording directly to Ye Zifei, just to let Ye Zifei know that she was very dangerous at the moment, and the entire bar was controlled by the opponent, and told her that at this moment, the prince and his group were likely to be the target of Ding Lide, and it was up to her to save her.

Although she has not known the prince for a long time, Ye Zifei directly thinks that the prince is not that kind of person, maybe he is just being implicated, she was silent, and just said lightly: "Find Ji Yaqiu, I have to work!" After saying that, he threw his phone aside.

Xuan Yu looked at her phone in a daze, wasn't she worried about her situation at all? And why did she insist on saving her roommate, he felt that Ye Zifei should belong to the kind of cold-blooded and cruel people who only cared about themselves.

This underground boxing arena is only a hundred square meters in size, and after the five big men came in, it was slightly crowded, they had fanned apart, cautiously leaned towards Ye Zifei, moving slowly, while cautiously observing Ye Zifei's movements, while waving the weapon in his hand.

Ye Zifei shook his head gently, they actually gave up their best fist and foot kung fu and chose weapons, I don't know whether to call them stupid or too careless.

The audience shouted dissatisfiedly, the scene was not as bloody as they thought, the five big men faced a woman, and actually kept on guard, in their opinion, they should rush up directly and chop and chop indiscriminately, each with a long stick in her hand, or a machete, and afraid of a short knife in her hand? At first glance, I haven't cut anyone on the street, and it's boring.

The knife in Ye Zifei's hand was not pulled out from beginning to end, she was also observing the opponent, the rightmost one was not injured well, and the movement was a little inconvenient, the second one was a little afraid of death, the pace of movement was the slowest, the one in the middle was the strongest, the chain in his hand, he was quite slippery, the fourth look was disgusting, the one on the far left should be the most difficult of the five people to deal with, he couldn't see any expression on his stiff face, he chose the iron hook fist suitable for close combat.

probably couldn't stand the audience's ridicule, the fourth suddenly sped up and rushed over, and the machete of nearly two meters slashed directly at Ye Zifei, at that moment, Ye Zifei suddenly moved, bent over and leaned over, and directly drew the knife, only to see a cold knife light cut horizontally, just like Dongying's knife drawing technique.

The knife in the big man's hand was slashed, and he didn't dare to look at his thick waist confidently, the knife fell to the ground, and he covered his stomach with both hands, and people noticed that a fine wound suddenly flowed out a large amount of blood, and the wound was very large, and even cut directly into the internal organs of the stomach.

Ye Zifei ignored him and continued to rush towards the next opponent, her knife flowing towards a silver water stream, lifting from the bottom up, slicing open the chest of the second one, and dodging the iron rod near her.

One turned and dodged behind the first, using his body to block the attack of the gloves, her short knife resting on his neck from behind, the cold mask resting on his shoulder like a lingering lover, looking at the other two, shaking their heads slightly, as if mocking their movements for being too slow.

The man in front of her endured the severe pain, and he didn't dare to breathe, and after a while, his face was covered with cold sweat, and his feet were trembling all the time.

Ye Zifei's movements were too fast, like flowing water, without any pause in between, as if everything was under control, it had already been calculated, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, only the "Overture to the Dead" continued to roar, mourning the departed soul......

The other two swallowed their saliva with difficulty, and one of them threw down the long stick in his hand, turned and ran towards the entrance of the ring, banging desperately on the iron frame.

Ye Zifei kicked away the person in front of him, cut his throat with a knife, picked up the iron rod on the ground with one kick, threw it at the one who wanted to escape, and nailed him directly to the iron door.

The last person took off the fist gloves in his hand and threw them on the ground, as if he was ready to die, looking at Ye Zifei with a calm face, and there was still no expression on his stiff face.

Ye Zifei twisted his head and looked at him, after making sure that he really gave up, he also felt strange, no one in the world would give up his life easily, unless he didn't want to live anymore.

Instead of moving again, she plunged the knife into its scabbard and pointed at him and then at herself, as if to tell him that she owed her life.

She shook her head and turned her head to find her phone, but the person suddenly pounced, Ye Zifei heard the movement behind him, and suddenly turned back and drew his knife, but noticed that there was a nervous look in his eyes.

"Bump!"

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet penetrated through the lobe of his lung, and he actually blocked a shot for Ye Zifei.

The scene was suddenly chaotic, people screamed and wanted to flee, watching others die can be bloody, exciting, or crazy...... But the bullet does not have long eyes, and who knows if it will hit itself by mistake.

Suddenly, the power was cut off, and the whole bar was plunged into darkness, and the scene became even more chaotic......

Ye Zifei didn't go, but walked to the big man, squatted down, and stroked the wound, it seemed that he couldn't survive, and felt a little sad, this was a person who wanted her life, but he didn't expect to save his life at a critical moment.

The man gasped with difficulty, stuffed a photo into Ye Zifei's hand, and said intermittently: "My son...... My son...... Please......" and there was no breath left.

Ye Zifei sighed, put the photo in his pocket, and glanced up at the panicked crowd in the stands, revealing a mocking smile in the darkness......

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