Seeing Yan Murong coming towards them, the four strong men couldn't help but take out their pistols from their arms and aimed their guns at Yan Murong.

Yan Murong was very angry.

Why? Damn, you get bombarded with a bazooka.

Yan Murong pondered for a long time, but he didn't figure out what kind of deep hatred he had with Dong Wuyan, so much so that he wanted to use such a means to rectify him.

There was nothing to say about an ambush or something along the way, but the woman actually found someone to bombard herself with a bazooka.

Damn, isn't it a society governed by the rule of law? Isn't it said that Hong Kong's laws are more sound than those in the mainland, why are people taking bazookas to the streets?

The current Yan Murong doesn't care whether the other party has a gun in his hand or not, his purpose is very simple - since you want my life, then I will take your life first.

It's like a female leopard whose cubs have been captured by a hunter, and when that time comes, she doesn't care if you have a gun or a burning stick.

When the anger is fully exploding, I am not even ready to take my life.

Yan Murong is now this angry leopard, even if the other party will shoot, he will catch up.

Being assassinated once or twice is okay, but Yan Murong found that his luck was so good, and he could encounter things that ordinary people could not encounter in their lifetime.

"Stop." The strong man standing in front shouted.

Yan Murong turned a deaf ear, and his footsteps still kept rising towards the four of them, his eyes were like a devil crawling out of hell, and he would not stop if he was not afraid of everything in front of him being torn apart.

"Bang-"

The warning was fruitless, and the strong man shot directly.

And the moment the other party pulled the trigger, Yan Murong leaned to one side, and then began to accelerate, and the figure flickered in place and disappeared into the dark road. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the strong man who had shot him.

The strong man was shocked, he didn't think that human beings could reach such a fast speed, just feeling that the figure in front of him flashed, he had already arrived in front of him.

No, it's not scientific, you can dodge the bullet the moment you shoot, and I guess only the guy in a trench coat and sunglasses can do it.

Yan Murong stepped forward, and the silver needle in his hand came out of his hand.

"Poof—"

In the moonlight, a cold light flashed, and the silver needle sank into the throat of the strong man who shot it.

The strong man's eyes were wide and he wanted to speak, but he found that he couldn't say anything, and he could only make a "cooing" sound in his throat, and then he held his neck and fell to the ground with his eyes full of horror.

Seeing the sudden change in the situation, the remaining three strong men immediately took out their pistols from their waists, but before they could design them, Yan Murong's speed was exerted again.

A few people only felt that the black shadow flashed, and Yan Murong had already appeared beside another strong man standing in front.

The strong man was startled and turned around to shoot.

His reaction speed is not slow, and he looks like he has been professionally trained.

But Yan Murong, who was in the midst of an explosion of anger, had a super long exertion, and his speed had already broken through his limit.

Without waiting for the arm holding the gun to stretch out, Yan Murong was using the strong man's much taller and stronger figure than him to block the angle of the other two's shooting. After kicking away the gun in the opponent's hand, Yan Murong crashed into the opponent's arms in a gesture of throwing himself into his arms.

This collision didn't knock the strong man away, and even without feeling a trace of pain, Yan Murong had already quickly wrapped around one of his arms.

The strong man's left arm was entangled, and with a shake of his right wrist, a short, but silver-edged dagger appeared.

"Huh."

The dagger stabbed at Yan Murong, but Yan Murong did not dodge or dodge, one hand wrapped around the other party, and the other hand reached towards the other party's hand holding the dagger.

Then, the strong man was surprised to find that his knife did not stab the other party - what was even more outrageous was that he only felt a sore wrist, as if he had been pricked by a needle. Then, the dagger in his hand went to the other party.

"Poof—"

The blade sliced through the skin with a soft thud, and then a thin line appeared at the strong man's throat.

Then, the lines became more and more distinct, and streams of red blood came out of it.

Yan Murong likes to cut off his grandson's feet, but that's just him playing with the other party - but now, Yan Murong is not focusing on playing, but on killing.

Kill - as violent as you can, as cruel as you can.

He never admitted that he was a good person, but there was a dormant beast hidden in everyone's heart. When the beast was awakened, the man went crazy.

The strong man who was cut in the throat did not fall, but Beiyan Murong held it in his hand and used it as a human shield.

They're just killers, they're not outlaws. Therefore, even if their companion is dead, they will not shoot at their companion - even if they do, the penetration of a pistol bullet is not enough to penetrate the body.

"Put down the people and you can go." One of the strong men pointed a gun in the direction of Yan Murong and said in a deep voice.

It's not that they're afraid, it's that they're unwilling to make such unnecessary sacrifices. The goal this time is obviously a hard stubble. Two of them had already died, and they didn't want a third - or annihilation.

"Why?" Yan Murong said coldly.

When you bombarded me with a bazooka, why didn't you let me go? Now that someone is dead, I want to leave, and there is no door.

So, as soon as Yan Murong's words fell, the corpse he was holding in his hand flew out, but Yan Murong quickly rushed out from the other side.

"Let's go." The brawny man shouted.

Yan Murong's speed was too fast, even exceeding the speed of the pistol bullet. At this time, the guns in their hands became burning sticks.

If you can't shoot, you can only fight in close combat. But they both knew that even if they were to go together, they would not be the match for this outrageous guy who was fast - this guy was a pervert.

Therefore, he made the decision to run away without even thinking about it.

"Whoosh-"

Two silver rays of light flashed.

Then, the bodies of the two strong men, who had just turned around and had not taken two steps, rushed forward. One of them, with a dagger stuck in his neck. The dagger had not reached the hilt, and the sharp tip had already pierced through the throat. The other strong man was lying on the ground, feeling that his whole body was sore, and he couldn't use any strength.

Yan Murong walked straight over, and after pulling out the dagger, he turned around and walked to the only strong man who was still alive.