Who the hell is this guy?

Seeing the foreign uncle's movements, Yan Murong's pupils shrank sharply, and his heart was also shocked.

To be honest, after that sword, Yan Murong was already shocked in his heart. Bacheng cooperated with the sword swung out by the internal strength, and the injury was hurt, but there shouldn't be only such a small wound. That sword, even if the old man came, had to be cut off from the palm of his hand, and there was only a slender wound on the back of his hand, and when he wiped it with his hand, the wound miraculously stopped bleeding.

Mutants?

Yan Murong remembered a term that appeared in the movie when he accompanied Teng Xiangling to watch "X-Men" two days ago.

Damn, how is that possible. Yan Murong was amused by his thoughts, and in the end, it could only be attributed to the fact that this guy's muscle density was relatively high, otherwise he really didn't know how to explain it.

At this time, the foreign uncle did not passively resist, but took the initiative to attack Yan Murong.

In fantasy novels, when the protagonist is followed, he will stand still, close his eyes with a solemn expression, frown and sniff, and then say to himself: He is a master, and the level is at least full.

Can you smell the strength of your opponent just by your nose? Of course not. It's all fantasy. However, when the foreign uncle rushed towards him, Yan Murong could clearly feel an invisible pressure pressing on him, this kind of pressure, in addition to the old man and the old man Jin, this foreign uncle was the third person who could make him feel this kind of pressure.

Yan Murong was not hiding his clumsiness, he also knew that with the strength of this foreign uncle, especially his flesh and skin that was comparable to copper skin and iron bones, even if he didn't shoot those gunmen, it would be difficult for him to win.

Yan Murong was fighting, his eyes were looking around.

The old man taught him a four-character supreme mantra for fighting - if you can't fight, run!

In movies, it is often seen that the protagonist knows that he is not the opponent of the bad guys, but he also looks righteous and awe-inspiring, his wife cries and makes trouble, and then abandons his family and children to challenge the bad guys.

This kind of plot is enjoyable to watch, but the old man has always felt that the screenwriter is a fool, and he can't run away if he can't beat it, and he has to make people cut the flesh and blood to be blurred before he is willing to explode into the small universe, isn't that nonsense.

At this time, there were fists and shadows in the courtyard, and the movements of the two people were extremely fast, but the more Yan Murong fought, the more surprised he became.

This foreign uncle is tall and strong, but his speed is not slow at all, he speeds up, he also speeds up, the two of them are fighting back and forth in the eyes of outsiders, and they attack each other, but Yan Murong knows that he has already lost - after all, the other party is bare-handed, and he still has a sword in his hand.

The king of kings was not in a hurry at this time, but sat on the rooftop with great interest and watched the fight between the two below. I sighed in my heart that watching the live version is more enjoyable than watching the theater version - if you have some melon seeds, peanut beer and two girls at this time, it will be more perfect.

Just then, the fight between the two suddenly changed.

Under Yan Murong's full swing of the sword, the sword body continued to emit a "buzzing" dragon groan, and one after another sword qi shot out from the sword, forcing the foreign uncle to retreat a few steps, and then, Yan Murong did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and with a backhand sword, a sword qi rushed into those gun-wielding bodyguards.

Suddenly, screams rang out, this sword, at least half of the bodyguards were affected, the suit was shredded by the sword qi, and a narrow wound on the abdomen continued to flow blood.

"Kill him, he's going to run." The king of kings, who was sitting on the rooftop as a spectator, suddenly became anxious and shouted loudly at the foreign uncle.

Yan Murong thoroughly implemented the old man's four-character mantra, punched a gap with a sword, and ran as fast as a rabbit when the other bodyguards were still stunned. When he reached the wall, he jumped violently, put his toes on the wall a little, and climbed out by holding on to the wall, and when the group of bodyguards heard the call of the king of kings, they came back to their senses and opened the door and chased out, Yan Murong was already gone.

"Rubbish, you're all trash." The king of kings ran out of the villa, pointing at the bodyguard who was still standing and roaring angrily. "Fifteen people, fifteen guns, you can still let people run, why am I raising you?"

The bodyguards bowed their heads and remained silent. Even if the king of kings doesn't say it, their faces feel dull.

They are all professional bodyguards, fifteen people, all with guns in their hands, not to mention that people run away, and let people sweep down half of them with a sword, this kind of thing feels shameful to think about.

"Wang Shao, look at them—" A bodyguard stood up, pointed to his wailing colleagues on the ground, and asked hesitantly.

"Die, die, I spent so much money to feed you for nothing." The king of kings was angry at this time, scolded for a while, and his anger disappeared a little, and said. "Call an ambulance and take you to the hospital."

After waving his hand to drive the bodyguards away, the king of kings took a deep breath, looked at the foreign man squatting next to him with a blade of grass in his mouth, and asked in a cold voice. "Didn't you hear me just now? Why not catch him? ”

"Why should I catch him?" The middle-aged man said with a grin. "Don't you think he's funny?"

“――”

The lungs of the kings are about to explode. What do you mean by why you want to arrest him? Lao Tzu spent a nine-figure commission to recruit you, didn't he just let you arrest people? It's good now, you had the ability to catch him, but you let him go, and now you ask me why I wanted to catch him.

"Don't forget, I'm here to pay for you." After a long time, the king of kings gritted his teeth and said.

"I know, it seems to be 100 million Hong Kong dollars, right?" The foreign uncle thought for a while and said. "Well, my agent will divide the money in half, and I can get 80 million if I calculate it - it's better to do this, I'll return the money to you."

"You-"

The king of kings felt like he was going crazy. What does this guy want to do? What the hell is this guy going to do?

"Don't you think he's funny? It's been a long time since I've seen such a master. The foreign uncle said with a smile. It's like a father buys a bag of candy for his child, and the child likes it, but doesn't eat it all in one sitting—good things should be kept and eaten slowly. ”

This guy is a militant, the king of kings thought to himself.

His meaning is not difficult to understand, and it can be summed up in four words - loneliness of masters.

When a master is too lonely and suddenly finds another master, he will not kill the other party, but slowly play with him, until he loses interest, he will kill him.

Of course, unless he is very confident in his own strength, otherwise if he continues to play like this, it may not be who dies in the end.