There are two kinds of killers, one is purely by force to solve the problem, they will rush into your house with two pistols that can never shoot bullets when the night is dark and the wind is high, and when there are two white doves flying behind you, they will shoot you to death with a crackling gun, and finally flee with all their bodies. The other is a combination of brain power and force, and this kind of killer has a very high IQ, and they will design many, many traps, and you jump over one or two, and end up falling into the third trap.

For the god of death, Yan Murong really can't see through, this guy doesn't belong to any kind, but more like a pure, living businessman for profit - as long as you give money, your mother will dare to sell it.

And this guy always seems to advertise himself as a good person, you see, even when he kills people with a gentle and humble smile on his face, and he also respects the wishes of his target, so that he dies without any pain.

He trusted his own methods, and after twisting the neck of the king of kings, he didn't even check it, and turned his gaze to Richard.

"My dad will give money, and my dad will definitely give money."

Without the Grim Reaper speaking, Richard screamed in horror, and at the same time, a fishy smell filled the basement - this guy was actually frightened and incontinent.

"Go find my dad." Yan Murong stared at every movement of the god of death, and said to Mie Ozawa, who was standing behind him.

"Master, if I leave, you will be in danger." Mie Ozawa said worriedly. She is also a martial artist, and from the moment she entered the basement, she felt a huge pressure from the god of death, so she couldn't leave Yan Murong now.

"Listen to me and save my dad." Yan Murong said again.

"But—"

"Go and save people." Yan Murong interrupted her. "I'll be fine—if he's going to kill me, we're no match."

"Yes, I won't kill him, I want him to play with me." Death interjected.

Mie Ozawa glanced at Yan Murong with some hesitation, and finally decided to carry out Yan Murong's order and turned around and left with someone.

"Behold, dear God, what now?" Death asked, pointing to the frightened incontinent Richard.

"Of course it is." Yan Murong said. "Don't worry, their company is mine now, do you think his dad will come up with more money than mine?"

"Well, that makes sense." The Grim Reaper nodded approvingly, looked at Richard with a frightened face, and said. "Did you hear that, too? - Of course, you can also choose a way to die, but it shouldn't be too difficult, or I'll be sorry for you if I can't do it. ”

Yan Murong suddenly found that this guy was quite cute-in this era of rampant profiteers, there are not many people who think about customers so much. If he abandons martial arts and goes into business, business will be very prosperous.

Richard was completely desperate, and kept crying out in his heart that I didn't want to die, but he couldn't stop death from approaching him. The Grim Reaper was tall and strong, and with every step, there would be a "thump" sound on the floor, like a hammer constantly hitting his heart and impacting his psychological defenses.

Run!

In an instant, Richard had the idea of running. Mie Ozawa didn't close the door when she went out, so she didn't know where she got the strength to get the strength that she was still paralyzed on the ground just now, and she couldn't care about the and urine of her pants, so she bounced up from the ground and ran towards the door while shouting to give herself courage.

Just when Richard was about to successfully stage a "Tiger's Mouth", the Grim Reaper moved. He turned, and a few more daggers appeared in his hand as if by magic, and two cold flashes of light flashed, and Richard's screams rang out. Two waving arms were pierced by daggers, and his body slammed into the wall with great force, his wrists were pierced without the hilt of the sword, and the man was nailed to the wooden door panel, and if a cross was tied to his back, it would be the rebirth of a freed Jesus.

"Whoosh-"

Two more flashes of cold light flashed, and two daggers shot at Richard's ankle, nailing him firmly to the door.

Yan Murong's face was expressionless, but his pupils shrank sharply, he knew that this was the god of death showing him his strength. He had to admit that this guy could sit at the top of the world's killer list, but he didn't do it by being tall and strong. These few throwing knives are enough to prove his strength.

Yan Murong asked himself that he could do it, it was easy to use a flying knife to pierce the muscles and nail people to the door panel, but he needed to cooperate with his internal strength to do it. The Grim Reaper had no internal strength at all, but he did it, and what was even more terrifying was that under the impact of the flying knife, Richard was still carried out of the distance.

"Dear client, would you like to enjoy the killing?" The god of death weighed a dagger in his hand, looked at Yan Murong and said. "I'm sure you can do it, just put it on his throat or heart, and he's going to see God."

"Do you want me to do it myself?" Yan Murong asked with a smile. "If I do it myself, I wonder if you'll get some money back?"

"Then I'll do it." Death shrugged his shoulders, and the dagger in his hand came out of his hand and plunged directly into Richard's throat - right in the heart.

"Alright, our deal is over, it's time for you to pay." Death clapped his hands and said.

"Give me your account number." Yan Murong said. After the Grim Reaper reported a string of accounts, Yan Murong broadcast a phone call out, and soon, the Grim Reaper received the transfer information.

"I just like working with someone like you." Receiving the money, the Grim Reaper smiled happily. "It's not like some people, it's too much trouble to pay half first and then half."

"Oh? Don't call me God? Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"Don't scream." Death shook his head. "God's time is over, it's time for the game - come on, knock me down, and I'll give you back."

"If you don't fight, can you?" Yan Murong asked depressedly. Not only is this guy a pervert, but he's also a complete lunatic. You're invincible, you're going to smash the tank, why do you have to keep fighting with me?

"Nope." The Grim Reaper shook his head, pointed at Zheng Xiao, who was shrunk to the side, and said. "I don't know why you left him alive, but it will definitely work for you, if you don't fight me, I'll kill him."

"You're a bummer." Yan Murong sighed helplessly and said. "It's okay to fight, but I have one condition."

"On what terms?"

"Can't kill me."

"Well, I'm not going to kill you." Death said with a serious face. "But I have one condition."

"Say." Yan Murong waved his hand and was ready.

"You're not allowed to run anymore this time." Death said.

"Hehe, don't worry, I will definitely not run this time." Yan Murong suddenly smiled. "This time, it's going to be you."