This is almost close to the villa area where Yan Minghua lives, it is very sparsely populated, except for the occasional sound of two crickets, not even a ghost shadow can be seen, but this shot is extremely loud.

Yan Murong subconsciously closed his eyes the moment the black suit was shot—he really couldn't bear to see the scene of his brain splattering.

"Ahh

However, after the gunshot, Yan Murong heard a cry of pain, only to see that the black suit gun that shot had fallen to the ground, and a small flying knife was inserted in his wrist.

"Whoosh!"

There were a few more slight sounds of breaking the air, and then, pointing a gun at Yan Minghua, he grabbed Yan Minghua's black suit and inserted a small flying knife into the wrist, and even the few in the back were not spared, all of them were stabbed in the wrist.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of breaking the air sounded again, and then, the wrists and ankles of these black suits were all hit by flying knives, and in an instant, everyone's black suits - oh no, except for the guy who was kicked by Yan Murong and his little brother, everyone else fell to the ground screaming in pain - their tendons and hamstrings were all broken by the flying knives.

After a short period of surprise, Yan Murong immediately ran over quickly, hugged Yan Minghua who was about to fall to the ground, and then put her in the car, and when Yan Murong settled Yan Minghua and got out of the car, except for a few black suits on the ground who were still screaming in pain, there was not even a ghost shadow, and even he didn't know who injured these people with a flying knife.

However, Yan Murong was sure that the person who helped him must be a master, and his strength was much higher than his own, his three silver needles were blocked by them, and such a big flying knife made them have no time to react.

However, no matter who this person who played with the flying knife was, he helped himself after all.

Yan Murong is a good boy who knows how to be grateful, so he put his hands to his mouth, made a trumpet shape, and shouted, "Hero, thank you for saving your life." ”

It didn't matter if this shout, the Audi behind it suddenly started, and then quickly reversed, followed by a classic head shake, as soon as it refueled, it ran away without a trace.

"Damn, there are still people?" Yan Murong looked at the butt of the Audi car that was getting farther and farther away and shouted in surprise, but he didn't chase it, first, he couldn't drive, and he couldn't catch up with other people's four wheels with his two legs alone, and second, these black suits weren't dead yet, and he couldn't go.

"Bang!"

Yan Murong kicked a black suit in the stomach, then grabbed his collar and said. "Tell me, who asked you to come?"

The black suit gritted his teeth, and he snorted in pain, but he refused to speak.

"Okay, then it's useless for you to live." Yan Murong's eyes flashed sharply, and then his hand grabbed the neck of the black suit and squeezed it hard. There was a soft "click", and the neck bone of the black suit was pinched off by Yan Murong, and his head was also tilted to the side.

"Did anyone say that?" Yan Murong looked at the remaining few black suits with an indifferent face and asked coldly.

Several people endured the pain of their tendons and tendons being broken, and they didn't say a word.

"Okay, good, you guys really have a backbone." Yan Murong laughed angrily. "Since you don't want to live, then you're all dead."

After speaking, Yan Murong pulled them up and pulled them lazily, and directly rewarded them with a kick in the neck, and then, these foreign boxing masters all tilted their heads and died of anger.

Yan Murong was not idle after dealing with these people, and ran to touch the pulse of Yan Minghua's four bodyguards, and only breathed a sigh of relief after finding that a few people had just fainted - it seems that these people were in a hurry to kill themselves, and they didn't kill the bodyguards first, but just knocked them out, so it's good - or they can't even drive the car, how can they get the three cars back?

Also, why the cop hasn't come yet?

After pressing an acupuncture point on the back of the neck of the four bodyguards, the four bodyguards all woke up, and they were all relieved when they saw that the black suits were all dead, but when they saw the flying knives stuck in the bodies of these people, they all gasped, and then looked at Yan Murong with a serious face in surprise.

Obediently, this Yan Dashao is a master, look at this flying knife playing, I'm afraid Li Xunhuan will have to find a corner to count plum blossoms, right?

"Look at what you see." Yan Murong looked at a few stunned bodyguards and shouted unhappily - being stared at with adoring eyes by several five big and three rough old men, Yan Murong felt furious all over.

"Get out of the way, drive home, and call the police – remember, remember to report our name and let the police keep a low profile."

"Yan Shao, but—"

"Nothing." A bodyguard wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Yan Murong. "Do what I say."

After speaking, Yan Murong opened the car door and sat down, looking at Yan Minghua, who was sleeping like a pig on the seat, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

I'm working hard outside, you're good, you've been put to the head with a gun, and you can still sleep so soundly-

"Zheng Shao, failed." While driving, Kunlun dialed Zheng Wuming's phone.

"How could it fail?" Zheng Wuming was stunned for a moment, and then asked angrily. "Can't you eight kill the six of them? What are you eating? Isn't it one that can hit a dozen? ”

It's no wonder that Zheng Wuming is angry, according to Yan Murong's brain, it is impossible for him not to know that he did this by himself, and besides, he will definitely come to find himself - damn, do you still have to be scolded by him pointing his nose at his mother?

"Zheng Shao, it's not that the seven of them can't do it, they have already controlled Yan Murong, but they were attacked by someone when they shot."

"Sneak attacked? Who is it? Zheng Wuming was shocked, Kunlun's words explained that the person who saw them was not only Yan Murong, but also another person, why did he help Yan Murong? Is it his enemy?

"I don't know." Kunlun said in a deep voice. "No one showed up at all, it's just that he used a flying knife, and all seven of them were picked off by the flying knife, and I didn't dare to get out of the car - judging from his kung fu with the flying knife, he is on par with my strength, and I am in the open and in the dark, so I can only retreat."

"You're doing the right thing." Zheng Wuming said. "Kunlun, take care of the car, you can come back first."

After hanging up Kunlun's phone, Zheng Wuming rubbed his somewhat swollen head and sat down, but he was irritable in his heart.

Who the hell is helping him? Are you really too anxious to do it this time?

ps: Flowers, collections, long-awaited wear!