Whew.

Before Han Yu reached the door of the ward, three more bodyguards rushed to hear the sound, just like the others just now, ejected from the ground and slammed straight into the cold wall.

None of the six bodyguards who hit the wall and then fell to the ground could stand up again, and without exception lay on the ground, coughing up blood all the time, looking miserable.

In less than a minute, the six bodyguards hired for a lot of money lost their combat effectiveness.

This man with coiled hair who doesn't know when he appeared is inevitably too fierce.

Peal pedal, pedal, pedal.

The man with the curled hair walked slowly with his hands behind his back, each step as if it had been carefully measured, with the same precision. This person has a trace of elegant and majestic aura all over his body, like a master of the world who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

No one saw how he did it. Even the six bodyguards who were crushed by him with one blow did not see each other's movements clearly.

Han Yu held the dagger in one hand, standing tall at the door, unmoved, and staring straight ahead with awe-inspiring eyes.

Some people can be seen from the momentum exuded from their bodies that they are a supreme master. Obviously, the person in front of Han Yu is such a top master.

This man is very powerful. This is the intuition that can only be exercised by people who have experienced life and death struggles all year round. No one has ever been able to give Han Yu such a dangerous feeling, even the most powerful captain in the former National Security Bureau, even including Qin Jun, who is far superior to him in hand-to-hand combat skills.

The danger of this man in front of him was so high that it was terrifying. Before they could fight, Han Yu's heart inexplicably gave birth to a sense of fear that would yield without a fight.

Even so, the cold rain still stood like a rock at the door of the ward. Because behind him, there are two brothers who have intersected with life and death, and one of them was seriously injured.

In any case, the cold rain will never dodge.

"Who?" The cold light flickered, and Han Yu raised his arm, and the extremely sharp dagger was held tightly in his hand. In addition to the sniper rifle, Cold Rain's favorite weapon is the dagger.

"Humph!" A sneer came, and the man with coiled hair paced in oblivion. It doesn't seem to take the threat of cold rain to heart.

Call!

Without warning, the dagger in Han Yu's hand pierced the air at a lightning speed and stabbed at the coiled man opposite!

Bite!

As the blade approached the front door, the expressionless man with coiled hair suddenly waved his hand, and a small rusty bronze sword slipped from his sleeve into his hand. The bronze sword was about two fingers long, and its shape was simple and weird, as if it had eyes, and it hit the dagger in Han Yu's hand with great precision.

There was a huge concussive force from the dagger, and Han Yu's wrist holding the dagger couldn't help but tilt with it, but he quickly reacted, turned the blade, and stabbed forward again.

Bite!

There was a piercing sound of metal clashes, and I saw that the bronze sword in the opponent's hand slashed at the dagger's body at a tricky angle.

Smack. The military dagger made of hard stainless steel was actually broken by the other party like this. In just the blink of an eye, Hanyu's two attacks failed, and even the dagger was cut off by the opponent.

But Han Yu didn't give up because of this, he decisively threw away the hilt of the knife, kicked his feet, and swung his hammer-like fists towards the face of the immobile master in front of him.

Call.

The man waved his hand again. The dark green bronze sword actually slid into his sleeve deftly and disappeared. Just as Han Yu's iron fist was about to arrive, the man with coiled hair suddenly reached out a hand and grabbed Han Yu's wrist like lightning.

Hanyu couldn't help but be stunned, and the other party's speed was too outrageous.

Call!

Although he lost his mind for a moment, Han Yu's movements did not pause in the slightest, and with a wave of his other hand, his fist slammed into the opponent's chest.

What surprised Han Yu even more was that just as his fist was about to hit the other party, the other party suddenly dodged to the side, and at the same time, Han Yu was held by the other party's wrist with an irresistible force.

Immediately after, Han Yu only felt that his center of gravity was drifting. It was someone's arm that was holding him alive and threw him straight against the wall.

Smack!

The sharp pain caused by the impact force suddenly swept through the whole body, and after the cold rain hit the wall, he snorted and fell heavily to the ground. There was even a trace of blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

After the cold rain landed, he didn't lie on the ground like six bodyguards and couldn't get up, but gritted his teeth and slapped the ground violently, and his whole body bounced up.

"Not bad, there are two hits." Han Yu wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and the fighting intent in his heart was completely stimulated. He took a deep breath and swooped down on the soles of his feet. As an ace sniper, hand-to-hand combat is not his forte, but he will never back down at the moment.

Boom!

Han Yu didn't even see the other party make a move, he felt a huge impact in his abdomen, and then, the whole person flew out upside down again, slamming into a strip-shaped seat in the corridor outside the ward.

Poof-Cold Rain's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of red blood spurted out.

"Cold rain?" At this time, the man with the head of the pan suddenly spoke.

"Yes, it's your uncle." Hanyu spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered.

"There's no need to take advantage of your words. You're not the mastermind, get out of the way, you don't have to die. The man's voice was majestic, like a king in charge of life and death.

"Impossible!" The corners of Han Yu's mouth were slightly raised, and a resolute smile appeared on his handsome face.

Although his whole body was in severe pain as if he had been torn apart, Han Yu blushed, gritted his teeth, and got up from the ground. He didn't even frown, and rushed towards the other party again.

Bang!

Hanyu fell to the ground again, and the clothes on his body had long been soaked in his own blood.

"You're not afraid of death?"

"Don't be afraid." Cold Rain spat out a mouthful of blood again. A strange smile crossed his pale face. "What's so terrible about dying for your brother?"

As soon as the words fell, I saw Han Yu stand up again in disregard. Rushing at the cross-haired man like crazy.

Boom.

The dull thud sounded again. Hanyu was stunned, he had never met such a perverted master.

When he flew upside down in mid-air again, waiting to endure the pain of hitting the wall, he suddenly felt a soft and soft force drag him down from mid-air.

It turned out that Qin Jun made a move.

"Huh, brother?" The man with the coiled hair pointed at Qin Jun, who was supporting Han Yu, and a hint of mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Him?"

"That's right. He's my brother. Qin Jun helped Han Yu to the front and leaned forward, turned around, blocked Han Yu in front of him like a rock, and said to the man with cold face:

"A dignified ancient martial artist, is this how he does whatever he wants to attack ordinary people?"