In a very short time, I searched all the rooms on the third floor, and finally found Xiaoxiao in the innermost room.

At that moment, Xiaoxiao's eyes were gently closed, and she was breathing slowly. Meng Que checked the approximate situation, but fortunately there were no external injuries on her body, and there were no traces of being molested, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Xiaoxiao lay quietly on a dusty bed, almost yellowing her cute white bunny clothes. Meng Que called her lightly, but failed to wake her up. Then I heard the sound of a large group of people walking upstairs.

"Hmph, those who abduct and sell children must be the scum of society, and it is useless to keep them, and it is not a pity to get rid of them!"

Closing the door, Meng Que was as angry as a hellish Shura, and the tiger rushed to the corridor and guarded the staircase.

At that time, the stairway was brightly lit, and the dim tungsten lamps and white energy-saving lamps made the room as bright as daytime.

If this group of people is willing to stay downstairs and not come up without doing anything, Meng Que may be able to let them go. It's a pity that they have already rushed up for some reason, so the result will only be one word - death!

As soon as he was guarding the corridor, three big guys rushed up at the staircase. They were followed by more than ten meters of people dressed in variegated clothes.

Meng Que frowned, looking at the size of these people. Although it is not uncommon for southerners to be big, the concentration is not so high, never to the extent of grabbing a handful.

The three biao men who walked in the front were menacing, and their rugged image gave people a kind of fierceness that was not angry and self-threatening.

"Who are you?"

When they noticed Meng Que, one of them immediately raised his hand and asked.

Meng Que had a gloomy face, glanced at all of them indifferently, and asked instead of answering, "Who are you?" ”

"How did you get here?" One of the three fierce men asked again.

Meng Que moved the muscles and bones of his neck, looking at this posture, I am afraid that if he does not use violence to deter the other party, it is obvious that he will not be able to talk.

More than a dozen people in the corridor stared at Meng Que for a while, until they heard a subtle sound of liquid dripping on the upper floor, and they all looked up.

It's okay not to look at it, but I was startled when I saw it, and at the corner of the stairs on the previous floor, there was actually a person squatting. Blood was pouring all over the man's surroundings, and some of the white walls at the back of the stairs were stained red along the stairs.

In the midst of surprise, there is no shortage of people with excellent eyesight. Soon, someone probably saw the appearance of the person upstairs, and exclaimed, "Isn't that a dog?" ”

As this exclamation sounded, the crowd was noisy and boiling. A dozen eyes stared at the motionless corpse, and some of them called the name of "Dogdan" a few times, but no matter how loud the shout, Dogan just shouldn't answer.

"Stop shouting, dead man, how can you answer?" Meng Que said coldly.

"You killed him?" The three fierce men stood at the front and asked coldly.

Meng Que sneered and said, "Do you see that there are other people here besides me?" ”

Although the answer was not direct, the meaning was already very obvious.

The three men slowly moved out of the way, and the one in front waved his hand, and then shouted, "Give it to me, kill this bastard!" ”

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen people howled like wolves, shuttled past the three biao men, and fiercely pounced on Meng Que.

Seeing them pounce, Meng Que not only did not flinch, but took a step forward. Suddenly flew out with a kick, in the blink of an eye, a spin kick with a second kick, and then in the blink of an eye, a third kick flew out.

The three legs seem simple, but in fact they contain a thousand powers. The few people who had just rushed up were kicked back one after another, and they were extremely embarrassed.

In such a small space, there are too many people, in fact, it does not take much advantage, but will be a burden.

In this group of thugs, the strikers were frustrated, and the people who came up from behind continued to pounce on Meng Quehu. Forward and forward, endlessly.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in Meng Que's hand, and what he held was the short knife that killed the dog. Sen Ran's sword dazzled, and the entire blade flew 360 degrees in the palm of Meng Que's hand, just like a whirlwind knife, swept away mercilessly and ruthlessly according to the thugs who rushed up.

"挲~~~"

The sharp knife was rampant, and everywhere it passed, blood was spilled, and screams were screaming. With just one knife, Meng Que abolished six people. There is a momentum of slashing the whole thing.

"The knife is a good game." Among the three biao men, a man with a three-inch scar on the back of his hand condensed his gaze into a line, and it was obvious that he was also a master of playing with knives. So when I saw that Meng Que could play with the knife to this extent, I have to say that I felt a little sorry for each other.

"As far as his knife technique is concerned, compared with your eldest brother, I'm afraid that there is a difference of thousands of miles, right?" A man standing to the right of the man with a scar on his arm sneered.

"Nope." The man with the scar on his arm shook his head solemnly and said, "This person's knife skills will not be weaker than me, they will only be above me, not below me." ”

"Hey, I don't believe it, the eldest brother is the third supreme-level swordsman in the Black Tiger Gang, and his sword skills are better than yours, and I can't find a few in the entire SY City. Big brother, you have to be humble again. ”

"Third child, don't believe it, just in terms of knife skills, this person is indeed better than me. But ......," the man smiled deeply and said, "With any weapon, proficiency and skill only account for four-tenths of the overall strength. The most important six-tenths is still strength, the same level of knife hand competition, things in terms of skill are often not much different, and what determines the victory or defeat between them must be strength. Martial arts, only fast is not broken, only strength is not broken. In terms of strength, this person is naturally inferior to me. ”

"Haha, that's right, I don't look at what kind of physique he has, his small arms and legs, I'm afraid that I won't even be able to catch your knife from the eldest brother." The third child seemed to appreciate his eldest brother's knife skills, and at the same time, he also looked down on Meng Que's fancy embroidery knife skills.

Seeing that the brother in front of him suffered a lot of losses, at this time, the eldest brother of the three biao men took a step, and as soon as he drank in a majestic voice, the younger brother in front immediately made a way for him.

Let the younger brothers retreat first, the big brother of the big man rubbed his hands, touched his hand behind his back, and pulled out a two-foot-long special machete with a choking sound.

The machete is black all around, and only at the edge of the blade has a touch of white and cold essence.

"Boy, the knife is good, how about playing with me?"