The bell rang, and Guan Bing only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and Long Haitian's bodyguard disappeared.

"Damn, you don't have to be so fast." The steward felt a strong wind rushing towards him, and quickly crossed his arms to protect his face.

"Bang~" The steward was kicked in the arm, and at the same time he was punched in the lower abdomen, and he took a few steps backwards in embarrassment.

The soldier covered his stomach and rubbed it, his eyes were fierce, and he scolded fiercely: "Boy, it's fast enough." ”

But the bodyguard, who had returned to the bedroom door, did not speak, but drew a dark dagger from behind him.

"Damn, I still use weapons." The steward became nervous, this guy's speed was too fast, he was beaten twice before he could react just now, if this was coupled with the assistance of the dagger, he would have no chance of winning against this kid at all.

A good killer will not give anyone a chance, the black shadow flashed, and the bodyguard with a dagger in his hand attacked again.

The Steward's pupils constricted, and he reached out to block his heart and throat, the two deadliest places and the most popular places for dagger killers to attack.

Sure enough, the soldier felt a sharp pain in his right hand, which was holding his heart, and quickly raised his hand, crooked the dagger that pierced his heart, and clenched his fist, and swung his left hand forward from the throat.

The black shadow flashed, and the bodyguard retreated to the same position as before at the door of the bedroom, as if he had never left, but his hand was empty.

The steward sneered and glared, and pulled out the dagger from his right palm, bleeding profusely from his right hand.

Just now, the dagger was embedded in the palm bone, and the steward clenched his fist and snatched the dagger, paying the price of blood to take the dagger.

The mysterious creatures in the body immediately gathered at the wound, quickly healed their wounds, stopped the bleeding, and the pain was reduced a lot.

However, what shocked the guard was that the guy actually took out another dagger, and the two eyes without any look were staring at the guard tightly.

The steward sneered, licked the blood on his right hand, and looked at the bodyguard blocking the bedroom door with a hideous smile.

The bodyguard struck again, still with a flash of black shadow, and rushed towards the steward at great speed, this time his target was the steward's throat.

The steward turned to the side, and the left hand holding the dagger swiped the momentum, and sparks splashed in the air.

The bodyguard still fell back into place, but his face changed slightly, he didn't expect that with his speed, this guy would be able to dodge his fatal blow, it seems that this guy has two hits.

The bodyguard lowered his body, his legs slightly bent, and his eyes stared directly at the guard, making the guard a little creepy, like a prey targeted by a cheetah.

Another black shadow flashed, the steward rushed forward with a dagger in his hand, and the two consecutive attacks on the steward had figured out the routine of this bodyguard, but he used the advantage of speed to flash to the side first and then attack himself, and the huge chandelier in the bedroom behind him just shone the light on his face, allowing himself to have a hint of vision, and this bodyguard disappeared and reappeared in front of him like a ghost.

However, the bodyguard's attack always leaks his straight position, which may have something to do with his habits, because the straight line distance is often the most dangerous position for the enemy to shoot, and this is a habit developed in order to dodge the enemy's bullets. But now it was used by the stewards, so that the stewards rushed into the bedroom without hindrance.

Long Haitian was startled, quickly took out a pistol from under his pillow and pointed forward, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Papapa~" There were three gunshots in a row, but the soldiers had already jumped high and were level with the upper edge of the door frame, and their bodies fell straight towards Long Haitian.

The bodyguard who pounced on the air also hurriedly kicked the wall with his legs and continued to chase the Guan Bing, but he didn't expect that the Guan Bing jumped up as soon as he ran to the door, and in front of him were the three bullets fired by Long Haitian.

Long Haitian quickly raised the gun and wanted to chase the guards to shoot, but he didn't expect a black shadow to flash, and the gun in his hand flew out. The soldier used the dagger in his hand to knock out Long Haitian's pistol, originally he wanted to throw it backwards to deal with the bodyguard, but he didn't expect Long Haitian to take out the pistol.

The luck of the guards was good, Long Haitian's three bullets all hit his bodyguards, and then the pistol was blown away by the guards, and he could only sit on the bed in a daze and look at the guards who fell on his bed.

The steward rolled and grabbed Long Haitian, who was about to get up, and pressed him on the bed.

Long Haitian struggled, and struggled to turn his head to look at the bodyguard who fell at the door of the bedroom, all the three bullets he had just fired hit him, and now his new bodyguard had fallen in a pool of blood.

Guan Bing also turned his head to look at the bodyguard, and said with a sneer: "Thank you, Mr. Long, for helping me eliminate a strong enemy, I originally wanted to threaten him with you, but now it's a big deal." The soldiers broke Long Haitian's hands and cut them behind his back, pressing Long Haitian to death.

"You're going to pay the price." Long Haitian struggled and shouted.

"Hmph...... You're going to die before I pay the price. Guan Bing sneered and stretched out one of his hands in front of Long Haitian.

"Aren't you afraid that Zhao Xueru and Li Ziqi will die?" Long Haitian shouted with a glimmer of hope.

"Hmph, Zhao Xueru has already left, and Li Ziqi I think you will definitely not be willing to let her die. And you died under your own unique poisonous gas, I am afraid that when your people find you, they will only think that you accidentally leaked the poisonous gas and killed yourself, as for your bodyguard, you shot and killed yourself, but it has nothing to do with me. Guan Bing's fingers emitted a faint mist and drifted into Long Haitian's nostrils, Long Haitian suddenly felt difficult to breathe, and the strong feeling of suffocation made him involuntarily want to grab his throat to make himself breathe more refreshingly.

The steward let go of Long Haitian's hand and watched coldly at Long Haitian rolling and howling on the bed. The sound insulation effect of the high-end hotel is not generally good, Long Haitian screamed in the house and no one heard it, and the double glass on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom also blocked the transmission of sound waves. Gradually, Long Haitian stopped struggling, his eyes widened, his mouth was open, he had already scratched his position from his throat to his chest, and his hands were clawed on his chest, how terrifying it was.

The steward carefully cleaned up the traces left by himself, rearranged the scene, and then climbed out of the balcony according to the original path, went downstairs along the drain pipe and disappeared into the night.

The soldiers don't know what kind of trouble they will bring to themselves by doing this, and they don't know if they will cause trouble to others.

He only knew that Long Haitian had threatened himself, not only his own life but also his future. He was just a helpless orphan, and the appearance of Zhao Xueru once added color to his life and made up for his emotional shortcomings, but he didn't expect that when she was making up her mind to work hard for herself and her, she left herself silently, and left such a heartless letter.

Yes, he is just an orphan, a poor ghost, a local peasant, even if there is something, what is there to be afraid of? If one person feeds and the whole family is not hungry, is there any scruple left?