The leather boots slowly stepped on the red carpet without making a sound.

I lowered my head, hid my face in the shadows of the oil lamp, and walked at a constant speed like room 314.

A few grim glances swept over me, lingering for a moment on the letter I was holding, not paying much attention to my face.

Walking to the door, I knocked lightly, tucked the envelope under the armpit of my left arm with my right hand, and slowly clenched the dagger at my waist.

"Come in." There was a Nanyang dialect from inside, and I didn't know exactly where it was, but I felt a little familiar.

I breathed a sigh of relief, it looked like I was in the right place, so I pushed the door open and entered.

The room was big, the oil lamp was bright and well decorated. This was my first impression when I walked in the door. A few bright oil lamps were placed in front of the door, which made me a little uncomfortable as I was used to the dim light in the hallway.

"Nice weather, isn't it?"

I squinted my eyes and replied, "It's okay." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a pinprick-like touch came from the left. I lunged forward almost instantaneously, and a few soft noises came from the right.

I rolled around on the ground, turned around and half-knelt on the ground, my right hand already drawn and the dagger held behind my back, my eyes fixed on the few people standing in the room. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that on the wall in front of the door, the tails of several crossbow arrows were still trembling slightly.

Immediately there was a knock on the door, and the sumptuous mahogany door vibrated in the impact, making a tooth-aching sound.

I grinned at the people in the room. When I first entered, I had locked the wooden door. It takes at least a minute for people from outside to come in.

One minute is the time of my life or death.

I slowly raised my right hand, the sharp dagger reflecting a chilling knife light under the light of the oil lamp, and grabbed a teapot on the table with my left hand, and threw it at the window with all my might, smashing the half-closed window open.

The bright light shines out of the window, which is very eye-catching in the dark night, and it immediately makes Wuhua across the street find the direction of the target.

At this moment, a young man in a short coat pulled a short stick from his waist, smirked and flipped over the long table that lay across the room, and pounced on me.

I didn't pay all my attention to the man, but to a figure behind him that was still hidden in the light, which made me pay more attention.

When the short coat pounced on his side, he swung his short stick and struck him directly on the head.

I sighed a little, this way of fighting is childish like that of a junior high school student. He took a step forward, his right leg between his legs, and his left hand grabbed his wrist and shook it so hard that the stick fell off its grip. As soon as his right shoulder sank down, the man fell backwards with a muffled grunt.

"This guy can't do it." I said to the man in the shadows.

The man chuckled a few times, threw away the small crossbow that was being wound in his hand, and slowly walked out behind me a tall man, his fierce gaze sweeping over my body like a tropical viper.

I felt the murderous intent in his gaze, adjusted my grip with my right hand, and slowly twitched the muscles of my whole body to get myself into the best condition.

Time was not in my favor, and I had to slowly approach the man, lowering my body and steady, trying not to show my flaws.

At a distance of less than five meters, it took me more than ten seconds to walk, and my back was already soaked with sweat, and it felt very bad to stick to my body.

The corners of the man's mouth grinned in a strange way, and his hands stretched out like swimming dragons, so fast that I could barely react. He grabbed my wrist straight at me and pressed his left leg closer to me, trying to get close to me.

I immediately withdrew my arms and punched him in the chest, leaning back, ready to pull away.

But the man was faster than I expected. He didn't dodge my punch, his body still moving forward, and when he got close to me, he grabbed my shoulders with both hands and slammed it out.

I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder, and with a muffled grunt, I released the dagger in my hand, and my arms were in front of my chest.

Sure enough, just as I expected, the man's arms pressed down on my shoulders, his legs suddenly swung like a whirlwind, and his knees slammed into my chest.

For a few seconds I was like a boat in a storm, battered like a tropical storm. The almost incessant blows made my arm instantly lose its sense of touch. For a moment, I was on the verge of losing consciousness, and the intense pain and squeezing on my chest made me gasp and my head was dizzy.

Let go, step back, and turn with your left leg as the axis. A beautiful roundhouse kick, the steel-hard leg bone whipped into the man's arm protected by the temple, sending him flying and hitting a wine bottle on the ground.

Guess with some regret twisting his neck. It's a pity that his own set of blows didn't kill these fragile Song people.

He smiled strangely again and walked towards the Song man who was struggling to get up. The guy reacted quickly, and as soon as he grabbed his shoulder, he knew to protect his chest and not fight back. This is indeed a rare thing, knowing that those who dare to fight back against themselves will definitely be crushed by a swift knee blow to the ribs before the counterattack is successful.

I looked at the man who was walking in, but my face was laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh yes, you fuck," I struggled to see the man's posture, resisting the blackened vision as I looked for a chance to fight back. "Lao Tzu won't die here, I really can't beat it..."

My smile grew more and more pronounced, like another person I was laughing at my nosy. If he hadn't had to crack the letter, he would have left Limen by now, where would he have fallen into such a dangerous situation. Now that the dagger has fallen, this guy must be a Muay Thai master, and with the military fighting skills I learned, going up is death.

Guess looked at the opponent who was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, his body full of scars slowly pressed down, his leg muscles tensed, and he leaned forward to quickly finish his opponent.

I stared at the man, only to see a bloody flower bloom on the man's chest, and the wall behind him was abruptly covered in red.

Guessing that he lowered his head a little sluggishly, looking at his chest that was gushing blood, and couldn't understand why a horrific wound suddenly appeared on his chest.

He slowly raised his head. Through the open window, he saw a man with a cigarette on the roof of a house across the street putting down his rifle, picking up another one from the ground and aiming it at himself.

With a "bang", the man's head, which was almost going to kill me a few seconds ago, suddenly turned into a carnival of brains and blood.

The headless corpse convulsed and fell, and I immediately reacted that it was the bullets that came in from the window to end the other party.

Before my brain could give the command, my body acted on my conscious behalf. Getting up, exerting my strength, I flipped over the pool table, and I swooped down on my shoulders, my arms firmly around the man in the shadows, and slammed him against the wall. Then, as in countless training sessions in the army, he lifted him up with a force from his waist, spun his body and fell to the ground.

The man snorted and lay motionless on the ground.

I gritted my teeth to keep me awake, turned him over, reached for the handcuffs in my pockets to cuff him, picked up the dagger I had dropped earlier and put it against his neck, and dragged him out the window where the shooter could take cover, panting and staring at the door that was being hit.

Downstairs, there was a sudden sound of gunfire in the hall, mixed with the screams of the women. I gasped and laughed, tearing my lungs in pain, but I didn't want to shut up.

Soon, a gunshot rang out outside the door, and the impact stopped.

There were a few shouts outside, and my consciousness was no longer awake at that time, and I couldn't hear what I was shouting, so I could barely control the captives in front of me, hoping that the shooter outside the window would control the situation.

The lock of the door was shattered by a single shot, and the deformed wooden door was kicked open. Asami rushed in with a pistol and saw the man who was facing him, his hands were cuffed and struggling, and Li Ruchu, who was already unconscious behind him.

"Search now! Call the doctor! He shouted.