Jiang Han shot out violently, and a scalpel suddenly appeared in his hand, quickly slashing between the necks of the two.

A slight blood stain gradually cracked on the necks of the two people, blood splashed everywhere, and the bright silver scalpel was not stained with any blood, Jiang Han pushed away the two dead unknown thugs, and kicked the door open directly.

There are five floors of romance, and the business on each floor is different, but at this time, it seems that it has been arranged a long time ago, Jiang Han just rushed into the hall on the first floor, and saw dozens of people sitting there, each with a long knife in their hands, as if they had been waiting for Jiang Han to come to the door for a long time.

"Someone's coming!"

The scalpel is like a nimble butterfly flying up and down between its five fingers, refracting the fierce cold light.

The tables and chairs were moved, making a slight salsa sound, and Jiang Han's somewhat thin figure was suddenly surrounded by people.

"Boy, do you know what you're doing here?" a big man with a meaty face walked out of the crowd and smiled at Jiang Han.

Jiang Han controlled his breathing rate, only to feel that the scene in front of him was like a lake, with ripples.

The strangeness of his eyes lasted for less than half a second, and he regained his calm, but in the world in Jiang Han's eyes, there was a trace of blood red.

[Cold-blooded]....

The breath became longer, the distracting thoughts were cleared from the mind, and the brain was quieter than ever.

Jiang Han didn't say much nonsense, his toes touched the ground, and the whole person floated in front of the big man like a feather, and the scalpel in his hand waved gently, and everyone present only felt that a bright white light flashed in front of him.

The red and warm blood sprayed wantonly, Jiang Han's eyes were cold, and he kicked the strong man out with a strong kick, like a tiger entering a flock, and rushed into the crowd.

The extreme flexibility of the fingers seemed to give Jiang Han the soul of a scalpel, and the figure moved and reversed in the small space, only to see clusters of blood flowers burst out, and he was not hurt at all, but the thugs were killed by Jiang Han one after another like cutting wheat.

And at this time, on the fifth floor of the romance.

Jiang Ran woke up faintly, only to feel a tingling pain in his head.

"You.... Who are you?"

The first scene he saw when he opened his eyes was that Jiang Ran found himself in a smoky room, and several tattooed men with black cloths were sitting on the side with cigarettes in their mouths.

"Hey, boss, this chick is awake. ”

The flickering light of the fire flickered, and a hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"Yes, where is the medicine, bring it to me. ”

"Oh, here you go. The hoarse voice smiled: "When will you notify Han Shao to come over?"

"This medicine has a half-hour seizure time, and after giving it to this woman, call Han Shao over in twenty minutes. ”

"yes, I see. ”

The conversation ended, and then Jiang Ran saw an emaciated figure staggering towards her.

"You... Who are you? Where is this, let me out!" Jiang Ran panicked, with some crying, said.

Jiang Ran struggled violently, but his arms and feet were tied, and it was useless to get blood marks around his debut.

"Hey, hey, don't struggle, little beauty, come, eat something to nourish your spirits first. A dry and powerful hand suddenly stretched out and pinched Jiang Ran's smooth chin.

"Don't.... Let go of me, you bastard!" Jiang Ran shook his head violently, his hair flying, but he was still forcibly breaking his cherry mouth.

Then, Jiang Ran only felt that a ball of powder had been poured into his mouth, and before he could spit it out, he was poured into a large mouthful of water at one time and swallowed it into his stomach with the powder.

"Ahem, ahem... What did you give me?!" Jiang Ran coughed twice and said with horror.

"Hahahaha, feel it, it's like to be burned with lust!" The hoarse voice with a maniacal smile echoed through the floor.

Jiang Han had already rushed to the second floor, at this time he was covered in blood, the white sportswear he was wearing when he came had been completely stained red with blood, and there was a pungent smell of blood all over his body, which made Jiang Han look like a Shura crawling out of hell, which was terrifying.

The blade of the scalpel in his hand already had a faint red halo, which made people panic when they looked at it.

The cold-blooded state had lasted for three minutes, and Jiang Han already felt that his brain was a little dizzy.

But looking at the two dozen people in front of him, who were standing or sitting, Jiang Han gave up the idea of quitting the cold-blooded state.

The two people collided together again, and the knives slashed towards Jiang Han, and one couldn't dodge, and Jiang Han's back was torn open with a narrow wound.

The passage of blood aroused the ferocity in Jiang Han's heart even more, his eyes were red, and he rushed towards the third floor regardless of life and death.

And outside the love bar, a bewitching woman leaned against the car door and looked at Zhang Qing with a long knife on her back.

"Yo yo yo, this is not Zhang Qing, why did you come here. The bewitching woman covered her red lips with one hand and smiled.

Zhang Qing's face did not change at all, his eyes glanced at the door of the relationship, and he could vaguely smell a touch of blood from the air.

"Why don't you stop him?" Zhang Qing spoke, his tone low.

The enchanting woman snorted: "His temper is not gentle at all, and my sister is unhappy." ”

"You're too nonsense!" Zhang Qing scolded with a cold face and rushed directly towards the door of the relationship.

"What are you dragging, it's not cute at all!" The bewitching woman stomped her feet on the spot, and then sighed resentfully: "Forget it, then go and see, who made you my little enemy?"

Then, the woman's figure flickered like a ghost and flashed into the door that Zhang Qing had not yet closed.

As soon as she walked into the hall on the first floor, the bewitching woman covered her red lips and her beautiful eyes widened and froze in place.

"Oh my God...."

There were corpses everywhere, all of them had their throats slashed with a knife, blood splattered everywhere, and the pungent smell of blood lingered in the air for a long time.

"That kid... It's ruthless enough!"

And at this time, Jiang Han, who was blocking and killing gods all the way and killing Buddhas, met his first opponent.

It was a man in a tight-fitting suit, his face covered, but he walked with great momentum.

"Die!" There was no extra nonsense on both sides, and the man rushed to Jiang Han at an accelerated pace, stretched out one hand to his waist, and a dazzling white horse practice crossed the air, and the sound of the sword unsheathed suddenly sounded.

Jiang Han only felt that his scalp was numb for a moment, the scalpel was raised, and a series of sparks were rubbed against the blade, and the huge force trembled, Jiang Han hurriedly took two steps back.

The man pulled a sword flower, his whole person's momentum changed, and he rushed towards Jiang Han with Xuan Ao's steps.

Jiang Han forcibly took a breath, and just wanted to catch up, but only felt a strong wind behind him.

"Jiang Han, you go upstairs, I'll solve this person!" Zhang Qing's calm voice suddenly sounded, the sword in the man's hand was instantly blocked by a black light, the man took two steps back, and Zhang Qing had already blocked his way.

"Another one to die!" the man didn't care, and aimed the tip of his sword at Zhang Qing.

Zhang Qing was expressionless, and snorted coldly: "In the early stage of dark energy, you dare to be so arrogant?"

Jiang Han glanced at Zhang Qing deeply and rushed towards the third floor.

"Zhang Qing, the previous grievances have been written off, this time, I Jiang Han owes you a favor!"