Before Mu Xingfeng could stand firm, he kicked him hard in the crook of his leg.

Mu Xingfeng snorted, his straight long legs bent a little, and he immediately straightened up again.

The man obviously didn't expect Mu Xingfeng to have such a backbone, he didn't want to use the strength of that kick, he thought that he could kick him to his knees in front of the boss, but he didn't expect him to be able to stand firmly.

A little brother with a gun next to him also seemed surprised, and walked over and punched and kicked Mu Xingfeng together.

It's just that no matter how strong the other party is, Mu Xingfeng only bowed up at most, and never bent his knees from beginning to end.

Qiao Hai's eyes flashed with a flash of appreciation that he didn't even notice, and he raised his hand, and the two subordinates stopped the movement in their hands and stood back again.

Mu Xingfeng stood up straight a little embarrassed, coughed, a mouthful of blood gushed out, raised the back of his hand, wiped the corner of his lips, and his eyes fell on the girl in the distance.

"Yes, he is a man, worthy of the soldiers of the empire," Qiao Hai slapped his face, and his words changed, "It's just that if such a fist and kick fall on Mrs. Ling, I don't know if I can stand it as well as Major General Mu?" ”

"You dare!"

Mu Xingfeng's voice was cold and hard, his eyes looked at the man gloomily, and he was just about to take a step forward, when his body staggered uncontrollably, squatting directly on the ground, opening his mouth, and a mouthful of blood flowed out.

"Whether I dare or not depends not on me, but on you, Major General Mu, I said that as long as you agree to my conditions, not only will you give it with both hands, but I will also ensure that you return to the empire safely, otherwise, my two blood brothers will not be able to die in vain."

Qiao Hai leaned lazily on the chair, looking at the man in front of him who was squatting on the ground and crumbling as if he could fall down at any time.

He could see clearly the two subordinates just now, but they all used ten percent of their strength.

Mu Xingfeng took care of the woman behind him, he didn't have the slightest intention of fighting back, and he didn't get beaten to the ground, at first he still had a little admiration for this man, but he didn't expect that he was just a mortal man, such a beating, he was not knocked down, but he was also strong.

Qiao Hai saw the man on the ground and raised his hand again.

Seeing the situation, the two men put the guns in their hands on their backs and walked towards the girl on the cross at the same time.

Mu Xingfeng's eyes swept over the two figures, and at the same time calculated the shadow of the man sitting on the chair on the ground, and suddenly his body rose vertically, and he pounced directly on the top of the chair, and at the same time, with a flip of his wrist, a dagger appeared in the palm of his hand, reaching the opponent's neck.

Qiao Hai's pupils contracted suddenly, and he was thrown to the ground before he could adjust his lazy sitting position.

"Click."

The muzzles of more than a dozen black holes reached Mu Xingfeng's head, but they were also a step too late.

"Stand back!"

Mu Xingfeng suppressed the man with one hand, and held a knife against his fragile neck with the other, his cold voice and the iron-blooded ruthlessness emanating from his body made people have no doubt, if he didn't do what he said, in the next second, he would cut the other party's throat.

Qiao Hai could see clearly under him, the bloodthirsty eyes that burst out of the man's eyes were like Shura coming from hell, obviously a handsome face, full of murderous aura.

"Stand back," Qiao Hai roared, facing such a man, he didn't dare to joke with his life anymore.

More than a dozen people, armed with guns, retreated two meters away.

Mu Xingfeng lifted the person up.

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