The sun gradually faded into the thick clouds, and the surroundings, which had been relatively bright, began to dim. At present, the atmosphere on the scene has also moved from one extreme to another. The fight scenes that were still very hot before are completely gone, and only two 'fighters' who have not left are there to face each other 'in place'.

Father Ann's taunt undoubtedly worked. Although Yu Siqi, like everyone else, did not know why the priest repeatedly used all kinds of means to provoke Mr. Song, nor did he understand why Mr. Song was calm again. In short, in the face of such a stalemate, no one knows what to do.

Should we go over and 'persuade'? Or should we continue to 'watch the fun'?

As time passed, the sound seemed to be completely stripped away, and something called 'depression' brewed in the quiet atmosphere that was almost fermenting.

Suddenly, when the dazzling scorching sun reappeared above their heads, a new round of battle began at the same time.

Mr. Song was the first to act, only to see him tilt his head and reach out to pull something under his neck. In a few moments, a blood-stained metal cylinder was pulled out of his body. And the moment the metal cylinder was casually thrown away, Yu Siqi not only saw a considerable amount of steam ejecting from his nostrils, but also noticed that Father An's eyebrows were slightly raised.

"You see, I do know that I can't compete with you at this level. So I decided to show you what I really am. Don't regret it, Father. ”

As he said this, Mr. Song inserted his finger into his waist and pulled out another metal pipe from it. This time, his exposed skin changed. The original pale yellow epidermis was gradually replaced by a silver-white color, and what surprised Yu Siqi even more was that his current skin could actually give his eyes the illusion of seeing a metallic luster.

"Everybody regrets it. But before that, you have to make sure that you have what it takes to make me regret it. ”

Although Father An's expression was no longer so relaxed, he still continued to taunt Mr. Song. The latter is also very powerful, and even the metal cylinder hidden at the base of the thigh has been withdrawn.

Although Mr. Song, who took out the three metal cylinders, did not change much in appearance, he gave people a very oppressive and threatening feeling. Especially when the four brothers behind him spoke, Yu Siqi confirmed this even more.

"You can't lift the restrictions without permission, Mr. Song. If Director Bao knows, he will definitely lock you up again. ”

"Then don't let him know, right? Or are you going to betray me? ”

Mr. Song turned his face and looked at the four brothers with cold eyes, and the latter shook his head and said, "Of course not." You have been kind to our family, and no matter how stupid we are, we will not do anything against you. But..."

"Alright, don't say any more."

Mr. Song interrupted the four brothers, leaving them to swallow the rest of the advice.

Mr. Song, who opened his mouth and spit out a large cloud of steam, straightened his face again, and said viciously to Father An, "It's time for execution, Father." I don't have to come to this point, I can't let you go so easily! ”

"Could it be that if I took the initiative to shake your hand, you would have let us go? Impossible, you know that very well. Me, too. ”

Father Ann spread his hands and made a gesture of indifference. It was this very ordinary but somewhat inappropriate facial gesture that made Father Ann do what happened next.

As his figure disappeared from Yu Siqi's sight, he appeared in front of Father An with a very exaggerated dash rate in rapid movement, and punched Father An who had no time to prepare. Although the priest hastily set up a defensive posture, he was still too hasty to succeed.

The straight punch hit Father Ann directly into the left shoulder, and it was only on the premise that the latter tried to dodge to avoid a greater loss. But despite this, Father Ann still suffered heavy losses because of this sneak attack by the other party.

Looking at Father An's completely pulled down left arm, Yu Siqi frowned, and Wan Jie said nervously: "The shoulder bone is broken, and this time the priest's left hand is abolished." ”

"What?"

Xie Baozhen looked at Wan Jie's face in shock, as if she didn't want to believe what she said.

"Wait and see, I think the priest may be very uncomfortable this time."

Wan Jie silently pulled out her hammer and said impatiently, "We have to help him." ”

With the loss of an arm, Father Ann was in a much more uncomfortable situation than before. The attack, which could have been barely prevented, can be said to be a wide open defense line because of the lack of a hand. can only be forced to dodge to avoid Mr. Song, this is like a 'mad dog' style of play.

Especially when he used a set of 'straight punches, punch punches, and hook punches' to connect to the combination of uppercuts, Father An was directly forced to retreat to the corner, and there was no way out.

"What's the matter, wasn't the priest very imposing before? You're fighting back! What's wrong, didn't you say that I, Song, was just an 'amateur'? Look at your embarrassed appearance, like a dog who has eaten a defeated battle! ”

Mr. Song, who completely gained the upper hand, not only began to use a 'feint' against Father An tactically, but also mainly humiliated him in terms of words.

Just when Father An's counterattack was easily defused by the other party, Mr. Song clenched his fists and slammed towards Father An, who had no way out.

"May you repent of what you have done in heaven, Father."

Seeing that this fist that hit Father An's heart was about to hit his body, Wan Jie's light footwork and figure determined that her support was timely.

The fist hit the hammer with a loud resonance sound, and at the same time, Wan Jie's wrist shook along with it.

Grabbing the wrist of her right hand with her left hand to suppress the shaking, Wan Jie looked at Mr. Song, who was unresponsive, with a serious expression, and asked in a concerned tone, "Father, are you okay?" ”

"As much as I would like to thank you for your support, the timing doesn't seem right right right now. So, can I ask you to do me a little favor? Hold him back, even for a moment. ”

Father Ann stripped off his coat with his only remaining arm, and at the same time pulled out the badge that made Yu Siqi feel familiar. When the stitch-covered badge pierced the skin on Father An's chest again and pierced deeply, Yu Siqi knew that the real showdown was about to begin.