There was nothing wrong with Luo Sihai and Tan Feng's strategy, the two used hostages as a threat, set up a bureau here in the warehouse, and forced Ding Xiu to enter the urn, which was a proper conspiracy.

It's a pity that the calculations of the two still fell short, because they underestimated Ding Xiu's strength.

After Luo Sihai's subordinates searched the third floor, they were arranged by Tan Feng to go upstairs to continue the search. Although they were a little timid, they did not dare to disobey the boss's orders.

The younger brothers climbed the stairs, while Tan Feng and Luo Sihai were guarding the staircase, blocking Ding Xiu's retreat, and they could also play a role in supervising the battle.

Going up to the fourth floor, Luo Sihai's subordinates scattered again, and looked for rooms in all directions in groups of three or five.

A younger brother pushed open the door to a certain room and glanced inside in fear.

"No one." He didn't care if he saw anything inside, and after he instinctively said these two words, his heart was a little calmer.

"Are you going to look like this all day?" An unfamiliar voice suddenly came from behind him.

The little brothers turned their heads sharply, and finally saw the strange figure.

The figure, who was sturdy and wearing a mask and hat, appeared like a ghost on this side of the corner of the corridor, blocking the way for Luo Sihai's men to go back to the stairs.

", him!" The younger brothers shouted and hugged up.

"That's good, I'm in a hurry." Listening to the voice made by this figure, it was not Ding Xiu who else could be.

Luo Sihai's people were timid when searching for houses, so they couldn't do their work, and the effect of Ding Xiu's ambush was greatly reduced, so they had to take the initiative to look for opportunities.

Ding Xiu was the first to focus on the group of people who came to a more remote location on the fourth floor, and after judging that if he could kill them quickly, he still had room to retreat before those people's companions rushed over.

Luo Sihai's junior brothers rushed over with their weapons, and Ding Xiu also moved, first like his arm, a black shadow flew out of his palm, and smashed heavily on the forehead of the enemy in front.

The black shadow shattered, it was a ceramic cup, and it split apart, sinking the forehead of the target that had been hit, and the flesh was open.

The little brother who was recruited snorted, rolled his eyes and fell straight back, lying on his back on the ground without a sound.

Another junior brother rushed forward with an arrow step, and beckoned Ding Xiu's head with the iron rod in his hand.

Ding Xiu turned his head slightly, easily avoided the stick, and then slammed his fist over, and the fist swung into his face, knocking out the teeth in his mouth along with saliva.

The man was carried by Ding Xiu's fist and slammed into the wall of the corridor, and after his body collided with the wall, he bounced back with a "bang", and finally lay on the ground not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

In just one shot, two of the five people lost their combat effectiveness, and the other three looked at each other, and the chill in their hearts couldn't stop jumping.

They wanted to escape, but the way to the stairs was behind Ding Xiu, and as a last resort, these people had to muster up their courage and want to kill a way from Ding Xiu's side.

There is no road beside Ding Xiu, and if he insists on saying that there is, it is also a dead end.

Among the people who pounced, the weapon in the hand of the first person was empty, Ding Xiu gave way to his attack, grabbed his collar with his hands, pulled the person over and strangled his neck.

It was the companion behind the man who happened to follow, and the blade in his hand stabbed directly into Ding Xiu's chest. Ding Xiu did not flash or force, but deceived the past.

The blade sank into his chest, and the person holding the knife was stunned for a moment, because Ding Xiu was unscathed, and the person with an extra bloody hole in his chest was his companion.

Ding Xiu used the restrained person to block the knife, and after blocking the knife, he pushed the person away and made him fall to the ground.

Taking advantage of the knife-wielder's stunned, Ding Xiu kicked him in the calf. The force of the impact caused the wielder's body to lose balance, and his whole body flipped up, falling towards him.

The man fell to the ground, and the knife in his hand was gone. Ding Xiu crossed over him, his heels stomping heavily on his back.

Hearing the sound of noisy footsteps behind him, Ding Xiu quickened his pace and rushed towards the only remaining enemy in front of him.

Luo Sihai's younger brothers rushed over when they heard the movement, and when everyone arrived, there were only five corpses left on the ground in the corridor.

The walls on either side were stained with red blood, and more blood was pouring from under the corpses.

Everyone gasped, looked at the aisle and didn't dare to step forward, and just as they were hesitating, there was another noise from the other end of the corridor.

"Let's go, find out the people, otherwise everyone will end up like this." Someone pointed to the corpse on the ground to cheer up his companions.

"Kill that bastard, and everyone will be safe." Someone calls, someone answers. Although there is still some fear in the hearts of everyone, when faced with the threat of death, the desire to survive often prevails.

More and more people responded, and nearly twenty or so people poured into the corridor, and for a while it was clogged up. With so many people acting together, everyone is much bolder.

At the end of the corridor is a very large and spacious house with a lot of plates and other goods piled up in it.

"People must be hiding inside."

When everyone found this, they decided that Ding Xiu was hiding in the house, so they took advantage of the crowd to rush in and rummage inside.

As they searched hard, the door behind them was suddenly shut.

"Who the fuck closed the door?" Someone asked.

"It's windy outside, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold." A slightly playful voice appeared in the doorway.

Everyone looked towards the door in unison, and there was a strange figure next to the closed door.

"Who are you?" A high-ranking guy in the crowd stepped forward and asked the figure.

He asked this in order to embolden himself, after all, by this time, everyone already had the answer in their hearts.

"When you're dying, you still ask this kind of question." Ding Xiu's tone revealed a chill, and his gaze swept over the people in the room, with a very disdainful expression: "The rabble." ”

", catch him, brothers!" The person who asked the question just now felt the contempt from Ding Xiu, and he became angry for a moment, so without saying a word, he beckoned his companions to prepare to besiege Ding Xiu.

"Very well, let's come along." Ding Xiu greeted the crowd, and the two daggers in his hands flew in his palms with cold light, like butterflies dancing among the flowers.

The person who rushed to the front slashed the long stick towards Ding Xiu, who was short and avoided the front of the stick, and the man pounced on the opponent, and the blade of the dagger in his left hand slashed the enemy's wrist like lightning.

When the blood splashed, the blade in Ding Xiu's right hand was not idle, and went straight to the other party's throat.