Ding Xiu's hand holding his clothes was trembling, and he thought of that thin, helpless and pitiful figure, and his heart seemed to be dripping blood.

"She went to heaven to find her mother." Yan Kun stared at Ding Xiu with a happy expression, admiring his heart-like expression, "You provoked the wrong person, you know, kid." ”

"Where's my brother?" He yelled again.

Ding Xiu tugged the clothes tightly in his hand, turned his gaze back to Yan Kun, and the murderous intent in his eyes was awe-inspiring: "I run a pawnshop, although your life is not valuable, I will accept it." Moreover, no one will want to redeem it in the future. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand reached into his waist, and then a jet-black pistol was pulled out.

The fire flashed, and the two younger brothers with guns closest to Ding Xiu were instantly shot in the head.

It all happened in a flash of lightning, and the vast majority of people present did not react.

Ding Xiu's third shot was fired at Yan Kun, and at this time, the other party was already prepared, and pulled the little brother next to him to block the bullet for himself.

Watanabe didn't know when he came to the hall, and while Ding Xiu shot at Yan Kun, the gun in his hand was also aimed at Ding Xiu.

Seeing that the bullet did not hit Yan Kun, Ding Xiu's figure flashed to the side, dodged Watanabe's attack, and raised his hand to shoot back.

There was some chaos in the hall, and the other younger brothers were also showing their rabble at the moment, some of them shrank on the ground with their heads in their hands, and the smarter ones knew to follow Yan Kun to find a place to hide.

Ding Xiu raised his gun and killed a few more younger brothers who were hiding in the corner, and then turned the muzzle of the gun to shoot at Watanabe, when a sound suddenly came from the barrel of the gun and the pointer crashed into the air.

This gun was brought from Yan Lu's office, and there were not many bullets, and it had been exhausted in the round of firefights just now.

"Give it to me, he's out of bullets, if he doesn't, everyone will die." Yan Kun shouted to the younger brothers who were hiding around.

When he shouted, the others were emboldened again.

Seeing that everyone around him was rushing towards him, Ding Xiu threw out the gun in his hand, and the body of the gun smashed into the face door of a junior brother, smashing the person straight to the ground.

The second person who approached was pulled by Ding Xiu's collar, Ding Xiu opened the opponent's knife-holding arm, replaced it with a military spur in his right hand, and stabbed him several times without any scruples.

Watanabe's muzzle has been aimed at Ding Xiu, he wants to take advantage of the opportunity of those little brothers to entangle Ding Xiu to shoot, but Ding Xiu pulled a little brother in front of him as a shield to block the gun, and Watanabe's several bullets hit his own people.

Soon his bullets were also empty, and he had to be reloaded immediately.

Taking advantage of the absence of a threat of firearms, Ding Xiu immediately let go of his hands and feet to deal with those "miscellaneous fish". He raised his knife in his hand, and every person who came close to him had several more blood holes in his body.

At this moment, Yan Kun slipped away quietly.

Watanabe changed the bullets, and Ding Xiu also killed all Yan Kun's men in the hall.

"Don't try to sabotage my mission." Watanabe's eyes were fierce, and he didn't choose to run away like Yan Kun because he still had some mission on his shoulders.

"Bah, bah, bah!"

In the sound of gunfire, Ding Xiu rushed forward, and without slowing down, he actually dodged left and right in a row to avoid those bullets.

"Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah!"

When Ding Xiu rushed to his eyes, Watanabe had already emptied the magazine again, and as soon as he took out the bullet and was about to reload, he was kicked in the chest by Ding Xiu, and the person flew upside down.

Watanabe struggled to his feet, discarded his gun, and replaced his weapon with a jet-black short blade.

The short blade has a cold glow, and the end of the handle is a ring, and Watanabe clasps his thumb in it, so that the blade can rotate freely in the palm of his hand without taking off his hand.

He swung his short blade at Ding Xiu at what he thought was the limit, but he didn't want to be easily dodged by Ding Xiu, and then the two of them met in close combat, and the military spur and the short blade collided in front of him with a crisp sound.

Watanabe's short blade was very flexible, and as soon as he came down from the face, Ding Xiu almost suffered the loss of the rotating blade. Fortunately, with the blessing of the power of war paint, he was only scratched on his wrist.

The other party's blade was very flexible, but Ding Xiu saw that he had to rely on his wrist to exert force, so he no longer fought the knife, but wrapped his wrist with his hand.

The hands of the two men were intertwined, and they held each other's wrists together, while at the same time aiming the tip of their blades at each other's chest or throat and other vital parts.

"Is this your strength?" In the stalemate, Ding Xiu suddenly asked.

"What?" Watanabe didn't understand what he meant.

"Humph!" Ding Xiu snorted coldly, and the ability in his body was instantly urged. His eyes were clear, and Watanabe didn't see the clue, but in the next second, there seemed to be a thousand catties of power on his wrist.

Watanabe gritted his teeth, unable to compete with the force for a moment, and watched with incredible eyes as the sharp blade of the military thorn was gradually sent into his chest.

Watanabe was pushed against the wall by Ding Xiu, and the military thorn pierced through his body and into the wall for half a minute. His eyes widened, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth and chest.

The soles of his arms and feet weakened one after another, and before he could become unconscious, Watanabe fell to his knees.

Ding Xiu pulled out his thorn, and Watanabe's body fell forward, at his feet.

Ding Xiu picked up Watanabe's gun and bullets that had fallen to the ground, and then chased in the direction that Yan Kun had slipped away.

……

"Why is that bastard so powerful, where did he get the gun?"

At this time, Yan Kun was like a headless fly in his secret room, which he used to hide money, and in addition to his income in the town over the years, there was also a reward given to him by Watanabe.

That's a huge amount of money, and if this money is taken to any city, it will be enough for Yan Kun to spend the rest of his life.

Yan Kun wanted to run away with the money, and those who stayed in the hall became outcasts, including Watanabe. After all, compared to his own life, whether it is the younger brother or the gold owner, it is nothing.

Most of the money in the safe was packed into the large duffel bag on the table, and some of the rest was scattered on the ground by Yan Kun in a panic.

There was a "whimpering" sound from the table, it was millet that was tied. There was a piece of cloth stuffed in Xiaomi's mouth, and she couldn't speak, but looking at Yan Kun, who hurriedly came to the house to load money, the little girl was very scared.

Yan Kun, who was angry, heard her voice and kicked her viciously.

"It's all you, who made Lao Tzu so miserable." Yan Kun scolded, put the big duffel bag on his back, and then lifted Millet from the ground and dragged her out to escape.

Yan Kun didn't do anything to Xiaomi before, he originally planned to exchange Xiaomi for his younger brother, and he was also ready to kill Xiaomi in front of Ding Xiu after catching Ding Xiu.

Now that everything is over, his younger brother is dead, and his business should be gone, Xiaomi has become his last life talisman.

Yan Kun came to the corridor outside the secret room, he suddenly heard footsteps chasing behind him, and when he looked back, Ding Xiu's figure appeared in the corridor.

Both of them were stunned, Yan Kun looked at Ding Xiu, and Ding Xiu looked at Xiaomi, who was taken by Yan Kun's side.