Chapter 157: Stockholm Syndrome
"If you don't want to have a bloody incident of black violence, I suggest that you obediently knock me out." Wu Xie said with a smile, with a calm expression, a black gold short knife that exuded a chill, no matter how you look at it, Wu Xie is the most lethal one.
"Don't listen to him, anyway, it's either you die or I die, we would rather be killed by him than let him go." Said a man at the head.
The people around him, who were originally shocked by Wu Xie's powerful aura, became ready to move again because of that man's words, Wu Xie knew that the persuasion was ineffective, he held the black short knife in one hand, with a sad look on his face, and the wind under his feet made him act quickly.
Different from before, this time the Wang family was prepared, and with a ding, the collision of the two cold weapons caused sparks, and Wu Xie did not dare to fight with him, and raised slightly with the strength of four or two thousand catties.
With a bang, the silver cold blade slid down Wu Xie's black gold short knife, and Wu Xie turned around and kicked the person out with a roundabout kick, and his toes deliberately increased the strength and kicked the weak place between his ribs.
Boom, the Wang family who flew out knocked over three people in a row before stopping, the four people were completely paralyzed together, and instantly lost their combat effectiveness, Wu Xie backhanded the black gold short knife horizontally, blocking the sneak attack behind him, strong friction, the power of the shock made Wu Xie miss and let go of the black gold short knife.
The Wang family, who had successfully attacked from behind, suddenly showed a smug smile, and he grabbed the black gold short knife, and the sudden falling force sank, making him almost throw the black gold short knife to the ground.
Wu Xie turned around and stepped on the surface of his foot fiercely, and with the slowly increasing force of the soles of his feet, Wu Xie was lucky and stomped on it for half a minute.
Whew! The Wang family let out a scream. Wu Xie caught the black gold short knife he took out with one hand, knocked him unconscious with the back of the knife, suddenly jumped up, stepped on his back, and kicked at another person with the help of a force.
Wu Xie pressed the black gold short knife on the man's neck, and forced him down, holding the raised rock with one hand, and kicking in a 180-degree whirlwind, forcing the person who rushed up to retreat.
There were only four or five people left, and they surrounded Wu Xie in groups, and after seeing Wu Xie's strength, they didn't dare to force forward for a while.
"Are you going to do it yourself, or are you forcing me to do it? Or maybe I think we can have a friendly negotiation. Wu Xie put on a look of a little profiteer and said flatteringly.
"What do you want?" One of them, looking around, asked.
Wu Xie showed a harmless smile, thought seriously, and asked: "I want to have a good chat with your patriarch, after all, everyone on both sides, if you can unite and conspire to coexist, the tomb robbery world may be able to regain its previous majesty." ”
"You're not the Zhang family, why are you saying this?" Hearing Wu Xie's willingness to cooperate, another Wang family member who looked like a bully said.
Wu Xie put away the black gold short knife at will, half leaning on the raised rock, his expression was natural, his hands spread out and said: "Seeing black gold is like seeing a spirit, since I can bring it, it represents some sincerity of the Zhang family, but I don't know what Wang Zanghai thinks, the noble patriarch has a big shelf." ”
Taken by Wu Xie's words, the Wang family, the head of the bully, frowned slightly and said, "Who doesn't want to coexist peacefully? It's just your words, who can guarantee it? ”
Whizzing, from all directions, countless iron arrows shot at them.