The Italian's nose twitched, and he slowly opened a large enough gap with his knife to let the person behind him pass first.

When downstairs, he was confident and dismissive of the Germans.

But upstairs, his caution was completely different.

Nine European men walked out of the stairs one by one.

From his direction, one could see a pool of blood and moaning Koreans. These Asian-faced yellows gathered in three small circles, healing each other's wounds, cursing at each other's wounds, cursing something from time to time.

The focus of everyone's attention is naturally Chen Yi who is carrying a mop stick.

He turned his side to the European, and had no intention of turning his head.

The Italian slowly raised his knife.

Just before he was about to give the order, he only heard Chen Yi say in fairly clear Chinese: "Well done, continue to ask them for 350 times leverage." ”

"What do you mean?" The Italian immediately asked his best Chinese companion around him.

"I'm on the phone with the bank." It was Chen Yi himself who answered.

He smiled tiredly, his blood-stained stick dangling from his lap. A drop of blood seems to be congealing.

Bank?

The Italians were somewhat confused about the situation.

The wounded on the ground and pools of blood on the ground are clearly not a problem that the bank should solve.

"You're Chen Yi, right?" He tried to be a little more pleasant.

"It's not." Chen Yi replied very directly.

The Italian, who had seen his photo, did not believe it at all, laughed twice, and said, "Good attempt." Please come with us, or ......"

As he raised the hilt of his sword, he looked around, threatening its maker in a pool of blood, as if some of the power was too little.

"Who sent you?" Chen Yi naturally asked the question.

Italians just laugh.

Chen Yi raised the mop stick again, and it was now at most one-third the length of the original.

"There are 9 of us, and you still want to try?"

As he spoke, the strong men of Europe had slowly gathered around.

Han Jie shouted in the inner room: "I've called the police, you'd better leave early." ”

"We'll leave, with Mr. Chen." Italians speak better English than Chinese, but they are all [***] like a quick pure colloquial, saying, "Don't worry, we won't hurt you." ”

Chen Yi frowned, although he had lost a lot of physical strength, it was no problem to fight again. Now I'm just worried that Han Jie behind her will be hurt.

As for Kim Doona - he cautiously turned, leaned against the wall, reached into his backpack, and tore open a listening scroll.

Level 3 Listening Reel: Able to expand your hearing and hear the hearts of living beings.

A mess of information broke into my head.

Most of them are meaningless words, with occasional short sentences and little actual content.

Chen Yi recalled the feeling of being full of strength and focusing on the Italians.

"Software, torture."

These are the clearest words that listening brings.

His face suddenly turned bad.

From the word software alone, he thinks of Wall Street and high-frequency trading. This is the only thing worth torturing.

The Italian thought that his intimidation had worked, and excitedly patted the people around him and said, "You take Mr. Chen into the elevator." ”

The others still came up little by little, and only one person pasted it, wanting to tie Chen Yi's hands.

Chen Yi moved the wooden stick slightly, made an offensive and defensive posture, and focused his energy on Jin Doona.

A sense of sadness enveloped him.

"Miss, organization" were the two words he heard.

"What organization?" Chen Yi frowned, and thought again: Are the two groups of people together?

Chen Rongxi suddenly shouted: "Second brother be careful!" ”

She then spilled a bucket of water.

The Europeans who circled around were splashed with coldness, their eyes widened, and they spoke a certain Chinese language.

"You're still an Eight-Nation Alliance." Chen Yishang didn't have time to say a word, his wrist turned lightly, and he made a forward movement.

The nearest gentleman didn't know what to do, his left hand was still clasped on the handcuffs, and he said with a grin: "Relax (easy), relax ......"

The mop stick stabbed out as fast as lightning, right in the chest.

The wooden stick, which lost its sharpness, only penetrated two or three centimeters of muscles, but the huge impact made him "thump" backwards in a row.

"Let's go together." The Italian waved his Turkish sword and said, "To live, not necessarily to be all." ”

Chen Yi shook his head easily, and the wooden stick in his hand did not swing at all.

He chuckled twice and said, "I won't guarantee that you will be embarrassed." ”

The European men rushed up together, quite a bit of the power of the battle array.

This kind of impact and deterrence is much more powerful than that of the unkempt South Korean peasant army. Not to mention that they have a lot of sharp knives in their hands.

Chen Yi stepped back and forward, instantly stabbed one of them, and blocked four long knives one after another.

He exhaled softly.

The knightly martial arts of San Chio are not afraid of the situation where there are many enemies.

In particular, the so-called knightly foot combat skills were originally used by knights who had lost their horses and were besieged by infantry.

Sieges are not commonplace for knights, but they have to get used to it. Chen Yi has learned hundreds of hours of fighting skills, which is not perfect, but he is proficient.

A Turkish knife book slipped through the crack and silently struck at the opponent's abdomen.

Chen Yi didn't seem to look at it, and his body naturally made a mistake, and he staggered with the blade and was unharmed.

That breath filled his body again.

Outside-in, inside-out.

The entire corridor space seems to be shrouded in a breath.

And he can now feel everything that is happening here through these breaths.

He didn't have to look to know the attack route of the other four; He didn't need to look to know Han Jie's frightened appearance when she covered her mouth; He didn't have to look to know Kim Doona's wide-eyed tangled expression; He didn't have to look to know the weakened state of several seniors' vomiting......

Thousands of hours of fighting practice have made him accustomed to the dash attack of his surname, retreating and dodging before attacking......

A European falls to the ground in the middle of the nose.

One of them held the wooden stick in his bleeding lower abdomen, but the strength in his hand was not enough, and he couldn't pull it.

The Italian's face became extremely ugly, he shouted two words, and the slightly hasty attack stopped, and the remaining six people gathered again into a semicircle, slowly approaching again.

It seems that he wants to maintain the siege.

The corridor fell silent for a while.

Chen Yi's face was a little solemn, and the wooden stick in his hand was holding the flowers.

He's confident he's able to deal with six well-trained people, but in this situation, I'm afraid he's going to have to do something.

"Go back to your room, lock the door, and the big brother will be back soon." Chen Yi could only say this to the people behind him.

Although a few students have a bit of combat effectiveness, it is too dangerous to fight in the face of international students, and in the face of these European men who come from nowhere.

Han Jie and Chen Rongxi hurriedly closed the door and dragged the cabinet over to block it inside.

Kim Doona and her seniors are all helping, but the main focus is on the phone in her pocket.

She was hesitant to ask Liu Xinyu about it.

However, these Europeans do not seem to be members of the organization.

At the most dangerous moment, the stairs were filled with the sound of chaotic footsteps.

The Italian looked happy and shouted, "Schnoder, is that you?" ”

He had the same worries and didn't want to lose too much.

Instead, it wasn't the thick Earman accent that answered him, but a fierce kick in the door and a bunch of jet-black muzzles.

The gun is a hybrid of a pistol and a submachine gun.

The person carrying the gun is not a police officer, nor is it a soldier.

The head is even more flowing, combing ugly fashionable hairstyles.

The elegant gray suit and red striped tie on the sweaty young man ruins the image a little, but I have to admit that this really handsome person looks like a new male star.

He looked at the situation, and was slightly surprised by the blood on the ground and the injured subject, but he was relieved again, and his mouth also teased: "Schnoder is a German name, and it is locked up below." Brothers stand against the wall. ”

As he spoke, this person, regardless of the fact that he had a controlled knife beside him, actually carried a gun and passed through the left side. It seems that he is not afraid of being attacked at all.

There was a European who wanted to move, but was stopped by the Italians with a stern stern look.

Under the care of six, seven, or eight guns, today's mission must have failed, so why bother to pay for a surname.

The Italians made the heaviest promise, saying that they would not resist if they surrendered.

The man in the suit nodded approvingly, came to Chen Yi's side, raised his gun to block the front, and then said in proficient English: "Everyone kneel against the wall in 10 seconds, otherwise they will all be shot." ”

His men all seemed to understand English, and the sound of pulling the bolt of a gun was tooth-aching.

The man in the suit didn't look at the back, turned his head and smiled: "You are Chen Yi, my name is Zhu Guangliang." Take charge of your safety for the time being. ”

Chen Yi felt that the breath that filled his body was disturbed by more subtle breaths, and gradually, it seemed to be gone.

It's probably too many.

He looked at Zhu Guangliang with some annoyance, and snorted with his nose.

Zhu Guangliang's face changed slightly, and he imagined in his mind that there was a villain, stepping on Chen Yi hard, stepping hard, stepping hard: I hate the children of the family the most, I hate the children of the family the most, I hate the children of the family the most......

Then, he said to Chen Yi with a smile on his face: "Mr. Chen, don't worry, we will not interfere with your normal life, and leave when the matter is settled." ”

He waved his hand. Two young men in jackets stuffed miniature submachine guns into their holsters and handcuffed the Europeans in front of them one by one.

The crisis was lifted, and the girls rushed up all of a sudden, grabbed Chen Yi's arms and legs and said, "How are you, how are ......?"

Zhu Guangliang then rubbed his face and said to the girls, "Which one is Miss Han Jie?" I was ordered to take you back. ”

No one replied.

Everyone is busy playing Chen Yi.

Zhu Guangliang continued to fantasize about the villain in his mind: it kept stepping on it, stepping on it, stepping on it! I hate the children of the family the most, I hate the children of the family the most......

A man in a jacket stepped forward and asked, "Boss, it's all caught." ”

"I have eyes." Zhu Guangliang was angry, and said in a slightly slower tone: "All of them are locked up, if there is anything to be notified and to be informed, it will be in accordance with the regulations." ”

"Yes." The man in the jacket saluted.

Zhu Guangliang "snapped" and slapped his palm down, and said angrily: "I told you, forget all these broken things, forget them, you are hairy." ”

"Yes." The man in the jacket put his feet together, but his hands were not extended.

"Go back and clean you up. The Koreans on the ground were not in a gang, and they were also arrested. ”

"Yes." The man in the jacket is used to trembling his hands and feet.

A few words of shouting finally attracted everyone's attention, and the students who had just vomited looked at the black weapons that had only been seen on the big screen with adoring eyes, and the corners of their mouths flowed with white lenses that they didn't know whether they were envious or left.

Han Jie chuckled and said to Zhu Guangliang, "Thank you...... Mr. Zhu. ”

"Yes, yes, Miss Han is fine, I'll report back to Mr. Han later." Zhu Guangliang smiled while stepping on the villain in his mind.

"Thanks again. In addition, the aftermath ......"

"Don't worry, we are all under martial law outside, and we say that we are mentally ill and crazy to the outside world." Zhu Guangliang said casually, how to announce it to the outside world is actually not his responsibility.

"What about them?" Chen Yi pointed inconsiderately at the senior behind him.

The students were all green, and someone shouted, "We don't know anything, we saw a group of Koreans come and cut people, we are here to help!" ”

"I'm really here to help!"

Zhu Guangliang coughed and said, "I'll write down their names and information, and I'll investigate when there is a problem." ”

"What if they say it?" Chen Yi blinked, he wanted to scare the seniors, lest someone drink too much and have a big mouth.

Zhu Guangliang understood: "If someone says it, we will destroy it humanely." ”

However, the seniors were scared, and some people couldn't help but vomit.

The man in the jacket next to him frowned and thought for a long time, not understanding what the procedure of humane destruction was.

"Don't get it on the living room floor." Chen Yi hurriedly reminded.

Chen Rongxi was heartless, seeing that the second brother was fine, he didn't care about the sticky blood on the ground at all, and asked curiously: "Are you special forces?" ”

"Pretty much." Zhu Guangliang replied with ease in his mouth and smug in his heart.

Chen Rongxi pinched his arm behind him and said, "It's not as powerful as my grandfather's side." ”

Zhu Guangliang stiffened his body, burst into tears in his heart, and stepped on the villain desperately: I hate the children of the family the most......

The man in the jacket came to report again: "There is a Mr. Chen Heng, who says that he is Mr. Chen's brother, and he is from the local military region. ”

"I told you, remember the task board, remember the task board." Zhu Guangliang lost his temper and said: "Is there Chen Heng's name on it, is there a photo of him?" ”

The man in the jacket whispered: "There is a name, no photos." ”

"It's probably my brother." Chen Yi interjected.

"Then pick it up." Zhu Guangliang turned to smile, thinking in his mind: I hate the children of the family the most and influence me to command.

……

(To be continued)