When Li Zhengnan heard Hong Feifan say this, his eyes lit up, revealing a look of hope. Thinking that he seemed to have come back from a trip to the ghost gate, I felt a burst of excitement in my heart.

Hong Feifan threw the pistol on the ground, glanced at Li Zhengnan, turned around and walked towards the door.

Li Zhengnan glanced at Hong Feifan's back hatefully, and then moved his gaze to the pistol on the ground, and the killing intent suddenly rose.

Holding back the pain, he moved forward, stretched out his left hand to pick up the pistol on the ground, and then raised the pistol to aim at Hong Feifan's back.

Hong Feifan walked to the door, holding the doorknob with his right hand, ready to open the door.

At this time, Li Zhengnan behind him pulled the trigger.

There was a "click", but no bullets came out of the muzzle.

Li Zhengnan was taken aback, and in a panic, he pulled the trigger again, but the bullet still did not come out.

Hong Feifan suddenly turned around, raised his left hand slightly, spread his palm, and several bullets slid from his palm to the ground.

Li Zhengnan saw that Hong Feifan's eyes were full of murderous intent, and his heart suddenly seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, staring at Hong Feifan and slumping on the ground.

"The opportunity has been given to you, but you don't know how to cherish it, then don't blame me!"

As soon as the word "I" fell, Hong Feifan's body swept up and flashed in front of Li Zhengnan.

Li Zhengnan wanted to retreat, but he didn't have a chance at all, Hong Feifan's movements were too fast, and his right hand grabbed Li Zhengnan's throat like an eagle's claw.

Li Zhengnan trembled all over, trembling like chaff, and his dilated pupils were full of terror.

"Click!"

Hong Feifan didn't give Li Zhengnan another chance, and crushed his throat stiffly.

Li Zhengnan didn't even have a chance to scream, his head hung down weakly, and he couldn't lift it up again.

Hong Feifan glanced at the dead Li Zhengnan with an expressionless face, and turned to leave.

At this time, Chen Suibian, who was holding the wind outside, was waiting anxiously, looking uneasy. He was worried that the leader of the Long Ce group in the Huacheng branch would suddenly come back and break the "good thing" of Li Zhengnan.

He saw the door open, Hong Feifan was intact and swaggered out, and he was not followed by Li Zhengnan.

"Stop!"

Chen Suibian drank Hong Feifan, and at the same time pulled out his gun and aimed it at Hong Feifan.

He didn't see Li Zhengnan come out with him, and immediately realized that something was wrong.

Hong Feifan did not stop and continued to walk forward.

"Stop immediately, or I'll shoot!" Chen Suibian warned Hong Feifan.

"Ahh

Suddenly, there were screams of pain.

Of course, the person who screamed in pain was not Hong Feifan, but Chen Suibian.

Before Chen could shoot, a coin hit his wrist holding the gun, and his freshly raised pistol fell to the ground.

As soon as Chen Suibian's screams of pain fell, Hong Feifan was already in front of his eyes, and his right hand quickly clasped his neck and steadily caught the fallen pistol.

Chen Suibian screamed "ah" again.

Hong Feifan didn't talk to him, his right hand was released, and before Chen Suibian could catch his breath, his right hand swam to the back of his neck and slammed down, knocking him unconscious.

Hong Feifan didn't want to have a grudge with Long Ce's group, and he didn't plan to take his life, after all, he was not the main culprit.

Although there were no surveillance cameras in the torture room, surveillance cameras were installed in the corridor, and Hong Feifan's knockdown of Chen Suibian was seen by the people in the monitoring room.

A rapid siren sounded.

Hong Feifan knew that he had alarmed everyone in this place, he held the pistol that fell from Chen Suibian's hand and strode towards the exit.

When Hong Feifan came out of the underground corridor, there were already eight heavily armed men standing in front of him, eight black guns pointed at him.

"Throw away the weapon in your hand, raise your hand, turn around and lie against the wall!" the man in charge ordered.

"Just the eight of you?" Hong Feifan said disdainfully.

"Don't talk nonsense, throw away your weapon right away, raise your hands and turn around and lie down against the wall, or shoot!" stressed the man at the head.

"OK! Don't shoot, I'll surrender!"

Hong Feifan said as he threw away the pistol in his hand. Then he turned around unhurriedly and leaned his hands on the wall.

The man in the lead made a gesture, and two men put down their guns, walked over and pressed Hong Feifan's arm.

Others saw that Hong Feifan was under control, and let down their vigilance, and some even put their guns down.

Just when the two men who held down Hong Feifan's arm were about to twist Hong Feifan's hand behind his back and cuff him, Hong Feifan suddenly attacked. His body flipped abruptly, easily breaking free of the two men who had grabbed his arms, and then swung his right fist into the nose of the man standing to his left.

The man standing to Hong Feifan's left had a collapsed nose, nosebleeds spurting, and staggered back a few steps in pain.

At the same time, Hong Feifan's right leg was raised, and his knee was violently pushed up, hitting the abdomen of the man standing to his right.

The man standing to the right of Hong Feifan screamed in pain, her body bent, and her hands instinctively covered the sore spots.

All this happened only in the breathing room, and the others didn't have time to react.

When they reacted, they were about to raise their guns to aim at Hong Feifan, when they suddenly felt a sword flower flash in front of them.

I don't know when, Hong Feifan has an extra sword in his hand.

A soft sword that is extremely sharp and glows with cold light.

It is a belt sword with a total length of about 90 cm, a blade length of 80 cm, a blade width of 3 cm, and a handle length of 10 cm.

This sword can be bent 360 degrees, usually inserted in the belt made of special materials by Hong Feifan, pinned to the waist in the form of a belt, and can be restored to its original shape after being withdrawn, so it is called a belt sword.

It can easily cut the ligaments in the blood vessels and joints, and it can be swung like a whip with great speed. Even if you miss a hit, you can quickly make a blow as long as you shake it, making people unguardable, and the soft sword hurts people by cutting the carotid artery, so the lethality of the soft sword is very strong.

The sword was as soft as wicker, but it was very sharp and tough, and the hilt was used as a belt buckle, so no one could find it unless you looked closely, and it was easy and convenient to use.

Hong Feifan shook the belt sword he pulled out in the air, and the sword rattled, as if it did not have the hardness of the waist rod, and it was not straight in the air. He secretly controlled the sword, and suddenly the soft sword became straight in his hand, just like an ordinary sword.

Hong Feifan's body swept up like lightning, and he waved the belt sword in his hand, shaking out a sword flower, and there was a little cold light hidden in the sword flower, stabbing at the arm, wrist, or leg and foot of the other six men who were loaded with guns.

Hong Feifan deliberately did not stab at the opponent's vital parts, obviously showing mercy to his subordinates.

The sword flower is as fast as lightning, and the sword moves are peculiar, which is impossible to guard against at all.

"Ah......h

Several screams of pain sounded at the same time, and the six men who didn't have time to shoot were either stabbed in the arm by the sword in Hong Feifan's hand, or cut their wrists, legs and feet by the sword in Hong Feifan's hand.

After Hong Feifan stabbed and scratched them, he didn't stop, his body swept up again, and he swung out a sword flower. Each sword strikes the opponent's arm, wrist or thigh again.

He just made it impossible for the opponent to raise his gun and lose the ability to fight, and he did not intend to take the opponent's life. Otherwise, these people would have died long ago.