The other big man was about to swing his fist, but he had already been hit in the heart, and the whole person flew out like a kite off the string, and stumbled on a landing vase a few meters away.

With a "bang", the vase shattered.

The vase fell to the ground and shattered, but the big man covered his heart and barely stood still.

The intruder did not stop, and a lunge stabbed from the spot, flew up with his right foot, and kicked at the big man who was staring at his head and had not yet fallen to the ground.

The big man had just stood firm, and he didn't have time to fight back, and the whole person was kicked away, hit the wall two meters away, and then slid to the ground, his head drooping, and he looked like he had fainted.

All this happens only between breaths. The two big men didn't even see the appearance of their opponents clearly, and they fell.

The brown-skinned man was stunned for a moment, but he reacted quickly, he threw away the cigar in his hand, reached for his waist, and quickly pulled out the pistol at his waist.

The intruder's eyes were quick, his right hand raised, and a hidden weapon that looked like a copper coin dart was shot at the wrist of the brown-skinned man who was about to raise his gun.

The brown-skinned man let out a low cry of pain, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

Holding back the pain in his wrist, he grabbed the glass ashtray from the coffee table with his other hand and threw it at the intruder, buying himself time and bending down to pick up the pistol on the ground.

However, the intruder easily avoided the glass ashtray thrown at him, jumped up, leaned against the tabletop, and slid over. His feet were like a whirlwind, cross-kicking each other.

The brown-skinned man was then hit on all four feet and fell backwards.

The intruder kicked the pistol off the ground and stared coldly down at the man with black thick-rimmed glasses lying on his back with a painful expression.

A man with brown skin would not be able to give in so easily, and just as he was about to draw his dagger, the intruder stepped directly on the belly of the man with brown skin.

The brown-skinned man screamed "ahh

The intruder's foot retracted, and then stepped on it again. The force of the step is much less, but the place where I step on it is the neck of a man with brown skin.

The man with brown skin did not dare to move anymore, revealing a look of horror and surprise.

He was terrified that as long as the other party exerted force, his neck would be trampled off, and to his surprise, the other party instantly knocked down his subordinates and himself, and he did not even have a chance to resist.

"You...... Who are you?" The brown-skinned man tried to keep himself calm.

"A man who can kill you at any moment!" said the intruder unhurriedly.

He spoke in a calm tone, but it sounded like a chill down his spine.

The face of the brown-skinned man changed, and he didn't dare to make a noise. An old man like him can clearly see that the other party is not a simple character.

The intruder moved his feet away, bent abruptly, and grabbed the brown-skinned man by the collar with both hands, lifting him up.

The man with brown skin suddenly caught a glimpse of the man's left hand wearing a ring that looked like gold but not gold, silver but not silver, copper and not copper, iron and not iron, with some special words and symbols on it.

That's right, the intruder was none other than Hong Feifan.

The face of the man with brown skin changed greatly: "You...... You're the king of the sword......"

"Do you know me?" said Hong Feifan.

"I've heard of it. The brown-skinned man was a little frightened.

"Can you recognize my identity if you've heard of it?" Hong Feifan said suspiciously.

"Because of the ring you wore on your left hand. I've heard people mention that in the mercenary world, there is a man known as the 'Blade of the Soldier' who wears one of these rings. Said the man with brown skin

"Sword Blade" was originally the code name given to Hong Feifan by the "Divine Sword Corps", but gradually "Sword Blade of the King of Soldiers" became a compliment given to Hong Feifan by the killer world, mercenary world and some special organizations. Although his real name is unknown to many people, the "Sword of the Soldier King" is widely praised by the killer world, mercenary world and bodyguard world. Although many of them had never seen him, they had heard of him and knew that he was wearing a strange ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

"You've heard of me, and I've heard of you. Hong Feifan let go of his hand and continued, "Your surname is Zhao, your name is Xianchong, a native of Southeast Asia. is the leader of a group of killers known as 'The Raven'. ”

Zhao Xianchong frowned and wondered, "You know me?"

"I not only know you, but I also know the purpose of your appearance in Huaxia Flower City. Hong Feifan said lightly.

Zhao Xianchong's brows furrowed again, and he didn't answer.

"You're very smart, the police really wouldn't want to have a killer hiding in such a high-level place, let alone the leader of a killer organization. Hong Feifan continued.

What Hong Feifan said is not wrong, Zhao Xianchong is very smart, and he knows how to hide in such a place where professional elites can enter, so naturally it will not make people suspicious, and the police can't even think of it.

Zhao Xianchong looked at Hong Feifan and didn't speak, thinking about how to escape from here.

"Okay, I won't talk to you, tell me, who hired you to deal with Sima Mena?" Hong Feifan said with a grimace in his eyes.

Zhao Xianchong gritted his teeth and said: "Since you know my identity, you should understand that there are rules for the industry, and there are rules for the family." I won't betray a client, even if you kill me. ”

Hong Feifan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone became cold: "You really don't want to say it?"

Zhao Xianchong looked uncompromising, glared at Hong Feifan viciously, gritted his teeth, and said coldly: "You still kill me, don't think about taking anything out of my mouth." ”

Hong Feifan's eyes narrowed slightly, and said: "You also know my identity, naturally you have heard about me, and few of the enemies who fell into my hands were able to leave completely." ”

Zhao Xianchong's mouth was tightly closed, and his eyes were closed, looking like he was at home.

"You want to die, don't you? Okay, I'll fulfill you. ”

As soon as Hong Feifan's voice fell, his hands rose and fell, and he knocked Zhao Xianchong unconscious with lightning speed.

Hong Feifan put him on the sofa, picked up a coin on the ground and put it in his trouser pocket. It was this coin that hit Zhao Xianchong's wrist.

A small coin, in Hong Feifan's hands, has become a hidden weapon like a money dart. It can be seen that Hong Feifan's kung fu is more powerful than imagined.

Before the police arrived, Hong Feifan left the "Huacheng Club" with Zhaoxian on his shoulder. As for Zhao Xianchong's two subordinates who were knocked down, let the police clean it up. Anyway, they know very little, and Hong Feifan doesn't have to take them away.

Before Hong Feifan came, the people in the club never thought that in broad daylight, someone would dare to break in.

The security guards and staff of the club had already been knocked unconscious by Hong Feifan, and before Hong Feifan left, he took away today's surveillance video by the way, so as not to bring unnecessary trouble to himself.

Of course, those policemen were also deliberately notified by Hong Feifan.