Chu Zihang was not in a hurry to enter, although Caesar looked precarious, but with his understanding of this old opponent, the other party was not the type to fall so easily.

Moreover, he could see that the other party had already used the spirit of words: the scythe.

The spirit of the Wind King allowed Caesar to dodge deadly attacks and then push the attacker back with a backhand.

"The school rules stipulate that you can't use words and spirits on ordinary humans." Chu Zihang whispered.

"I'll die if you don't need me!" Caesar roared.

The sickle flew in the air, and he spotted Chu Zihang's figure earlier than Lu Mingfei, but there were too many people around, the machete in the hands of the rampant clan in the vicinity reflected the cold light, and the person holding the short-barreled shotgun in the distance mechanically reloaded and fired, and he didn't even care if it hit his companion.

"Hurry up and help! You're in charge of beating people, and I'm in charge of writing reports! Dodging another deer bullet, Caesar's back was inevitably slashed by a blade, and by the light that came through the doorway, the blood bloomed in mid-air, crystal clear like rubies.

"Get out of the way!" Chu Zihang was originally an embryo killer, and since someone helped him take the blame, he naturally would not hesitate.

Then the sound of ancient chants echoed through the hall, like the ringing of ancient bells.

The air heated up instantly, the light was like a sunrise, the crimson wall was pushed over and covered these rioters, the temperature around them rose to five or six hundred degrees in an instant, the rioters felt as if they could smell the smell of meat in an instant, and the hot air entered their bodies, making them lose their combat effectiveness in an instant.

Caesar dodged early and retreated into the first hallway.

Spirit: Jun Yan.

Chu Zihang controlled this dangerous spirit and let it break out in the most conservative way, with an instant high temperature, but it was not to the point of killing, and the surface of the rioters was severely burned, and their guns and machetes were thrown to the ground.

The man who had done all this calmly walked over the mob who were rolling on the ground in pain.

"Why are you making such a big fuss?" The man's tone was still flat: "I saw the wanted warrants for the three of us outside, if I guessed correctly, now the Neon Division and the Metropolitan Police Department are looking for us." ”

"There are no neon divisions anymore!" Caesar took off his shirt to reveal a muscular figure, and he didn't have the flirtatious fetish of flirting in such a situation - although his two chest muscles protruded like the two headlights of a top-of-the-line sports car.

He tore his shirt into strips of cloth, roughly bandaged the wounds on his body, and said quickly, "We'll talk about the specific situation later, we need to get out of here now." ”

The braking of the sports car continued to sound, and more rioters rushed over, and the four-story house was surrounded by countless enemies, like an island in the stormy seas.

"Can't get out!" Lu Mingfei shouted at the door: "Are the neon people crazy? ”

Countless headlights were aimed at the hall, making it like a stage where everyone was watching, and Lu Mingfei heard the sound of bullets loading, not the abrupt rhythm of a short-barreled shotgun, but more crisp, as if it was an order before killing.

His expression was filled with horror for a moment, and the muzzles of countless black holes were aimed at the hall, these mobs had no intention of rushing in at all, but were ready to cover this place directly with firepower, tearing all the lives inside.

"Get down!" Caesar was the first to realize this, and desperately rushed towards Lu Mingfei, he had a reason to do so, as the boss, he believed in always being the first, if in ancient times, he must have been the type to charge with soldiers, instead of sitting in the rear and watching the soldiers bleed.

He would not allow his younger brother to die before him.

Lu Mingfei seemed to be imprisoned at this time, his brain had already reacted to what was happening, but his body couldn't keep up, if it was in the game, he could control the keyboard briskly, no matter what kind of emergency he could easily resolve, but reality was not a game, there was no keyboard in front of him.

He seemed to be able to see Huang Tongtong's bullets piercing the air with flames, and with such a density of shots, he would be beaten into a honeycomb in an instant.

"It's too late—"

Caesar's heart sank to the bottom, he was fast, but not as fast as a bullet, in this case, unless it was the words of Principal Ange: time zero, it was possible to save the boy who was still standing stupidly in place at this time.

The only thing Lu Mingfei could do was close his eyes.

The sound of gunfire finally reached his ears, and he could feel the bullets whizzing past him, driving a burning breath.

There was no imaginary pain, Lu Mingfei remembered the biological knowledge he had learned before, probably because his spine was interrupted for the first time, and the pain sensation had no chance to be transmitted to the brain and then fed back.

It's okay, although it's a bit embarrassing, but he has to say that he is really afraid of pain.

The gunfire finally stopped, and there was not a single complete instrument in the hall, and the cheers of the mobs could be heard, as if they had experienced a beautiful fireworks display, and the aftertaste of the fireworks made them look crazy.

"It's disappointing."

A voice came from in front of him, very close.

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes in a trance and saw a man standing in front of him, his eyes looking down on him condescendingly.

"I thought you were just looking like a wastewood, but I didn't expect you to be even more wastewood than I thought."

Is that the dragon?

Lu Mingfei reacted at this time, why didn't he feel pain, because he was not shot at all.

The bullet seemed to have an eye and dodged him.

No, it's not.

He lowered his head and saw that behind the other party, countless Huang Tongtong's warheads were flattened like iron sheets, scattered all over the ground.

The dragon stood in front of him with its body, and its guns were as weak to him as a child's slingshot.

"Big ...... Big guy? Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, not knowing what to say to express the complex thoughts in his heart now.

Saved by the dragons?

Although the other party's tone was very polite, he never denied it about waste wood or something.

"Tsk." Wu Xingzhi turned around boredly and faced the rampers outside the hall who were caught in a carnival: "So, I hate being a nanny the most." ”

Lu Mingfei noticed the other party's back, the black leather coat from the rampant clan did not even have a trace of being shot.

Click, click-

Leather shoes stepped on the ground, making a crisp sound, and the man slowly walked out of the hall, standing in the gate, illuminated by the headlights of countless cars.

The cheers died down, and the mobs seemed to be choked by their throats.

Obviously surrounded by countless people, the man seemed to surround everyone by himself, and the violent momentum made the rioters wake up from their extremely high emotions, and they couldn't help but turn the gun and aim it at the figure at the door.

The figure opens its arms, as if it were the opening of a play.

"Scumbags, it's time for the house."

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