Guo Zixuan only felt a scorching air flow rushing towards his face, and the fire blade hovered only a few centimeters away from his skin, and the blazing sensation that was close at hand made him feel as if he was in a sea of fire. Although the fire blade didn't hurt him, the heat it emitted made his fear hover around his chest like a viper.

He frowned, but there was no way to escape, he could only look at Ye Ning opposite through sweat and fear in the firelight. His body trembled involuntarily, like a thin candle swaying in the wind under the pressure of fear.

At this time, Ye Ning outside the door waved his finger slightly, and the golden flame in front of the door burned the wooden door to ashes. The flames danced on the wooden door, like a group of wild elves, and in an instant, the wooden door turned into flying ashes.

The door was burned by the flames, and the darkness around it was filled with golden flame light, and Ye Ning's face was also exposed under the firelight. There was banter in his eyes, and he seemed to have foreseen Guo Zixuan's fear.

Ye Ning waved his hand again, and the fire blade in front of Guo Zixuan instantly dispersed, turning into several small flames around Guo Zixuan. The flames jumped, scorching and burning, like beasts in an iron cage, and although the immediate threat had been removed, they remained vigilant, ready to attack again.

The flames danced around Guo Zixuan, like a carnival elf. He frowned, feeling the intense heat of the flames, the muscles on his face tensed, and he swallowed dry saliva. He could feel the corners of his clothes start to burn, the burning sensation beating through his nerves.

However, looking at the extremely powerful Ye Ning in front of him, the fear in Guo Zixuan's heart was replaced by a hint of relief. In this world, there has never been fairness, the weak are always the prey, and the strong are qualified to choose the way to survive. At this time, he did seem unstoppable in front of the powerful Ye Ning, but at least he still had his own choice.

Guo Zixuan's eyes gradually became firm, he looked directly at Ye Ning, the fear on his face had disappeared, and was replaced by a calm look. His voice was faint, but it was a little arrogant: "I know why you came. Someone seems to have leaked the news, and the leader is moving faster than I thought. ”

At this time, Guo Zixuan actually smiled, his face was relaxed, and he said fearlessly: "However, I'm not afraid of you!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to freeze. The flames were jumping, and Guo Zixuan's words were as hard as steel, making all doubts and fears meaningless. In the face of the powerful Ye Ning, he still maintained his thoughts and attitude.

Ye Ning's mind moved, and around Guo Zixuan, the flames surrounding him burned more vigorously, and several flames were connected to each other, forming a ring of fire, exuding an even hotter temperature.

The enlarged ring of fire trapped Guo Zixuan in it, and the golden flames danced wantonly like a living beast, and the continuously rising temperature turned the surrounding air hot. Guo Zixuan's sweat fell like raindrops, but his gaze was still resolute and without the slightest fear.

Ye Ning stood outside the ring of fire, looking at Guo Zixuan, who was like a lone wolf in front of him, his cold and ruthless eyes flashed with approval, and he couldn't help but praise: "I'm not afraid of this, I have the guts!" ”

After Ye Ning finished speaking, Guo Zixuan took a deep breath, took out a dagger from his pocket, his eyes flashed with determination, he waved the dagger vigorously, and shouted in a loud voice: "Cutting off people's wealth is like killing parents!" Ruining people's futures is even more heinous! Yu Xuanao must die! ”

His words were filled with anger and determination, and he gripped his dagger like a tiger descending from a mountain, fearlessly rushing towards the ring of fire. However, he seemed to underestimate the power of the golden flames, each flame carrying a sharp power, ruthlessly slicing through his body the moment he moved forward.

His body was easily torn in two like pieces of paper, and his flesh steamed and turned to ashes. All that remained was the polished dagger, which fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The voice was extinguished in the firelight, like a hymn mixed with tragedy and helplessness.

Seeing Guo Zixuan's ashes silently disperse on the ground, Ye Ning withdrew the golden flames dancing around him, his eyes fell on the ownerless dagger on the ground, and he couldn't help but feel a complicated emotion in his heart.

Guo Zixuan's eyes, his stubbornness, his determination, and even his death all made Ye Ning have a trace of respect for this stranger. A person who is so determined, would rather die than give in, even if he goes to death, he will regard death as home, that kind of spirit, I am afraid that not everyone can do it.

However, Guo Zixuan's words before his death made Ye Ning wonder. Cut off people's financial routes and ruin people's futures...... This, what did Yu Xuanao do to make Guo Zixuan so resentful? He himself was also trying to eliminate trouble for Yu Xuanao, but he never thought that the person he served might not be what he realized.

Ye Ning frowned slightly, and the question in his heart was like a quagmire, falling deeper and deeper. He could only take this doubt and emotion, and froze in place.

At this time, Yu Xuanao didn't know what Ye Ning was thinking, and he sent a message again: "Zeng Zhihao said that they will meet at the underground parking lot of the Huadu Hotel around the Swallowing Heaven Hall at 10 o'clock tonight. It's not too early, you go directly there to guard Zhao Yuhang. ”

Ye Ning thought about it for a while, and went to the parking lot first. When the time comes, suppress Zhao Yuhang, interrogate carefully, and ask what Xuan Ao has done, and then make a decision.

In the dark skin, the silver crescent moon gently embraces, polishing the sky into a hanging mirror. The hustle and bustle of the city is like a stage that never ends, blooming with colorful brilliance in the night at ten o'clock in the evening. Although the bright neon sign gave people a shallow joy, however, it could not hide the tension on Zhao Yuhang's shoulders.

He carried a huge backpack that bulged like a hill, making his figure look dignified. The backpack was filled with neat ammunition, each metal casing striking the other, making a flat, tense thudding sound. However, these sounds are drowned out by the dense flow of people under the neon of the city, disappearing into the cacophony of sounds.

Zhao Yuhang walked briskly through the crowd, his expression was solemn, a little anxious, a little nervous. His eyes scanned around him warily, every face that passed, everyone who might have glimpsed his true purpose. His heartbeat was like a war drum, accelerating with each step, but also more steady. He knew he couldn't panic because tonight he was going to change his fate.

The passers-by hurriedly walked by him, they were immersed in their own world, and no one realized the weight behind Zhao Yuhang. They didn't know anything about Zhao Yuhang's goal, they just walked hurriedly in the night, laughing enthusiastically, as if in stark contrast to the pressure on him.

The underground parking lot of Huadu Hotel is a deep and endless darkness. Flickering fluorescent lights hung sporadically from the high ceiling, striking several erratic beams that illuminated the condensed air. Those dim lights, like fireflies changing in the night, add a deeper mystery to this already mysterious space.

In this underground garage, which seemed to be soaked in what seemed to be a fire, and was full of burnt smell, Zhao Yuhang carried the huge backpack on his back, like a lonely stalker. Only the sound of his breathing and his rapid, low heartbeat echoed through this silent space. Under the fluorescent light, he frowned and strode forward, each step carrying a heavy pressure, tiny stones crushing under his feet, making a rustling sound.

It was ten o'clock that I had made an appointment in advance, but it was already past ten o'clock at this moment. But none of the others showed up, which made Zhao Yuhang feel a strong sense of strangeness. He took out the pistol in his hand and held it tightly, feeling a touch of comfort coming from the cold metal. He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, mustered up his courage, and began to move slowly, exploring this eerie environment.

His expression seemed to be tightened, and his eyes flashed with a cold light, as if he was ready to face unknown dangers at any time. He didn't dare make a sound, but walked cautiously, nervously and vigilantly scanning every corner around him.

Zhao Yuhang's every step seemed so cautious, as quiet as an owl on a cold night, every movement was full of vigilance and preparation, waiting for a possible assault. In this gloomy, thrilling, and weird underground garage, every minute and every second of Zhao Yuhang was filled with a sense of weirdness, which made him sweat coldly on his forehead.

In this silent darkness, Zhao Yuhang felt the tension of every nerve in his body. The smell of burnt food filled the air, like the afterglow of a fire, and the smoke filled it, as if it was touching the fear in his heart. It made his heart beat faster, as if it wanted to jump out of his throat.

Everything around is suffocatingly quiet, and only the occasional flickering light can break the dead silence. Maybe he was too nervous, Zhao Yuhang began to be unable to distinguish between reality and hallucination, he always felt that he could hear faint footsteps from all directions, the sound was vague and indifferent, but he couldn't determine the direction, like a ghost in the fog, disappearing from time to time.

The voice was like a shadow behind him, whispering in his ear and haunting in his heart. His body stiffened, and his ears seemed to become more sensitive, catching the tiny sounds of the movement of air. Gradually, he could feel the footsteps getting closer and closer, and the fear in his heart echoed with it, as if he was being pulled by an invisible rope, and he became more and more nervous.

At this moment, a deep, but very flat voice suddenly sounded behind him. The voice was unhurried, slow but not hurried: "You're here?" ”

The sound was as sudden as an iceberg hitting a steel plate, making the muscles of Zhao Yuhang's whole body tense due to the sudden fright.