"A soldier never tires of deceit. This is free fighting, not your martial arts performance."

He dropped a word and pulled Saint Ser up.

"What kind of martial arts are you using? Why can't I tell?" He was defeated in one move, and Shengsai was a little unconvinced.

"There is no distinction between high and low martial arts in the world. It all depends on the practitioner himself! It doesn't matter what martial arts you use. The martial arts that can defeat people is good martial arts."

Lin Hun threw out Huaxia Huo Yuanjia's famous saying. This sentence made the red-eyed rabbit suddenly stop his legs from flying in the air, and looked at Lin Huan blankly.

"Tang Long also said it!"

"Tang Long." Hearing Sheng Sai mention this legendary figure's name again, vague memories suddenly flashed through Lin Huan's mind.

The sound of "steel clang" and the sound of wooden piles breaking and falling to the ground attracted Lin Huan's attention. The red-eyed rabbit cut the wooden pile with a fatal blow with its scissor legs, and stared at Lin Hun blankly.

This name is so familiar that the tomahawk-style leg attack is spinning in my mind like a windmill.

With this spinning memory, Lin Hun could never fall asleep. Although he had gone through a day of training, his body was already exhausted.

Living in this underground training ground, Lin Huan didn't even have the slightest sense of security. After tossing and turning for a while, he still couldn't sleep. The disappearance of Qiandu Yunsha, Tang Long's figure, and the parting line of clear tears were always there.

appear in your own mind.

Without resting, Lin Hun simply put on his clothes and sat up.

Touching the door, although the door was very heavy, the simple door lock was of no use to Lin Hun.

Opening the door, breathing in the fresh air from the outside world, looking at the bustling city, and imagining the life of a junkie, Lin Hun's spirit was shaken.

Pulling on the hat on his clothes, Lin Hun slowly climbed upstairs along the sewer pipe. The lights were on on the 15th floor, which according to Lin Hun's memory, was where Yu Xun's office was.

"I circled him all over the place. It hurts me to death."

Lin Huan, who was originally looking proud, had just climbed up the sewer pipe, and the pain in his abdomen made him grin, like a little monkey who had eaten mustard. He only thought about the women writhing wildly in the feasting, and forgot that he wanted to

Fly over the eaves and walk over the wall, explore the tiger's den at night.

However, after the wound hurt for a while, it became a little numb. After sorting out the bleeding wound, Lin Huan was surprised to find that the wound was almost healed. When did his body become so strong, like a gecko, just a few days ago?

, it seems that Watanabe is right, people like himself can only recover quickly if they wander between life and death and tap their own potential to the deepest extent.

Looking up at the starry sky, Lin Hun could vaguely see a guy holding a gun on the roof, chewing gum, and the fifteen layers of ambiguous red lights revealed boundless warmth and lust, which made Lin Huan

Suddenly I felt a little distraught.

"Bah." It seemed that the **** in the room could be heard. The gun-toting bodyguard was a little annoyed. He spit out the chewing gum fiercely, took out the cigarette, lit it, and took a nice puff.

"Shit!" Lin Huan turned around hurriedly, avoiding the spit and chewing gum falling from the sky. With the help of the firelight, Lin Huan saw a face full of scars. This guy seemed to be immortal, and he happened to be standing at the location of the sewer pipe.

.

There was no other way, so Lin Hun could only stop on the tenth floor and did not dare to climb up the pipe again.

In the silence of the night, the sewer pipe made of stainless steel is no less impressive than the Jinghua drum. A sound will be amplified a hundred times. Not to mention a thug, even the cage can feel the vibration of the steel.

On a lonely night, those vigilante thugs were naturally full of resentment. Who knows, when they found out that Lin Hun was about to destroy their professional ethics, they would shoot him with hatred.

The helpless Lin Huan could only cross the window and come to the corner. He put his sleeves on his arms, legs and arms, and squirmed towards the roof like a big bean bug. Fortunately, it was late autumn, and the

He was injured, so Lin Hun had to wear more clothes, otherwise when he climbed to the top of the building, his legs and arms would be like a fish with scales removed, and it would be terrible to look at.

I finally climbed up to the top floor, stretched out my hand to grab the lightning rod on the edge of the building, leaned down, and looked into the house through the curtains.

A toned body was squirming on the body of a petite but plump woman. In Lin Huan's eyes, it was like a maggot in a latrine. Although he was dissatisfied, it did not stop Lin Huan from imagining himself as the body riding on it.

**, the charming little sweetheart was recalling the wonderful night she spent with the little nurse Hanako. Although the memory was a little fuzzy and a little broken, along with this scene, it did not affect Lin Huan's feelings in his fantasy at all.

Across the room, through the ajar door came the noise in the hall. Inside, people were drinking and drinking. It seemed that Yu Xun was holding an adult party. Through the light, Lin Hun could see the shadows of wine and glasses, as well as the white flowers.

** as snowy as cotton.

This place is basically a den of obscenity. Lin Hun thought so.

Looking around, Lin Hun was thinking about how to sneak in. He accidentally caught a glimpse of a reflection from the opposite side. This flash of light was something Lin Hun was all too familiar with, a sniper rifle.

Looking at the thugs holding guns above their heads, Lin Hun slowly climbed up to the top of the building. This building has a "concave"-shaped floor. I didn't expect that this assassin was so bold as to observe the owner under the noses of these thugs.

Have a party and assassinate the important people in it.

However, Lin Hun didn't care at all whether he killed someone or not. But feeling the murderous intention, a thought slowly emerged in his heart, Yu Xun must not die.

The whole idea seemed to be engraved in his soul, urging Lin Hun's body to slowly move closer to the peeping person.

"How could you have such an idea?"

Lin Hun was a little surprised and started a fierce ideological struggle in his mind. The thought of not coming made him a little angry. Yu Xun didn't have much contact with him at all, so why didn't he want him to die from the bottom of his heart?

Crouching down, Lin Hun almost crawled towards the peeper. He took a step and stopped half a step, fearing that the other party would be alert and turn the gun to shoot at him, the night shadow walker.

Viewed from a distance from behind, the peeper was lying on the edge of the rooftop wearing a dark, tight-fitting leather jacket, with an enhanced Bartley sniper rifle in his hand that was as powerful as the tight-fitting leather jacket.

A faint fragrance, as if it had transcended time and space, penetrated into Lin Hun's nose. It was such a familiar fragrance, it seemed like it had been known before, but it was unrecognizable.

This peeper must be a woman, because Lin Hun was downwind and could smell this faint fragrance.

Looking forward from behind the woman, Lin Hun vaguely noticed that there was a person tied up under the opposite window, and he was desperately pushing the curtains with his head.

Although he couldn't see the person clearly, Lin Hun felt that the person being tied up was a woman. Judging from her movements, she should be a little girl.

Lin Huan felt excited, that girl was probably Qiandu Yunsha.

"Bullshit agreement." Lin Huan muttered to himself and quietly moved forward again. If Qiandu Yunsha was really tied up here, then he absolutely could not let this peeper shoot and kill.

But when he moved less than 30 meters away from the peeper, Lin Huan suddenly discovered that the other party was missing. His heart suddenly rose to his throat.

This person is so weird. He suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes. This is not a good sign.

"Whoosh", before Lin Huan could react, a snow-white rope was silently tied to him.

Lin Hun felt a warning sign in his heart, and he rolled around to avoid the rope.

Before he could get up, a gust of fragrant wind hit him, and a plump body, with a dagger's cold light, rushed towards Lin Hun. This time was just right, as if Lin Hun himself rolled into the opponent's knife.
Chapter completed!