Can hatred for a person really endure to the point of death?

have no idea.

Maybe it can, maybe it can't.

But at least, Fatty Liu's hatred for Zhao Xiaohan has reached the point of never ending!

Either he dies or Zhao Xiaohan dies!

"There is a saying that I have said countless times."

Zhao Xiaohan shrugged and smiled, and took out a cigarette from his pocket casually. There was no trace of tension on his face, and his body exuded a faint laziness and feminine atmosphere. That aura, unlike his usual bookish aura, added a bit of evil charm!

"There are many people who want to kill me, but I still live well. I may die, but I will definitely not be killed by others!"

This sentence was still full of confidence, and of course, full of provocation. When he heard this sentence, Fatty Liu seemed to be angry all of a sudden. He pulled the trigger in his hand and fired the gun like crazy!

"Zhao Xiaohan, today, I must kill you!"

He roared and shot, but when he finished shooting a bullet, he realized that there was no Zhao Xiaohan's figure in front of him. He looked around for a few times, but still didn't see where Zhao Xiaohan was. It completely disappeared as if it had never appeared before.

"Where are people? Where are they? Zhao Xiaohan, don't you dare to come out? He hides his head and shrinks his tail, like a man, come out to fight me!"

Fatty Liu's voice roared hard in the room, but no one answered him. The younger brothers around him were also looking at each other. Why did a living person say that he would be gone?

When everyone was looking for Zhao Xiaohan, suddenly a voice sounded above their heads: "With your IQ, it's okay to not find me. I only know how to look at it below. No wonder I can't make a name for myself in my life!"

After the words came, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of them. However, this time, Zhao Xiaohan had a silver sword in his hand. When he saw Zhao Xiaohan appear, several people picked up the pistol without saying a word. After a "bang bang" gunshot, the gunshot suddenly stopped, and then a heart-wrenching wail sounded.

"Ah, my hand!"

"Why is my hand missing?"

"My hands hurt, ah, it hurts!"

When Fatty Liu turned around, the first thing he saw was that his hands were all cut off, blood flowing everywhere, and it was a terrible sight. When he raised his head, a silver sword suddenly appeared on his neck. In front of him, Zhao Xiaohan's evil smile appeared.

"Patient Liu, aren't you going to fight me?" Zhao Xiaohan laughed and waved his sword. He heard a "time" sound. A blood mark suddenly appeared on Fat Liu's neck. Then, he heard the scream of Fat Liu like a pig. Looking at Fat Liu shouting in front of him, Zhao Xiaohan laughed and said, "You have a gun in your hand, why don't you shoot? Are you going to tear me apart? Are you going to crush my bones and ashes? Take action!"

After the words came, a silver light flashed, and Fatty Liu's scream of killing pigs became much higher. This time, Fatty Liu knelt on the ground in pain. His hand holding the gun had fallen to the ground, and he was still holding the black pistol tightly!

"A year ago, Zhao Xiaohan did not kill you, which was his biggest mistake in his life. Today, why not let me make a break for him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xiaohan's eyes appeared in murderous intent, and a long sword in his hand moved, and a wisp of blood splattered everywhere. Fatty Liu's fat body suddenly fell into a pool of blood. Until his death, his eyes were not closed. He was still wondering, how did Zhao Xiaohan find this place?

"Want to leave?"

The moment Fatty Liu fell down, the few little brothers behind him who had broken hands ran in a hurry towards the door. Looking at the scene of their escape, Zhao Xiaohan smiled coldly, and suddenly said with an eyebrow: "Are you guys sure you want to escape?"

No one paid attention to him. Those little brothers were just escaping for life. There was only one idea in their minds, that is, are you waiting for death if you don’t run away?

However, what they did not expect was that when they opened the door, they were not greeted with the dawn of hope, but with cold guns.

In green camouflage uniforms, black muzzles, unified military rifles, outside the door, there were a whole row of soldiers standing, each with cold faces looking at the younger brothers who escaped from the room coldly. When they saw the scene in front of the door, the younger brothers were stunned. Without saying a word, they turned around and ran towards the room.

"Huh. Why are you back?"

Seeing a few people running back, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but sneered in the corner of his mouth: "Did the scene outside scare you? Haha, don't be afraid, the people outside came with me, and you only have one result. Go out, die, come in, or die, whose hands do you choose to die?"

"Mr. Zhao, we know we are wrong. Please, let us go, please..."

Before he could finish a sentence, Zhao Xiaohan had already stepped forward quickly, waved the sword in his hand, and a bloody color appeared. A blood mark appeared on the necks of several people. Immediately afterwards, the bodies of several people shook and fell into a pool of blood, with fear and incredibility on their faces.

"Let you go? Haha, I let you go, who will let Zhao Xiaohan go?"

...

...

Ten minutes later, the door was opened, and the body was covered with blood. When I saw the scene in front of me, a young man frowned and took out a white handkerchief. Looking at the bloody scene in the room, the young man frowned and coughed, "This is a vicious intentional murder case. The murderer escaped and notified the Public Security Bureau that our National Security Bureau took over this case."

"yes!"

The moment this sounded, the young man walked slowly to the window, opened the curtains, and vaguely saw a black figure in the distance through the moonlight and lights. At this time, he was standing there, with a cigarette in his hand, smoking bit by bit, and the figure stretched by the lights seemed a little lonely.

Looking at the black figure, the young man shook his head and smiled, turned around, and suddenly, his cell phone ringing. When he opened it, he saw a text message. Looking at the name with the words Zhao Xiaohan written on it, the young man smiled and opened the text message, and a few words slowly appeared on it.
Chapter completed!