In an instant, Amao felt the threat of death.

The cold light was even more fierce than a bullet, which made Ah Mao feel that he had no choice but to stand there obediently and wait for death.

Cold sweat immediately spread all over my body.

"Dark Group!" These two words flashed through Amao's mind. He finally completely believed that Young Master Zhang and the old guy Long Qiansun had always been on guard against him.

Buzz!

A slight metal tremor sound came, and the cold light that shot towards Amao stopped in front of Amao's forehead. A strand of hair fell in the air, which was the hair cut off by the cold light.

One inch, only one inch away, Amao will die on the spot.

At this time, Ah Mao saw clearly that the cold light was actually a short and concise flying knife! The flying knife was shiny, sharp, and exuded a chilling murderous aura on it. It was something more terrifying than a bullet.

But at this moment, there were two more fingers on the flying knife, Mr. Zhang’s finger!

The hall became silent, and everyone's breathing was so heavy that no one expected that an ordinary fiftieth birthday would evolve to such a level of mutual murder.

"I originally thought I was enough to value you, but I didn't expect that I would underestimate you." Long Qiansun's pupils suddenly shrank, his face became even more serious, and he stared at Mr. Zhang without blinking.

"Long Qiansun, if you don't show your trump card, you will never have a chance." Zhang Dashen said softly, his wrist trembled, and the flying knife slammed on the ground, resounding throughout the audience.

"Long Qiansun, I'll kill you!" A roar broke the silence in the hall. A Mao, who came to his senses, looked murderous and roared with a gun at Long Qiansun.

It was this old guy who almost killed himself, and A Mao would never let him go.

At this moment, the man in uniform changed his face and waved his pistol to stop Amao. Several tight and rapid gunfire sounded in the hall.

The gunshots came and went quickly, and the hall became quiet again, leaving only the strong-armed man and several other people who fell to the ground.

Ah Mao lay on the ground and was shot in the chest. He kept bleeding. He seemed to be venting more and inhaling less, so he couldn't do it.

"Save, save me." A Mao stretched out his bloody hand and pulled Zhang Da Shao's trouser legs.

Young Master Zhang has no sympathy for such ungrateful people, and he will die if he dies, but it is still useful for Young Master Zhang to leave Ah Mao now.

After a moment of stunned silence, Zhang Dashao leaned over and tapped three times around Amao's wound. Amao's bloody wound stopped instantly.

"You go down first, there is nothing to do with you here." Mr. Zhang casually ordered.

Feeling that his fatal injury was cured by Young Master Zhang in a few moments, Ah Mao became more and more afraid of Young Master Zhang and more glad that he made the right decision. This young man is so amazing that he must not be an enemy.

Long Qiansun did not take a look at A Mao's retreat. At this moment, Young Master Zhang was his greatest enemy of life and death.

"Kill him!" Long Qiansun pointed at Mr. Zhang and spoke coldly.

Whoosh!

A flying knife shot silently at Zhang Dashou's forehead. Zhang Dashou clamped his two fingers with his face full of contempt: "It's far from enough to deal with me with this trick of worms!"

Before he finished speaking, he bounced his fingers and a cold light suddenly shot up, with a muffled groan. Needless to say, the person who attacked Mr. Zhang was already hit.

Mr. Zhang's move surprised the members of the dark group hiding in the dark. They immediately decided to kill Mr. Zhang at all costs, even if they exposed their power.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

At that moment, the sound of breaking through the air sounded one after another, and three killers in black jumped off from the second floor at the same time.

The three of them stood there and felt a sense of shock, especially those eyes, which were like the eyes of hungry wolves, ruthless and indifferent, but more of them were bloodthirsty.

These are three terrible people.

After the three of them appeared, they just nodded to Long Qiansun, then ignored Long Qiansun, strode towards Zhang Dashen, stopped twenty or thirty meters beside Zhang Dashen, flipped his wrist and three shiny flying knives in his hand.

The feeling of the people in the hall is indescribable. Until now, they realized that there were such powerful people hidden under Long Qiansun's hands. It seems that this old thing is still old and still.

Master Zhang didn't pay much attention to these three people, and didn't even look at them. He carried his hands on his back and said, "You three are far from enough! If you don't want to die, come from wherever you go."

Arrogance, unbearable arrogance! Even the cold-blooded dark group could not help but get angry at this moment.

"Kill you, I'm just enough!" Among the three members of the Dark Group, there was a man with a hot temper. He roared and the flying knife in his hand shot towards Mr. Zhang's vest.

In his opinion, this young man was at the same level as the members of the Dark Group. The reason why he injured someone in an instant was that he was unexpected and no one expected that he had such skills.

He was a little dissatisfied with the people like the head sect who came down.

"Die, arrogant boy." The hot man licked his tongue, grinned and smiled, and the scar on his face looked even more ferocious.

But the next moment, the hot man's smiling face froze instantly.

I saw that Young Master Zhang seemed to have eyes on his back, stretched his right hand back, and the flying knife he shot at disappeared strangely!

That's right, it disappeared, just like it evaporated instantly in Zhang Dashao's hand.

At that moment, Young Master Zhang put the flying knife into the ring, and it was impossible for anyone to notice the mystery.

"You are seeking death by yourself, don't blame me." Young Master Zhang turned around and shook his hand at the hot man. A cold light flashed. The flying knife that had disappeared inexplicably appeared like a ghost again, shooting at the hot man at a speed several times faster than before.

"laugh."

With a light sound, the hot man looked at the flying knife inserted into his thigh in disbelief, slowly retreating with shock and reluctance.

All the members of the Dark Group were shocked. It seemed that they still underestimated this young man!

"Do it!"

Someone of the remaining two shouted, and two flying knives came from different directions.

Young Master Zhang also waved his hand, and the two flying knives disappeared silently again. Everyone present had a dull face.

"This is incredible!"

In a room on the second floor, a red-haired young man about 23 or 24 years old was staring at the surveillance in front of him. In the surveillance, it was a confrontation between Mr. Zhang and four members of the secret group.

However, the red-haired young man's face was not as nervous or panic as other members of the dark group. He had only doubts and confusion, and at the same time, he was also interested.

"How did he do it when he hid the flying knife in an instant?" The red-haired young man kept touching his nose. This was a subconscious action every time he fell into deep thought. "What an interesting guy."

At this time, Young Master Zhang in the surveillance suddenly raised his head and said, "If you don't show up, I will kill all of you."
Chapter completed!