When Shui Yuerou and He Yang rushed to Wang Luoshan's house, no one was found.
Judging from his suspicion of Mu Feng and Wang Meng's reaction, Mu Feng was the one who killed Duan Hu and was also the one who used his body to block the attack.
Shui Yuerou doesn't care whether Duan Hu dies or not.
He's just a gangster, and it's only a matter of time before he dies.[
But this man named Mu Feng was able to block the child with his body and squeeze his head out of shape. This was a big problem.
As the head of the Gyeongnam City Yinlongwei Office, how could Shui Yuerou let such a person run rampant?
The Hidden Dragon Guard is China's secret force and a solid line of defense against the outside world. People like Mu Feng who have surpassed human limits will never be allowed to mess around. Moreover, this person's background is blank, which makes her feel that the matter is serious.
sex.
She didn't know if he was an enemy, but he was definitely not a friend.
"It seems that someone arrived before us." After checking the room, there were no signs of fighting, but there were signs of invasion.
"Boss, what should we do? We don't know where he is now. I think it's better to get off work." He Yang sat down on the sofa and said lazily.
Shui Yuerou glared at He Yang, "You have a good idea, work for me, otherwise go back to Kyoto."
"Okay, okay, I have no conscience at all. After all, I am also a cousin." He Yang muttered.
Shui Yuerou was very polite. If He Yang hadn't been her cousin, she would have kicked him back to Kyoto long ago. This kid is used to being lazy all day long. If he doesn't get some pressure, he really doesn't know how high the sky is.
Didi didi!
Suddenly, Shui Yuerou's hand rang several times.
After answering the phone, Shui Yuerou's expression became solemn, and she pinched He Yang's ear and said, "Get up and get to work."
"Hey, it hurts, it hurts, my good sister, I was wrong."
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"Are you going to avenge the Nine Guns? Let them go, this matter has nothing to do with them."
The short man sighed and shook the saber in his hand, "I'm sorry, I think you haven't understood the current situation yet. It's not up to you."
Contempt, there is no other word to describe it except contempt for Mu Feng.
There is indeed a big difference between these eight people and Jiu Qiang. If it were Jiu Qiang, even if it was to avenge his brothers, he would choose an upright fight, but these eight people regarded the two women as threats, which made Mu Feng despise him at the same time.
He also had murderous intentions.
If he can't even protect his own woman, he doesn't deserve the title of Ghost Emperor.[
Mu Feng glanced at the two women with tears in their eyes and said calmly, "I didn't want to kill anyone. It was you who chose your own death, so don't blame me."
"Hmph, then let me see who you really are."
Moved, the short man moved!
The saber in his hand quickly flipped a few times, and he rushed in front of Mu Feng in a few lunges, with a perfect combination of movement, speed, and technique.
This person is very powerful, his sword skills are definitely better than those of Nine Spears.
You know, it is not difficult to use daggers and daggers freely, but this person can also use the saber so smoothly. This is not something ordinary people can do.
"Look at the knife."
The saber slashed at him like a flowing stream, with the power and speed of each sword reaching its extreme. As soon as this sword arrived, it suddenly changed its trajectory, and the next sword followed closely.
clang clang clang clang!
The continuous chopping of discarded metal caused sporadic sparks to fly.
"There are still a few moments." The short man grinned, as if he had found a plaything, "Don't hide if you can, and fight me openly."
The opponent's movements were fast, and Mu Feng's movements were even faster.
He dodged the continuous attacks and said disdainfully, "Above and aboveboard? I said, you are not worthy."
"court death!"
The short man suddenly kicked the ground with his feet, holding a knife in his right hand, and pulled out a dagger with his left hand at an extremely fast speed. The coordination of the two knives was perfect.
Bang!
After dodging the attack of the two swords, Mu Feng stepped aside, raised his fist and punched the side of the saber hard, knocking the sword in the short man's hand to the ground.
The knife was knocked off.
The short man looked at Mu Feng in shock, and the other seven people watching the excitement also showed surprise in their eyes, because the saber on the ground had deformed, and the sword was not broken, but a faint fist was left behind.
"It's a tough idea, Sixth, let me do it." The fat man laughed and walked out, taking out a heavy ax from behind.
"Go away, I didn't lose." The short man roared, and his speed became faster than before.
The short sword in his hand turned a few times, followed by a series of fierce attacks.[
Seeing that Mu Feng had not yet responded, the short man showed a proud smile and stabbed his heart violently with the dagger in his hand.
However, when the dagger was stabbed, no substantial obstruction was felt, and no blood spurted out. The figure that was stabbed faintly disappeared, and finally turned into nothing.
It's a shadow, an afterimage.
The faces of the short man and the other seven people suddenly changed.
How fast can a person leave an afterimage?
At this moment, each of them understood that this person's ability to kill Nine Guns was not due to opportunism, but because of his strength.
This person's strength is beyond their imagination!
"If you've had enough fun, die if you've had enough fun."
Mufeng's pupils tightened, and a cold aura spread quickly. The figure appeared out of thin air next to the short man, reached out his hand, and locked his neck with lightning speed.
"You can't possibly be so fast."
"Nothing is impossible. Among the powerful people in this world, you can only be considered second-rate." Mu Feng said calmly, his fingers closing like a tiger's mouth slowly.
"Ahhhh." A deep voice came from the short man's throat. He finally understood that the other party was just playing tricks on him. If he had started from the beginning, he would have become a corpse.
"Old Six!" The fat man's whole body trembled crazily, and he swung the ax in his hand and struck at him.
Mufeng stepped aside, broke the short man's neck with a click, and threw him to the ground.
He turned around and held the ax that was coming with one hand, and gave it a strong claw. The ax in the fat man's hand was like a toy, and it broke into several pieces with no chance of being hit.
"Fuck!" The fat man's reaction was also dissatisfied. At the same time as the ax broke, a huge fist hit him.
"You should die too."
Mufeng grabbed the fat man's hand and punched dozens of times in succession, hitting his fat belly. Each punch was accompanied by a burst of force. At the same time, each punch also caused the fat man to spill out a mouthful of blood.
It was not difficult to kill him. Mufeng wanted to vent his anger. The death of the short man was already a big deal for him, and the remaining seven people would not make it easy for them.
bump!
With the last punch, the fat man weighing three hundred kilograms was thrown into the air. Mu Feng jumped into the air and hit him on the waist with his knee.
Click!
boom!
The fat man hit the ground hard, his whole body twitching, and blood kept coming out of his mouth, and it was bubbling.