Wang Gensheng has always been a troublesome figure for the killer organization in Beijing. If the organization can be recognized by the local government, Wang Gensheng will make the entire network wanted.
Unfortunately, they did not have this function and could only use gray means to punish Wang Gensheng.
Qing Ling would even consider it a gift from God to meet Wang Gensheng.
The scimitar in his hand was extremely swift, and it was in front of Wang Gensheng in a blink of an eye.
Everyone would think that Wang Gensheng would definitely use the broken knife in his hand to intercept Qing Ling's scimitar.
In this way, the scimitar will easily cut off the steel knife again and directly chop towards Wang Gensheng.
Wang Gensheng recognized at a glance that the scimitar in Qing Ling's hand was Liu Yefei's treasure, so naturally he did not dare to touch the egg against the stone.
He took two steps back to avoid Qing Ling's sharp knife style.
Qing Ling raised his knife again, but Wang Gensheng had already pulled out his pistol. This was the third time he had pulled out his gun in the past two days, and it felt more natural each time.
Qing Ling was stunned, and the scimitar she swung into the air stopped.
Wang Gensheng did not fire, but smiled coldly: "Who are you, and why do you want to embarrass Liu Yefei?"
"Qing Ling." Qing Ling replied, but her expression remained unchanged when facing the pistol in Wang Gensheng's hand.
"Qingling in the capital is so heartbreaking to hear." Wang Gensheng frowned, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Haha, it's good that you know. Do you think you will scare me with a broken gun?" Qing Ling sneered, suddenly bent down and lowered his head.
He didn't lower his head unconsciously, but actually avoided Wang Gensheng's gun.
At the same time, the scimitar in his hand came out and slashed towards Wang Gensheng's legs.
Wang Gensheng took a few steps back again, looking a little funny and a little embarrassed.
Shani looked anxious and shouted: "Wang Gensheng, shoot quickly!"
Wang Gensheng was startled. The gun in his hand was just a scary thing and could not kill anyone at all.
Even so, Wang Gensheng still pulled the trigger.
A bunch of blue flames spurted out. Qing Ling looked at it and couldn't help laughing wildly: "Hahaha, Wang Gensheng, what you were holding was a lighter. It scared me to death."
"Damn it, I never use a gun to kill people." Wang Gensheng looked at Qing Ling who was standing up straight, but his face was calm.
"Look at the knife..."
Qing Ling leaned forward, waved her arms, and the scimitar turned into a white shadow, and attacked Wang Gensheng.
Wang Gensheng had already removed his broken knife, but there were a few more silver needles in his hand.
With a few swish sounds, the silver needle flew out.
This needle, which seemed as thin as a hair, made Qing Ling frightened.
This morning, he was hit by a mysterious old man's fine needle, which almost caused him to be infected.
Qing Ling took a few steps back, and the scimitar in her hand slowed down a lot.
Wang Gensheng pulled the trigger again, and another ball of flame burst out, extremely fast.
Qing Ling subconsciously looked at it with a knife.
I went, but the fire didn't cut it down, but burned his sleeves.
There is a saying that if you cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow again. It turns out that if you cut off the fire with a knife, the fire will not be extinguished!
Qing Ling patted the fire on her sleeve with her hand, and the lighter in Wang Gensheng's hand spurted fire again.
This time, Qing Ling's hair was set on fire.
Qing Ling has long hair that she is proud of, which is comparable to that of beautiful women.
When Qing Ling was hurriedly doing his hair, his ribs felt slightly numb, and he knew he had been hit by a hidden weapon.
Not only that, the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground and magically flew into Wang Gensheng's hand.
In Wang Gensheng's hands, the scimitar seems to be more smooth, faster and more perfect.
He turned around Qing Ling, and white lights flashed through him.
The clothes on Qing Leng's body flew up and fell like snowflakes.
Qing Ling's burning hair also started to fly. He didn't dare to put his hand on his head anymore. He only felt the blade of the knife passing by his scalp, but it didn't hurt him.
After more than ten seconds, Wang Gensheng stepped aside.
Qingling at this moment seemed too cold.
He only had a pair of shorts on him, and the other clothes turned into snowflakes and scattered on the ground.
The most spectacular thing is his head.
There was no hair left, including his eyebrows, and his whole head was as bare as a ball.
When did Qing Ling experience such humiliation? She no longer had any worries and punched Wang Gensheng.
Wang Gensheng shouted to Liu Yefei: "Liu Yefei, take the knife."
Wang Gensheng's move actually had an ulterior motive.
There were at least dozens of people in the hall. If Hua Tianshan and others saw Qing Ling's defeat, they would definitely attack Liu Yefei.
Liu Yifei was already injured. If he didn't have a weapon in his hand, wouldn't he be at the mercy of others?
Wang Gensheng and Qing Ling were fighting together. Qing Ling, who was not wearing any clothes, was much less restrained and his movements were more agile and swift.
The boss of the day and night camp was certainly not an ordinary person, and Wang Gensheng did not look down upon him in the slightest.
Just now, Qing Ling fell into the trap. First, he was too careless, and second, he was dazzled by the victory.
The silver needle stuck in his side did not cause any harm to him, but instead made him more cautious.
Here Wang Gensheng and Qing Ling were fighting, but there were many big hands surrounding Liu Yefei.
They were holding wooden sticks one or two meters long, and they were always some distance away from Liu Yefei.
No matter how powerful Liu Yefei's scimitar was, he could not get close to these people. Moreover, Liu Yefei had suffered internal injuries before, and his movements were restricted.
Liu Yefei fought very hard and seemed to be barely holding on.
Wang Gensheng was entangled by Qing Ling, but it was difficult to escape for a while.
On the other side, Su Chang was worried that Wang Gensheng would subdue Qing Ling, so he wanted to take Shani away.
Feng Tian stood up at this moment and stood in front of Su Chang: "Master Su, since everyone is here, why not explain the matter clearly before leaving?"
"Mr. Feng, what do you mean?" Suchang was stunned.
"Master Su, I also understand that no matter what I do, I will still be a chess piece in the hands of your Su family. I don't want to play anymore." Feng Tian said helplessly.
While Wang Gensheng and Qing Ling were fighting, Feng Tian thought a lot.
Both Su Chang and Su Can are dishonest, and no matter how hard Feng Tian tries, he will never satisfy the Su family.
"Haha, Feng Tian, do you think you still have time to turn back?" Su Chang sneered, with a look of disdain on his face: "Either follow me, or go see the King of Hell."
"Hahaha, I know you are ruthless, Su Chang, you are ruthless, so don't blame me for being unjust." Feng Tian laughed.
"Hahaha……"
Su Chang also laughed, feeling so strange.
Feng Tian suddenly took out a pistol. The black pistol exuded a strong cold air.
Su Chang was startled: "Mr. Feng, why are you doing this? We are partners!"
"Shani is mine, you don't have any intentions." Feng Tian said with a smile.
Unexpectedly, Su Chang twisted his body and stretched out his arm, and Feng Tian's pistol was instantly taken away.