When Ye Xingyu and others came in, the tough young man had already accomplished the feat of killing everyone and was smoking comfortably with his eyes narrowed.
By the way, he also picked up a sharpening stick and sharpened the butcher knife in his hand.
This man is probably in his thirties, has a chicken coop head, a Chinese character face, and a very social look as he smokes a cigarette.
It was so winter that he was shirtless and didn't seem to feel the cold.
In addition to work pants and hydrosol shoes, he also wore a large, thick apron, covering his chest and exposing his back.
There are several criss-crossing scars on the back and lower waist, all at least five inches long.
Obviously, this is a man with a story.
He has become the center of attention, and at the same time, a gun is pointed at him from a distance.
The gun was a pistol, held in the hand of the man with a crooked mouth, who was standing a few meters away.
This distance should be very suitable. It will not miss the target because it is too far away, and it will not be too close to pull the trigger in time.
However, the crooked man never fired.
Perhaps because of his nervousness, his hands were shaking slightly.
The young man who was pointed at the gun didn't seem to be worried at all. He sharpened his knife intently, with a leisurely look, as if no one else was watching.
What Ye Xingyu and others saw was this scene of stalemate.
But such calm cannot last long. Soon someone shouted: "Brother Lame, shoot! What are you waiting for?"
Lame Brother is the man with a crooked mouth. Although he is small and thin, he is very brave in fights and often takes the lead in charging into battles.
Once, his boss was being chased and slashed. He rushed to help the boss block the knife and injured his leg. From then on, he had trouble walking.
But because of this incident, he became the leader, and people called him "Lame Brother".
It's not that the lame brother didn't dare to shoot, but he was frightened by the scene just now. His mind was a little confused and he still hasn't come back to his senses.
Hearing someone reminding him, the lame brother finally stabilized his trembling hands, tightened his grip on the gun, showed a fierce look in his eyes, and then shouted sharply at the young man in the chicken coop: "You bastard, kill my brother, and I will kill you!"
The young man was still sharpening his knife, his eyes falling on the blade without even looking at the muzzle of the gun, as if he didn't hear anyone shouting.
Lame Brother was willing to risk his life and was not afraid of being charged with murder. He was so cruel that he gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.
With a "bang" sound, the bullet came out of the chamber.
But it failed to penetrate the person's body and instead hit a steel knife.
The knife is a butcher's knife, pointed at the front and wide at the back, resembling both a kitchen knife and an axe.
The young man raised his sword and the broad blade turned into a small shield.
The bullet hit the blade, making a clanging sound, sending up a stream of sparks, and then bounced away.
The lame brother was stunned for a moment, then realized that the opponent had not been hit, so he pulled the trigger again and fired twice.
The young man holding the knife no longer used the knife to block bullets, but transformed into a cheetah and took the initiative to attack.
One flash left, one flash right, the snake skin moves as fast as the wind.
Not only did he avoid two bullets, but he was in front of Brother Lame in the blink of an eye.
The lame brother was in a panic. He was so frightened that he clasped his fingers violently, trying to fire out another bullet.
However, he has no chance.
The sword flashed, the limbs were separated, blood spurted out, and screams began.
Before Lame Brother pulled the trigger, the sharp butcher knife had already cut off his wrist.
It's funny to say that he was clamoring to cut off the other person's hand just now, but he didn't expect that retribution would come so quickly, and it was himself who cut off his hand.
"ah--!"
The lame brother with a distorted face let out a shrill scream, his heart was filled with fear and his face was pale.
But after just a moment, his voice suddenly stopped and he could no longer scream.
This is because the butcher's knife cut the lame brother's throat quite smoothly with just one touch.
Finally, Lame Brother fell to the ground and became a corpse.
It was too late to say, but it was too soon, everything happened in the blink of an eye.
From being reminded, to Lame Brother shooting, to his death, it only took a few seconds, and many people didn't react.
Except for Yawei and Ye Xingyu, when everyone saw this bloody scene with their own eyes, their scalps would inevitably go numb and their faces would change dramatically.
Lin Shanya even turned around and ran out, not daring to stay any longer, otherwise she would really vomit.
Even though she became an ancient warrior, her character did not change. At most, she became a little bolder and still lacked resistance to cruel and bloody scenes.
Ye Xingyu then told Yawei: "You accompany her to the car and sit there. I'll take care of things here. Don't worry about me."
Yawei agreed, turned around and walked out the door.
As if the others had been reminded, they all ran away along the corner, including innocent staff and survivors who came to seek revenge and cause trouble.
Soon, everyone disappeared, and there were only two people left in the huge slaughtering workshop, one was a murderous young man, and the other was Ye Xingyu.
The young man held the knife, which was still dripping with blood, and his whole body exuded a strong smell of blood.
He tilted his head, looked at Ye Xingyu with interest, and then asked, "Why don't you run?"
Ye Xingyu asked, "Why should I run?"
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
"You can't kill me, only I can kill you!"
"Oh? It seems that you are also a martial arts practitioner, and you are very confident."
"Of course a capable person has confidence!"
The exchanges between the two were like the tip of a needle, refusing to give in to each other.
The young man stopped talking, put out the cigarette in his mouth, picked up a sharpening stick, and lowered his head to sharpen the knife.
Before killing someone, his favorite thing to do is to sharpen a knife. Only when the knife is sharpened can he feel the pleasure of cutting limbs.
Ye Xingyu was not idle either. He turned around and pulled down the rolling shutter door, and then slowly walked towards the knife-sharpening young man.
The space inside is not small, but many slaughtered pigs are hung on hooks, which naturally forms a barrier.
In addition, many people had just died, and their corpses were strewn all over the ground.
And the fresh blood is spread on the floor like paint, flowing everywhere. If you step on it accidentally, it will stain the soles of your shoes and make them slippery.
All of this makes this place seem cramped and not suitable for hands-on work.
However, for ancient warriors, it doesn't seem to matter much as it can be used anywhere within a short distance.
Therefore, both of them didn't care. One was sharpening his knife and the other was approaching. The storm was about to come, and the pressure was invisible.
Finally, Ye Xingyu stood in front of the knife-sharpening young man, five steps away, exactly three meters away.
He didn't say anything, he just stood quietly and watched the other person sharpen his knife.
After a while, the young man put down the sharpening stick, then raised the knife in his hand and looked left and right at the light.
The blade has been sharpened, shiny white, and shimmering with cold light.
But the knife was stained with blood, and the young man seemed dissatisfied, so he brought his face closer and blew a breath.
The bright red color suddenly gathered in one place and turned into a drop of blood, dripping down the blade.
When Ye Xingyu saw this scene, he couldn't help but sneered and said, "You are a butcher, not Ximen Chuixue."