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Shawan villa area.

When Shuiyuerou and He Yang rushed to Wang Luoshan's house, no one was found.

Judging from Mu Feng's suspicion to Wang Meng's reaction, Mu Feng was the one who killed Duan Hu, and he was also the one who blocked it with his body.

Whether Duan Hu is dead or not, Shui Yuerou doesn't care.

It's just a mafia boss, death is only a matter of time. [

But this person named Mu Feng was able to block the bullet with his body and squeeze his head out of shape, which is a big problem.

As the head of the Yinlongwei Office in Qingnan City, how could Shui Yuerou let such a person run amok.

Yinlongwei is China's secret power, a solid line of defense against foreign lands, and people like Mu Feng who surpass 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.

Whether it is an enemy or not, she does not know, but this person will definitely not be a friend.

"It seems that someone is one step ahead of us." After checking up and down, there were no traces of fighting in the room, but there were signs of invasion.

"Boss, what should we do? He doesn'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, or go back to Kyoto."

"Okay, okay, I don't have a conscience at all, anyway, I'm also a cousin." He Yang muttered.

Shui Yuerou said very well, if He Yang wasn't her cousin, she would have kicked him back to the capital long ago, this kid is used to being lazy all day long, and if he doesn't take good care of him, he really doesn't know how powerful he is.

Drop drop!

Suddenly, Shui Yuerou's hand rang a few times.

After answering the phone, Shui Yuerou's expression turned serious, and she squeezed He Yang's ear, "Get up, let's get to work."

"Hey, it hurts, it hurts, my good sister, it's okay if I'm wrong."

****

"Are you going to avenge 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 figured out the current situation, it's up to you."

Contempt, apart from contempt for Mu Feng, there is no other word to describe it.

These eight people are really very different from Nine Guns. If it was Nine Guns, even if it was to avenge their brothers, they would choose to fight openly, but these eight people regarded the two women as threats, making Mu Feng despise them at the same time. Also moved to kill.

If he can't even protect his own woman, he doesn't deserve the title of Ghost King. [

Mu Feng glanced at the two women with tear stains, and said calmly, "I didn't want to kill people, but you all chose the dead end, so don't blame me."

"Hmph, then let me see who you really are."

Move, short man move!

The saber in his hand quickly flipped a few times, and he rushed to Mu Feng's face with a few strides, a perfect combination of agility, speed, and skill.

This person is very powerful, and he definitely surpasses Jiuqiang in terms of saber skills.

You must know that it is not difficult to use daggers and short knives freely, but this person can also play sabers so smoothly, which is not something ordinary people can do.

"Look at the knife."

The saber slashed like flowing clouds and flowing water, and the strength and speed of each knife were brought to the extreme. As soon as this knife arrived, it suddenly changed its trajectory, and the next knife followed closely.

clang clang clang!

Sporadic sparks splashed on the scrap metal continuously.

"There are still two things left." The short man grinned, as if he had found a plaything, "Don't hide if you have the ability, and fight with me openly."

The opponent's movements are fast, and Mu Feng's movements are even faster.

Dodging the continuous attacks, he said disdainfully, "Fair and fair? As I said, you are not worthy."

"court death!"

The short man kicked his feet on the ground suddenly, 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 can be described as vivid.

Bang!

Dodging the attack of the two knives, Mu Feng went around to the side, raised his fist and hit the side of the saber heavily, knocking the knife in the short man's hand to the ground.

The knife was shaken off.

The short man looked at Mu Feng in shock, and the eyes of the other seven people watching the fun also showed surprise, because the saber on the ground had been deformed, and the knife was not broken, but left a faint hard fist.

"It's a hard idea, old six, let brother do it." The fat man walked out with a big laugh, and took out a heavy ax from behind.

"Get out, I didn't lose again." The short man roared, and his speed became faster than before.

The dagger in his hand was spun a few times, followed by a series of fierce attacks. [

Seeing that Mufeng hadn't reacted yet, the short man smiled triumphantly, and the dagger in his hand stabbed violently into his heart.

However, when the dagger pierced past, he didn't feel any real resistance, and he didn't see the spurt of blood, but the figure that was stabbed disappeared faintly, and finally turned into nothing.

It is a shadow, an afterimage.

The faces of the short man and the other seven people changed suddenly.

How fast is the person who can leave afterimages?

At this moment, each of them understood that this person's ability to kill Nine Guns was not due to opportunism, but because he possessed that strength.

The strength of this person is beyond their imagination!

"Have enough fun, die when you've had enough fun."

Mu Feng's pupils constricted, and a cold breath spread rapidly. The figure appeared beside the short man out of thin air, reached out, and locked his neck with lightning speed.

"You can't, how can you be so fast."

"Nothing is impossible. Out of the world's strongest, you can only be considered second-rate." Mu Feng said calmly, his five fingers closing slowly like a tiger's mouth.

"Ahhh." The low voice came from the short man's throat, and he finally understood that the other party was simply playing with him just now. If he had started at the beginning, he would have already become a corpse.

"Old Six!" Fatty's fat body was shaking wildly, and he swung the ax in his hand to strike.

Mu Feng stepped aside, twisted the neck of the short man with a snap, and threw him on the ground.

Turning around, he held the coming ax with one hand, and clawed hard. The ax in the fat man's hand was like a toy, breaking into several pieces vulnerable to a single blow.

"Grass!" Fatty's reaction was also dissatisfied, and at the same time as the ax broke, a huge fist smashed over.

"You should die too."

Mu Feng grabbed Fatty's hand and swung dozens of punches in a row, hitting his fat belly. Each punch was accompanied by a force, and at the same time, each punch made Fatty spit out a mouthful of blood.

It's not difficult to kill him, Mu Feng wants to vent, the short man's death is already very cheap for him, and the remaining seven people won't make it easier for them.

bump!

With the last punch, a fat man weighing three hundred catties was thrown into the air. Mu Feng leaped, shot into the air, and hit his waist with his knee.

Click!

boom!

The fat man hit the ground heavily, his whole body twitched non-stop, blood kept coming out of his mouth, gurgling and bubbling.