City Marshal

A faint black light flashed in the white light, and Chef Mazi stopped all his movements.

Even if he saw it with his own eyes, Chef Mazi still didn't believe it.

The result of his disbelief is still death.

When Chef Mazi was dying, he still had a look of surprise and disbelief on his face.

He had never seen such a domineering saber technique before, and the all-conquering aura of drawing the saber made him three points weaker. When he really wanted to stop the black saber that was coming, Tian Yangsheng had already pierced his throat. It's like nothing happened, and when it feels like it happened, the other person has fallen to the ground.

His eyeballs were wide open, and so was the corner of his mouth.

His body was already lying on the ground, the fatal wound was on his throat, there were a few knife marks, until now, the blood was still bubbling, his body was about to die, but his eyes seemed to be staring at the knife in Tian Yangsheng's hand , as if looking at the distant night sky.

Tian Yangsheng didn't know when to withdraw the knife in his hand, he slowly retracted it, as if the light was withdrawing the darkness.

Chu Tian went up with the red wine, and said flatly, "Many people wanted me to die, but in the end, many people died!"

Chef Mazi was speechless, but his eyes focused on Chutian with the last of his strength.

He has doubts, and he is unwilling to die.

Chu Tian slowly poured the red wine on his face, and said in a calm tone: "Seeing as tonight is New Year's Eve, let me tell you the flaws. You can also tell a lot from the clothes a person wears. Clothes are made of different materials, and there are also many kinds of clothes, and the methods of dyeing and weaving are different in each place."

Chef Mazi's eyes gradually dimmed, as if he had caught something.

Chu Tian threw the empty wine glass back on the table, and slowly added: "You guys should at least change your clothes. You have never been to Taiwan, but the clothes on your body are all made of Taiwanese fabrics. Could it be that you chefs from four different restaurants , They all bought clothes made of Taiwanese quality by accident? Would you believe this coincidence?" "At least I don't believe it, so you are going to die!"

Chef Mazi's eyes shone brightly, which was the mixture of relief and shock at the end.

There was a gust of wind blowing from a distance, and the leaves in the garden were blown off. The fallen leaves fluttered and floated down, and landed on Chef Mazi's throat, just to cover his wound.

When the fallen leaves covered his wound, several figures had already rushed towards Chu Tian.

The three chefs, who were desperate to fight, attacked Chu Tian with the fiercest moves.

Feng Wuqing beside him opened his eyes wide and shouted sharply, "So it's you thieves!"

Chu Tian also saw that their moves were similar to the Mo Yun and the man in black he saw in Hainan, so a faint murderous smile rose from the corner of his mouth, and he backed away holding the transparent glass wine glass. Spit out: "Your skills are perfect, you must all come from a certain family in Taiwan!"

When the last words were written, Chu Tian's wine glass had already been thrown into the air.

In the next second, he had already grasped Minghong's saber, and his fighting spirit was surging.

The short knives of the two enemies were already close to Chutian's neck in the blink of an eye. The latter pointed out his toes lightly, and leaned back slightly to avoid the sharp two knives. Moving, the breeze and bone-chilling chill between their necks made them lose their defenses.

The short knife in his hand hesitated because of the frustration in his momentum, and he was no longer as sharp and aggressive as before.

With just this little hesitation, Chu Tian turned his wrist, and the saber in his hand spun rapidly, and drew a graceful arc towards their faces with his backhand. The cold wind brushed their faces, and they saw blood flying in the biting cold.

In an instant, they fell to the ground.

The last enemy is often the strongest, because a dog that bites never barks.

Seeing that after the death of Chef Mazi, two of his accomplices also fell, and the remaining fake chefs of the so-called Xi'an Restaurant suddenly shot out their phantom-like bodies without showing any weapons, the deepest impression of this person is that his face is full of blood. Morbid pale expression and unfocused eyes, hands as hard as iron!The frail body suddenly erupted with an earth-shattering fighting spirit, and the target was Chutian, who gradually retracted his gaze!The focal lengths of the binoculars are gradually converging, and this man's pupils are only Chu Tian's approaching figure. Out of human instinct, the enemy can feel the turbulent waves hidden under the ordinary appearance of this man who is as deep as the sea. Perhaps, today is his One last shot.

If you don't make a move, you're done, and if you make a move, you will be killed with one blow!This is the purpose of Mohism.

Jumping high into the sky, the whole body suddenly turned into a violent cannonball, which was mixed with a mighty momentum and struck down fiercely. There was only one target, Chutian!The tightly clenched fist became the only weapon of the body in high-speed movement, the sound of breaking through the air!The fist of the human body pierced the air with a sharp and low whistling sound, and it arrived in the blink of an eye.

Getting closer and closer, the enemy's face showed a ferocious excitement, and the strong murderous aura seemed to freeze the surrounding air tightly, as if the air would not flow anymore, and even the biting cold wind was frozen by this dangerous scene. Trickling filter, you can hardly feel the passage of time.

The next scene was dramatic and almost mythical.

No one could clearly see how Tian made the move. The enemy only felt that his fist with the greatest strength in his life was pinched by a slender hand, tightly pinched like pliers, before the enemy's pupils had time to emerge. Terrified, Chu Tian went down, the enemy's body smashed hard to the ground, the other hand stretched out and grabbed the enemy's neck, the enemy's hand wanted to grab Chu Tian's hand, but it was too late, like a broken Cloth was thrown far away, and after falling to the ground with a bang, he opened his eyes and stared at the sky like a dead fish, and the lone sword that came up became his lonely silhouette.

Lost, so absurdly defeated!Under Chu Tian's signal, Gu Jian broke his limbs and threw him on the ground.

Chu Tian put his hands behind his back and sighed softly: "Your skills are too poor, far inferior to the dead Mo Yun and the others!"

Pain flashed in this guy's eyes, Mo Yun Mo Wu is the pride of the Mo family.

Without any orders from Chutian, Brother Cheng led the Shuaijun brothers and rushed over, restraining the half-dead enemy. His eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and he patted the guy's face and said, "Boy, New Year's Eve! You dare to attack the young marshal at ten times, I'm really tired, I promise to make your life worse than death tonight!"

The captured enemy had stubborn eyes and cursed viciously: "If you want to get news from me, there is no way!"

After saying this, he laughed, laughing at Brother Cheng's ignorance and innocence; Brother Cheng also laughed, laughing at this guy's life and death.

The wine glass quietly fell from the sky, Chu Tian caught it with his backhand and threw it on the table, clapped his hands and said: "Mortal world, tell brothers to dispose of the corpse and wash off the blood quickly, our New Year's Eve dinner can't be delayed because of them, brother Cheng, let's live!" I'll leave it to you, give me the information before twelve o'clock tonight!"

Brother Cheng nodded and replied respectfully: "Understood!"

Nameless Nie and the others didn't wait for orders, and led people to search the entire garden carefully to see if there were any remaining enemies ambushing around. The artillery brothers bit the chicken legs and went up to the rooftop to shoot suspicious movements with sniper rifles. The brothers continued to be busy, preparing for dinner in 15 minutes.

Chu Tian walked up to Huo Wuzui, and said with tender concern, "Are you scared?" Huo Wuzui snuggled into Chu Tian's arms, raised his intoxicating face and said, "Tonight is really scary, why not?" There are two groups of enemies?" Chu Tian helped her tighten the clothes on her body, and said with a slight smile, "There are no two groups of enemies, the one-eyed man and the pockmarked chef are both accomplices!"

Huo Wuzui was a little surprised, and asked in surprise: "The same group?" Chu Tian put his arms around her trembling body, and smiled lightly: "That's right, they are accomplices, and the target is not Minister Zhou but me. Two groups of people came to assassinate me, that was their strategy, first attack me with the one-eyed man and leave quickly."

"To keep my vigilance and focus on him.

The clever Huo girl nodded and took over the topic: "In this way, it will be easier for Chef Mazi to attack you. More importantly, anyone will inevitably relax their vigilance after experiencing an accident."

"Thinking that the things you have just endured will not happen again, so the chances of assassination will be much higher."