The best perspective expert

Chapter 116 The Swordsman

Han Zhenyang grabbed the hotel manager with his backhand, stared into his eyes and asked with a sneer, "Where is the key?"

The hotel manager is fat, wearing glasses, with a gentle appearance. After being caught by Han Zhenyang, he struggled hard twice, but failed to break free. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, "You, what do you want to do?"

"I just want to ask you, where is the key?"

The fat manager hesitated before answering, "Yes, in my office."

"Really?" Han Zhenyang asked noncommittally, and suddenly punched the fat manager in the stomach, and then took out a bunch of keys from his coat pocket, "Then where are these keys?"

"This, this, this is on the door of my house," the fat manager's face turned pale, and he stammered.

"Oh?" Han Zhenyang said blankly, walked to the iron door, inserted the key and twisted it. With a click, the iron lock opened in response, and then said to the fat manager with a sarcasm: "So you live in your house." On the roof of the hotel, why, don't you invite us to sit in?"

The fat manager's complexion was pale, his two legs were fighting, and he wanted to run, but was caught by two police officers who realized something was wrong, one left and one right, and he was so trembling that he couldn't speak.

Han Zhenyang grabbed the fat manager, "Come, come, take us around your house," he said, pulling open the iron gate, and pushing the fat manager in at the same time.

"Do not--"

The fat man was pushed out involuntarily, and let out a terrified scream, followed by a "poof", a blade protruded from the fat man's back, and blood sprayed out.

Seeing this, the two police officers quickly drew out their pistols, but Han Zhenyang kicked the fat man silently, then jumped in, and stood firmly on the roof, directly facing the knifeman who had just stabbed the fat manager to death. .

The knife hand is a young man in his twenties, who is gently wiping the blood stains on the knife body. He just killed a person, but there is no expression on his face. It seems to be as calm as killing a chicken. Seeing Han Zhenyang clicked his tongue and praised, "What a quick reaction, what a keen intuition, did you know that I was behind the door?"

Han Zhenyang glanced at the young swordsman, and then turned his gaze to the edge of the roof. Qiao Shengnan was there. His whole body was wrapped tightly with scotch tape like a big rice dumpling. He was placed on the fence of the roof without any protective measures. Turn over lightly, and she will fall.

Falling from the sixteenth floor, the ending can be imagined.

Qiao Shengnan's mouth was also wrapped with tape, only the nostrils and the parts above the eyes were exposed. His eyes were full of fear and despair, and his body was still trembling slightly. He was obviously very aware of his current situation.

However, seeing Han Zhenyang appearing on the rooftop, the fear in her eyes instantly turned into ecstasy. As long as Han Zhenyang appeared, all dangers and difficulties would be easily solved, so excited that she forgot that she was in a dangerous situation and was struggling to go. Move this way.

Han Zhenyang was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart: My eldest lady, just wait quietly for a while, what should I do if I fall down like this?
Of course, he would not allow this kind of thing to happen. He saw through all this before he entered the door, and activated his aura to tie Qiao Shengnan up the moment he unlocked it. go down.

Han Zhenyang protected Qiao Shengnan, but no one knew about it. The two police officers immediately asked for support through the walkie-talkie, and quietly hinted to Han Zhenyang not to be impulsive. In this case, the first priority is to ensure the safety of the hostages.It means negotiating, or finding a sniper to kill a young knifeman.

The policeman's suggestion is of course correct, and it can even be said to be the best choice under normal circumstances.

Seeing the small actions of the two policemen, the young swordsman sneered disdainfully, and said to Han Zhenyang, "I didn't expect you to see through my delaying tactics. I thought you would obediently raise money."

Han Zhenyang didn't bother to answer at all, and asked directly: "Did Zhang Yaoyang send you here?"

"What do you think?" The young swordsman smiled lightly, flicked the blade lightly, and the straight and sharp Tang Zhidao made a clear buzzing sound, and pointed at Han Zhenyang provocatively, "I heard that you are good at kung fu. Contest?"

"You?" Han Zhenyang looked disdainful, but he was extremely vigilant in his heart, because he felt a different aura from this young swordsman, which was very dangerous. The other party's body actually rejected his aura, so that his perspective The ability actually failed on the opponent.

This is the first time he has encountered such a situation, so he has been on guard for a long time.

However, Taizu was right. He despises the enemy strategically and pays attention to the enemy tactically. He can treat young swordsmen as paper tigers, but when he really wants to attack, he will definitely do his best in order to achieve success with one blow and minimize potential enemies. The danger is eradicated early.

Therefore, facing the young swordsman's invitation to fight, he had disdain on his face, but he did not spare any effort when he struck. He pulled out the baton that the policeman carried with him and rushed towards him. The angles are impeccable, almost the strongest blow he can deliver.

But the blow missed, and at the moment when the baton was about to hit the young swordsman, the other side stepped sideways and missed the blow.

Dodging Han Zhenyang's strongest blow, the young swordsman curled his lips and snorted with disdain, "I thought you were so good, but it turned out that it was nothing more than that. If I knew it, it wouldn't be so troublesome, really."

He does have the ability to be proud. He is young, but he can easily dodge Han Zhenyang's strongest blow. He has no ability to do it.

However, Han Zhenyang continued to attack without saying a word, swinging the baton airtightly, like a black whirlwind crushing the young swordsman, every blow was the kind with all his strength, and he hardly left behind. Pressing the young saber hand so hard that he couldn't breathe, he could only keep dodging.

Being suppressed by Han Zhenyang like this, the young swordsman was a little embarrassed, and sarcastically said, "Shabi, let me see how long you can attack," and then made up his mind to dodge and not fight back, trying to fight back after Han Zhenyang's physical strength was exhausted.

It has to be said that the young swordsman has a very strong sense of fighting and a very flexible mind. In the face of Han Zhenyang's stormy attack, the delaying tactic is indeed the most suitable tactic, and it is also the easiest tactic, because Han Zhenyang's offensive method It will speed up the consumption of physical strength. Normal people can't last for 3 minutes, and physical madmen can last for 5 minutes at most. This is not a ring, and there is rest time for you to replenish your physical strength.

One minute passed, and Han Zhenyang's offensive did not weaken at all.

3 minutes passed, and the moves were still so violent.

5 minutes later, the energy is still so abundant.

The young swordsman was dumbfounded, is this f*cking human?Why don't you know you're tired?Or, hold on for another minute?Maybe in another minute, Han's physical strength will be almost exhausted, the offensive will weaken, and there will be a chance to counterattack.

(End of this chapter)