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Watermelon after watermelon rolled out of the cloth bag, and a pair of dead eyes stared deadly ahead.

Every face had a look of horror frozen in horror, as if he had seen something terrifying before he died.

Boom!

The blond man subconsciously stepped back, and his body hit the changing room wall behind him.

He stretched out his hand in a panic and fumbled on the wall, but could not find anything that reassured him.

He was not flustered that the personal guards he had brought to the island on the face were tackled by a mustache.

Because he also secretly hid a team of centaurs.

It was a group of trained mercenaries, the hole cards he had prepared for himself.

It is also where his strength lies.

However, now his hole card was erased by the silver-haired boy who mysteriously appeared.

The mustache also looked at the "watermelon" on the ground in surprise.

That face made him feel strange.

His gaze swept back and forth between Natsuki and the blond man.

Are these people really hole cards hidden by blonde men?

How did this mysterious teenager in front of him do it?

Or is it just a trick this time....

Compared to Natsuki, when he didn't know, he single-handedly discovered and solved the hidden troops of the blond man that he did not even discover.

The mustache was more inclined, and Natsuki didn't know where to find a bunch of "watermelons" to pretend to be ghosts.

Click!

The sound of a bullet loading with a brush.

One gun after another was pointed at Natsuki, and even the mustache took out a pistol in disbelief and pointed it at Natsuki.

"Are you going to point a gun at me?"

Natsuki asked as he looked at Mustache.

Turning a blind eye to the muzzles of black holes aimed at him.

The soldiers with guns put their fingers on the trigger.

With a slight hook, Natsuki will be beaten into a sieve.

"Are you sure you're going to point a gun at me?"

Natsuki spoke again.

Mustache raised two fingers slightly.

At the same time, the hand holding the gun also pulled the trigger.

"If you think well, then come on."

Natsuki bent down slightly, placed the popcorn bucket on the ground, and then tidied up his trench coat.

According to the way he remembered it, he slightly put on a posture.

The left hand is slightly extended forward, palm up, and the right hand is placed in the bend of the left arm.

The legs were slightly bent, and one foot took half a step forward.

Wing Chun, Summer Wood!

"I'm going to hit ten!"

Natsuki grinned and said.

The mustache's raised hand is lowered.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In response to Natsuki, there was a succession of gunshots.

The mustache emptied the bullets from the pistol in an instant.

All the bullets poured out and flew towards Natsuki.

Trample!

Trample!

Natsuki's figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

Shout!

Shout!

A sound of breaking through the air sounded.

Boom!

Boom!

The sound of iron intersecting sounded in the air, and one spark after another burst out.

With the help of the perverted power of his new body, Natsuki dodged the bullets that were fired at him.

At the same time, the magic wrench thousand pieces also danced in the air, marking one trace after another.

Like a large net, it surrounded him tightly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Natsuki appeared one after another beside the soldiers with guns.

One soldier after another was knocked down by him.

When his figure reappeared, he was back where he was.

Nine soldiers lay neatly on the ground.

And a blond man.

No more, no less, exactly ten.

"I don't know if you've heard a word."

"Seven steps away, the gun is fast, within seven steps, the fist is fast."

Natsuki smiled slightly, withdrew his gesture, and looked at his mustache for a moment.

The remaining soldiers immediately gathered and gathered around Mustache.

His subordinates were put down several at once, and the mustache was startled.

But he didn't panic.

He glanced at the soldiers surrounded by water, and the guns in his hands gave him confidence.

The mysterious silver-haired boy in front of him, with his terrifying combat power, really made him feel tricky.

But that's about it.

As long as the other party is still flesh and blood, in the face of fire suppression, there is only one way to go.

That's death!

Tread!

Footsteps suddenly sounded outside the cave.

This is when Mustache's subordinates heard the gunshots and found the body of the blond man's secret army, they were worried that things would change, so they rushed over.

One soldier after another ran in through the hole with guns in hand.

After seeing the situation inside, they pointed their guns at Natsuki.

"This is the end of your show, yellow-skinned monkey."

Mustache smiled wickedly and addressed Natsuki with the words that the blond man scolded him.

Natsuki shook his head with a smile.

The island people are always like this, what others have imposed on him, and what is inflicted on others unchanged.

Then he stood complacently on the commanding heights, as if he had not been insulted like that from beginning to end, and it was only others who were insulted.

"It's time to play."

"I'm going back for dinner in a hurry."

Natsuki said.

He opened his arms slightly, and a silver hair fell behind him like a waterfall.

One after another silver points of light flew out, appeared behind him, and levitated in the air.

Xia Mu's body slowly floated in the air, he spoke slightly, his expression solemn, like a living god.

"When I became an immortal god, all the worlds listened to the divine voice."

"I said, there should be no standing creatures here."

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

"Shoot!"

Mustache ordered.

Although shocked by Natsuki's means of floating in the air.

But all the soldiers did not hesitate to pull the trigger on their hands.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Deafening gunshots resounded through the cave.

The guns in the soldiers' hands were all pointed at Natsuki, the muzzles trembled uncontrollably, and the red tongue of fire was spit out, and the piercing fire made it impossible to see the scene in the center.

Only countless bullets poured out.

The cave turned into a sea of tongues of fire.

Faintly, there was a loud sound of breaking the air.

There were screams in between.

The mustache who directed his men to shoot found that his men, for some reason, fell to the ground one by one.

Before falling, a bright blood flower burst out from the center of his eyebrows.

Devil!

Mustache scolded secretly.

He kicked a soldier away, took the gun in the opponent's hand, and held it in his hand.

"All fire on me!"

"Fire!"

Mustache ordered loudly and pulled the trigger.

He was met with screams and fading gunshots.

"Fire!"

Mustache raised the gun in his hand and fired at the silver-haired demon in the center.

Burst!

Something penetrated the mustache's knee.

He plopped down on his knees.

The gunfire in my ears stopped abruptly.

Tread!

Footsteps sounded.

From the void, Natsuki walked in front of him step by step.

The mustache heard the teenager ask,

"Remember the conversation we had when we first met?"