Ultimate Pawn

Chapter 108: A pot of wine among the flowers

In front of the villa, Chen Zongheng was dressed in a straight suit, with Erlang's legs tilted, and just sat indifferently.

After drinking a glass of red wine, pour another glass.

The bright red alcohol dangled lightly in the transparent goblet.

Compared with the surrounding scene, the **** killing is so weird.

Blood is all over the ground.

He actually has a leisurely mood, tasting wine indifferently?

"kill!"

The assassins were hideous and obviously provoked.

A group of night clothes flashed in the dark night, and the long sword was facing the sword.

The bodyguards of the Qiu family in front couldn't resist at all, they were defeated by these terrifying assassins.

Dead bodies were constantly falling down, dripping with blood.

Chen Zongheng still sat indifferently in front of the door, toasting and sipping red wine.

He has a faint look and a refined temperament.

He breathed calmly and looked meaningful.

Then, he raised his glass slowly and drank the red wine in the glass.

"Yang Feng, you wait... retreat."

Chen Zongheng's voice was faint, his eyes faintly scanned the Qiu's bodyguard in front, and said.

The bodyguard leader Yang Feng looked complicated and solemn, and turned his head to look at Mr. Chen.

He is caught in a dilemma, is he retreating, or is he stuck?

If you withdraw, just rely on Mr. Chen alone... how can it be? Against these terrifying assassins?

But... if you don't retreat...in the end, all the brothers will have to fight to death.

"Just a few seconds after you hesitated, three more men were hit hard." Chen Zongheng sat on the chair indifferently, his voice faint.

"According to your personnel's estimation, you probably...can still support it for three minutes and twenty seconds."

He picked up the bottle, poured himself a glass of red wine.

At this moment, he sits indifferently, incompatible with the killing scene in front of him.

But he seems to have become the core of the entire killing bureau.

Finally, the bodyguard leader Yang Feng looked solemn and made a decision.

With bloodshot eyes, he suddenly shouted at his opponent, "Retreat! Retreat to the villa and defend yourself!"

Wow!

A group of Qiu's bodyguards dragged their disabled bodies and quickly retreated.

One after another retreated into the door of the Qiu's villa, guarding against it!

At this moment, only Chen Zongheng was sitting alone in front of the door, toasting a glass of wine, and looking up to admire the moon.

In front of the dark night, a group of night-clothed assassins were pressed by the black to kill them, and they hurried to kill.

Dozens of long knives cut through the void.

The sharp point of the knife stabbed towards Chen Zongheng!

But he still sat calmly, raised his glass, and took a sip of red wine.

"Tonight, the moon is very round." He looked up at the bright moon in the night sky and murmured.

At this moment, a long knife has been pierced quickly, and it will pierce his temple in the next second.

However, the long knife stopped at a distance of one millimeter from his temple.

Because Chen Zongheng's **** were holding the long knife in a leisurely manner.

"Exactly, when killing someone." He flicked between his fingers.

Cang Dang. The sharp and hard long knife broke every bit.

The assassin's pupils condensed, and he was about to explode...but it was too late.

Chen Zongheng's **** turned into an afterimage...In an instant, they penetrated the assassin's neck and trachea.

"Puff." The assassin's trachea was pierced with a huge blood hole, and blood spattered.

"Uh..." The assassin's pupils widened, with disbelief. He tremblingly stretched out his hands, trying to stop the blood that gushed from the trachea...

But the blood was like a fountain, gushing out uncontrollably.

Chen Zongheng used his **** fingers to push lightly on his forehead.

The assassin's body slowly fell down.

Chen Zong retracted his hand, held the red wine bottle with his **** fingers, and continued to pour the wine.

Then he toasted and sipped his wine.

At the same time, in front, the assassin was crushed in darkness... where the blade was directed, killing swept!

One person, facing countless swordsmans.

He is still, indifferent.

Raise a glass with your right hand and gently sip the wine.

Countless sword lights slashed quickly, slashing towards Chen Zongheng's body!

In the blink of an eye, he wanted to penetrate his body.

The corner of Chen Zong's mouth slowly raised an arc.

"A pot of wine in the flower room, no blind date for a drink alone."

In an instant, he raised his head, and his **** fingers flicked in front of the goblet.

'clang. ’One cry.

The trembling sound of wine glasses.

The mellow red liquid in the cup shook lightly, seeming to be swept by a force, and then... countless liquids turned into water droplets and shot out!

With the power of a finger, it condenses beads when it meets water.

This kind of control over strength can only be described as...

The red wine liquid turns into drops of water, like a goddess scattered flowers, and shoots toward the front quickly!

"Puff puff……!"

Drops of water, like sharp bullets, pierced through the trachea of one assassin after another in an instant!

The trachea is the weakest and deadliest part of the human body.

However, when a drop of water... contains an urgent and powerful force, it rushes, this level of force... enough, the drop of water penetrates through the stone.

The sound of plasma bursting and splashing swept through the night.

Then, Chen Zonggong gently tossed his glass and drank the remaining wisp of red wine in the glass.

In front of him, the corpses of groups of assassins fell to the ground one after another.

In the throat of every assassin's corpse, a blood hole as big as a drop of water appeared.

At the fingertips, more than a dozen people were destroyed.

This is simply... horrible and horrified.

There were dozens of assassins remaining, and their pupils shrank violently.

A group of night-clothed assassins suddenly retreated a few steps, and all the blades pointed directly at Chen Zong.

However, their knives were shaking.

This, the young man sitting at the door of the villa, is it a human... or a demon?

From beginning to end, he never got up, even...never did it.

Just drinking...with a few seconds...killed a dozen of their accomplices? !

Inside the villa, the group of Qiu's bodyguards also opened their eyes wide. At this moment, everyone's shock is beyond words! ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

That Mr. Chen, what is the origin of...?

Kill at the fingertips? !

Such methods are simply unprecedented!

"Yue doesn't know how to drink, the shadow disciples follow me."

Chen Zong picked up the wine bottle in his left hand and poured a glass of red wine into the goblet in a leisurely manner.

"The full moon and the wind are high, why don't you... just stay here?" His voice was faint and his eyes were calm.

In front of them, the bodies of the night-clothed assassins trembled suddenly, and the knives in their hands became more unstable.

"Pretend to be a **** and make a fool of yourself! Kill me!!"

The assassin leader screamed!

Huh huh!

All the assassins assembled in an instant to form a killing array.

Countless swordsmans swept and swept, outflanked Chen Zongheng!