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The man who sent you to hell!
"Bang bang!" With two gunshots, Yan Bang groped for the handgun under his pillow and began to fire back at the person who attacked him.
To dare to behave so atrociously in Yan Bang's territory, there could only be one result: Entering by himself and leaving by himself.
He couldn't allow others to be so presumptuous in his territory!
In the firelight, a dark figure crouched down; judging from the sound of the bullet, it must have hit. It just didn't hit the vital points.
The one who was hit was Xing Ba. He thought that Yan Bang wouldn't be easy to deal with, but he didn't think that Yan Bang's counterattack would be so fast.
Yan Bang fiercely counterattacked, thereby revealing his hiding spot.
Xing Shi'er took off the thermal infrared imager on his face, and pulled out a dagger that was shining with a cold light from his calf.
Xing Shi'er didn't really like hot weapons, but he liked cold weapons even more. He likes to use knives. All sorts of knives.
To him, the spear in Yan Bang's hand had absolutely no effect on his fear. Just like that, he coldly appeared in front of Yan Bang.
Yan Bang's first reaction was to shoot back at the enemy …
The moment Yan Bang pulled the trigger, the dagger in Xing Shi'er's hand was flung out. At the same time, his figure flashed away like a ghost.
The bullet did not hit Xing Shi'er, but the dagger thrown by Xing Shi'er struck the arm that Yan Bang used to wield the spear.
Xing Shi'er told Yan Bang in a bloodied manner: "Your spear may not be as fast as my dagger!"
As the spear fell to the ground, Yan Bang reflexively reached out with his left hand to pick it up; however, a long black leg stepped on the spear. With an elegant tick, the pistol skidded across the floor in a long straight line and came to rest against the wall.
Outside the living room, it was already bustling with noise. The high precision fingerprint lock trapped Yan Bang in his own living room.
The bodyguards weren't completely stupid, there were already people trying to climb out the windows.
"Who are you people?" Yan Bang asked Xing Shi'er who was staring at him leisurely.
"The one who sent you to hell!"
's voice was gloomy as he passed the voice modulator. He no longer had the usual white hair, but was instead filled with a bloodthirsty and vicious aura.
"Kill me, and don't even think about escaping!"
Yan Bang hissed softly, while stalling for time, he looked for an opportunity to ambush her.
"Whether we walk out or fly out, you don't need to go overboard!"
Xing Shi'er slowly pulled out a slightly curved blade from his waist. But when he thought about the foster father Hetun's strange mission, he stuck his beloved curved blade back into its original position.
"Is he dead? "If he's not dead, then come and do it!"
He hissed at Xing Ba who had already stood up. The so called task was to cut off Yan Bang's tools.
To dare to blaspheme against his son, Xing Mu, was simply digging his own grave. Perhaps, only by cutting off Yan Bang's tools would he be able to slightly dispel the anger in his Hetun.
Xing Shi'er of course couldn't bear to dirty his beloved blade. Thus, he handed this glorious mission to Xing Ba.
Xing Ba was shot. There was already blood oozing out of the hole on his right shoulder. However, he was dressed in black, so it was not very obvious.
"I'll stall them, hurry up!"
Someone had climbed onto the burning windowsill. Xing Shi'er picked up the ashtray on the tea table and accurately smashed it on the shiny forehead.
"Ahh …" Along with a mournful scream, the muscular man who had finally climbed onto the windowsill was mercilessly smashed down by an ashtray. The fifth floor wasn't very tall, but it was enough for him to lie in the hospital for ten days to half a month.
Taking the chance while Xing Shi'er was dealing with his subordinates, Yan Bang leapt up like a trapped cheetah, towards Xing Ba who was holding onto a dagger.
Yan Bang did not avoid the dagger that Xing Ba chopped at him.
The skinny Xing Ba obviously could not withstand the attack; he wanted to fly into the air and give Yan Bang a kick, but he was pushed back in the end by Yan Bang.
With a jump, Xing Ba managed to stabilize his body; however, Yan Bang crashed into the wall from his own inertia.
Xing Ba was unable to control Yan Bang and caused him to be unhappy. His speed was as fast as lightning as he flew over, aiming straight at Yan Bang's throat with a swift blade …
To Yan Bang, that was the reaction speed that he needed to survive. The moment Xing Shi'er's curved blade flashed with a cold light, he instinctively tilted his face slightly to the side to avoid his fatal throat; Xing Shi'er's sharp blade slid past half of his face, and instantly, a gush of blood gushed out.
Yan Bang obviously didn't want to die, and even more so didn't want to die for no reason at all.
This was still his own Yulong City. If he were to die in his own nest, wouldn't that mean that the entire Shen City would laugh his teeth out? Actually, the teeth of others had nothing to do with him. He did not want to die like this, he did not even want to see Feng Xinglang again.
Xing Ba, who had just been ambushed by Yan Bang, seemed to not be able to remain calm. He flew over in anger, and smashed Yan Bang's robust body against the wall once again.
With a "Si La" sound, Xing Shi'er's sharp scimitar slipped through Yan Bang's belt, causing his pants to droop halfway down, revealing half of his body.
"Quick, attack!"
Xing Shi'er took half a step back and handed over the glorious mission to Xing Ba. Xing Shi'er valued the method of death more than the dirty way of cutting people's flesh and blood.
Just as Xing Ba's blade was about to strike, the intellectual door opened.
The one who came was Feng Xinglang!
Other than Yan Bang himself, there was only one other person who could enter and exit this Intelligent Gate unhindered, and that was Feng Xinglang.
"Lang, don't come over here!"
Yan Bang, whose life was on the line, stopped Feng Xinglang from saving him.
Even if he was to die, Yan Bang did not want to die with him. Maybe Yan Bang's humanity was vicious and vile, but in Feng Xinglang's body, he was glorious and mighty.
Both Xing Shi'er and Xing Ba were startled by the sudden appearance of Feng Xinglang.
If it were a few months ago, cutting Yan Bang up and killing him along the way, it would have been an absolutely wonderful mission.
But at this moment, Xing Shi'er and Xing Ba had no choice but to consider Feng Xinglang's new identity!
The son of the foster father Hetun! And they were all just foster father Hetun's bodyguards and killing tools.
"Stop!"
Feng Xinglang shouted coldly. Seeing Yan Bang, whose clothes were disheveled and blood was flowing profusely, and even raised the blade in his hand … …
"All of you should believe that the way Yan Bang dies today is also the way you all will die in the future!"
Was this a threat? Threatening?
The way a man died after that thing was indeed very shocking.
At that moment, Xing Shi'er and Xing Ba couldn't help but look at each other in dismay.