The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 179
The old Si over there is still struggling with what Yan Tao looks like.

Young Master Yan walked back to the hotel room with leisurely steps.

When she opened the door with the room card, she paused for a moment, narrowing her peach blossom eyes slowly, and the cool light in the corridor fell into her eyebrows and eyes.

Reveals the sparkling cold.

"Crack." With a sound, the door opened.

Yan Tao raised his legs, stepped into the room, closed the door with his backhand, his obsidian-like peach blossom eyes swept around, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes.

She sighed, her slender legs were wrapped in black trousers, making her look more and more slender as a young man, with a cool and cold temperament like mint.

The young man put one hand in his pocket, his cold lips slightly parted, and a somewhat ethereal voice rang in the empty room, "Money is a good thing, as long as... you can earn it!"

Her voice turned sharp and harsh, and a wicked and cold aura emerged from the young man's handsome face. She raised her leg suddenly, and kicked the sofa in front of her more than ten meters away with an angry and tyrannical force.

There was a scream, and the heavy sofa slammed the vase into pieces. Before the hidden killer could move out, he was dragged to the wall by that huge force, and his stomach was hit hard!
He was the worst, and the other killers jumped out at the same time the moment the boy made a move!
The murderous aura soared, straight to Yan Tao's face.

There were six people in all, all holding pistols in their hands.

Yan Tao lowered her head slightly, and the light reflected her pale face, coupled with her bewitching and cold peach blossom eyes, she showed a bit of morbid beauty.

However, this beauty is far more cruel than the killers imagined.

She hooked her finger hanging by her side, and the killers' ears moved, as if they heard the sound of the wind.

My mind was moved, and then I looked at... where is the person?
"That's it."

Young Master Yan turned around beautifully, raised his foot - kick!

Right in the back!

The killer's pupils shrank suddenly, and he broke out in a cold sweat for a moment, and then felt the viscera vibrate at the same time, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Young Master Yan solved one, then turned around, this time she will not make a move.

With a smile on his face, he leaned back, turned sideways, and spun, all of which were done in a very chic and beautiful way. The killers were shocked to find that all their attacks fell on their own people.

Six to four!

The remaining two looked at each other, the one on the left remained silent, and shot coldly.

There was a muffled sound from the silencer, and the boy raised his arm casually. The killers were horrified to find that the speed of the bullet was slowly decreasing, and finally stopped in mid-air!
The killers who fell on the ground were stunned and opened their mouths wide.

They just looked at the boy, pinching the bullet as easily as pinching a flower petal.

After pinching, he curled his lips at them, showing a smile that could turn all living beings upside down.

The hearts of the killers trembled: Mom, I'm scared... woo woo woo, I'm so scared that I'm about to cry.

Is that human being?
Who can tell them!
Why is a D-level mission so scary!
What about being sincere and not deceiving each other?
My friend, you are so powerful, did your parents make it?

1 minute later.

The killers were strung together into candied gourds, with their hands raised above their heads, squatting obediently on the ground, like kindergarten children, their movements were very consistent.

Except, the bruises on their faces.

Young Master Yan casually hung the rope on the clothes hanger, took out a bottle of iced Coke from the refrigerator, took a few sips and sat on the sofa, tapped his finger on the table, "Speak."

(End of this chapter)