The best perspective expert

Chapter 257 A Little Ant

Ran?

Han Zhenyang really didn't expect the man in the windbreaker to run away so simply.

He was ready for a hard fight, but his opponent turned around and ran away, which made him feel like he was punching cotton.

But isn't it rude to just run away like this?

Han Zhenyang sneered, jumped up and followed.If it was an ordinary enemy, he would just run away, and he didn't care, but this man in the windbreaker was going after Mr. Xue, and if he didn't get rid of this man, Mr. Xue would always be in danger, and he couldn't do it every day. Guard Mr. Xue, right?

His speed was much faster than that of the man in the windbreaker, and he rushed behind the man in the windbreaker in a few strides, like walking on flat ground in the rugged wasteland.

"You, why are you so fast?" The man in the windbreaker thought that his unexpected retreat could throw Han Zhenyang away. In the dark night, in the wilderness, he would throw away his opponent, so he almost didn't have to worry about being caught up.

He started quickly and used "hidden weapons" as a cover. He thought he could get away from Han Zhenyang by more than 20 meters. This distance was already a safe distance in the dark.

But he didn't expect to throw away, but he was caught up in an instant.

When he heard the sound of footsteps, he looked back and saw Han Zhenyang's vigorous figure. He felt incredible at the time: How did he do it?
Han Zhenyang sneered, "Want to learn? Get caught, I'll teach you—"

"Teach you to be paralyzed," the man in the windbreaker changed direction several times in a row without throwing Han Zhenyang away, but stepped on the air and almost fell a dog to eat him. He was annoyed, but he was even more angry when he was teased by Han Zhenyang, and he didn't even yell at him. Running away, turning back is just a kick, and the momentum is similar to the tiger-tailed kick that Han Zhenyang used before.

Naturally, Han Zhenyang would not stumble on this kind of trick. He accelerated the moment the man in the windbreaker turned around, and jumped directly to the side of the man in the windbreaker. The tip draws an arc and stabs firmly at the back vest of the man in the windbreaker.

This is exactly the Mopan elbow in Taijiquan. It is a horizontal elbow strike with strong penetrating power, which is aimed at the chest and back of the opponent.

This elbow was subtle and fierce, and the man in the windbreaker didn't react at all.If the man in the windbreaker didn't move, the elbow would hit his shoulder, but he just used his tiger-tailed foot, and turned sideways to show Han Zhenyang his back.

If this opportunity is still not seized, will Han Zhenyang still have the face to see his master?

With a firm elbow, the man in the trench coat staggered forward with a muffled grunt and fell forward. Although he got up again immediately, his breathing was obviously not smooth, and there was faint blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he wiped it away indistinctly. He thought that Han Zhenyang would not be able to see what he was doing, but he didn't know that his every move fell into Han Zhenyang's eyes, and even his injuries were clearly seen by Han Zhenyang.

Han Zhenyang was also a little surprised. He thought that this elbow would burst the windbreaker man's heart, but he didn't expect that it only hurt the lungs and the heart was intact.

This person's physical fitness is abnormal!

He looked the man in the windbreaker up and down, and said at the same time: "Surrender, for the sake of your skill is not bad, spare your life, if you tell me why Xue Zhian was kidnapped, I can decide to let you go."

"You don't know?" The man in the windbreaker asked suspiciously, "Aren't you from the Gongmen?"

"Oh?" Han Zhenyang blinked, "You mean, Xue Zhi'an is still related to Gongmen?"

"Hmph, talk to me? You're still a little young," the man in the windbreaker suddenly stopped talking, and persuaded instead: "It seems that you really don't know. I advise you to stay out of it. It's important, but not everyone is qualified to mix, and you won't know how to die if you are careful."

"How big is it?" Han Zhenyang curled his lips in disdain, "Xue Zhi'an is only good at writing and painting, no matter how high his level is, he is no more than a calligrapher and painter. It is dispensable to the public, unless he knows some great secrets , but if he can really hold some great secret, the public can let you arrest him?"

"The ignorant are fearless," the man in the windbreaker sneered, "It seems that you really didn't know anything and got involved in it. Poor thing, you're about to die..."

When Han Zhenyang heard this, he suddenly became interested, "Oh, tell me why I am dying?"

"Do you know how many people are looking for old man Xue now? As far as I know, there are three other groups besides the public. Each group is an existence that ordinary people can't afford to mess with. Although they are not state agencies, they are very powerful. The armed forces have even surpassed those of some small countries, and the number of masters they have recruited is even greater."

"Oh? How tall is a master? Is it as tall as you?" Han Zhenyang asked with great interest, seeming to be attracted by the man in the windbreaker.

"What kind of expert am I? At most, I'm an ant," the man in the windbreaker sneered, "So I advise you not to get involved in this matter, otherwise not only will you die, but your family will not be spared either. .”

"But after talking about it, you still haven't said what secret Joker Xue has."

"This secret..." the man in the windbreaker suddenly lowered his voice as he spoke.

"Continue?" Han Zhenyang moved closer and urged.

"You must not tell others..." the man in the windbreaker continued in a low voice.

"I promise not to tell anyone but me," Han Zhenyang swore.

"This secret is of great importance, not only related to the life and death of a super family, but also related to a huge amount of wealth," the man in the windbreaker lowered his voice, as if someone else was eavesdropping on him.

Hearing this, Han Zhenyang snorted a little boringly, "Boring, how can there be any super family in China? Huge wealth? How huge can it be? Hundreds of millions? Billions? It's boring, forget it, don't talk about it, I don't want to listen."

"These are just incidental, the big head is, it is..."

"What is it?"

"Yes……"

The man in the windbreaker's voice was so low that Han Zhenyang couldn't help but listen to it.

Just as Han Zhenyang approached, the man in the windbreaker stabbed Han Zhenyang's lower abdomen with his tightly clenched right hand, and there was a wooden stick in his empty hand, which he picked up when Han Zhenyang knocked him down just now. .

He said so much in a mysterious way, just to attract Han Zhenyang, and then hit him hard.In the hands of a master of this level, an ordinary wooden stick is no different from a sharp dagger, a stick is just as fatal, and the wound is even more terrifying than a dagger.

In order to win this opportunity, he even did not hesitate to reveal some real secrets. Although what he said just now is somewhat false, part of it is true. Only real things can attract Han Zhenyang, and only real things can make Han Zhenyang so defenseless .

Only in this way can he have a chance to realize the Jedi counter-kill.

Seeing Han Zhenyang approaching unsuspectingly, his heart suddenly became extremely happy. The frustration of being ravaged by Han Zhenyang before was emptied with a smile, leaving only the pleasure of revenge. If he hadn't succeeded yet, he would have laughed out loud up.

(End of this chapter)