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Chapter 300 Rush to the crown, bloodbath Dragon Casino! (3)

He didn't believe that this Asian boy who was half a head shorter than him could beat him.

Therefore, although there was a gun, Bai Mao didn't use it.

What he held vertically in his hand was a slanted-edged dagger densely covered with serrations.

Following Baimao's growl, the dagger drew a sharp arc in the air.

Its speed is obvious.

To be able to become a small overlord, Baimao naturally has his strength.

Lifting his foot, he kicked a thug who was rushing towards him, and Murong Lin drew his knife to meet his dagger.

Bang!
The long knife and dagger hit countless sparks in the air, and they were directly connected in one place.

With his eyes wide open, Bai Mao directly raised the strength in his hands, trying to overwhelm Murong Lin with his own strength.

Baimao, who is nearly two meters tall and weighs close to two hundred, does have his own advantages in strength.

The long knife was pressed down by him little by little.

From between the strands of hair, he stared at the ferocious dark face that was close at hand.
Murong Lin's lips curved into a sneer.

Withdrawing the knife sharply, his body flashed lightly, and the man had already circled behind Bai Mao.

Baimao turned around quickly.

Bai Mao's speed is good, but compared to Murong Lin, his speed is still slow.

In terms of strength, Murong Lin may be slightly worse than him.
But the speed, he was far behind Murong Lin.

Like Mo Chou, Murong Lin also learned martial arts since childhood.

Chinese martial arts have never paid attention to absolute power.

It is a kind of knowledge that can maximize human potential.

Throwing back violently, Murong Lin hit the handle of the knife directly on Baimao's side -- that's where the kidney is.

There was a sharp pain in his body, and Bai Mao fell uncontrollably.

Turning around and spitting out the knife, Murong Lin's knife tip directly touched Baimao's side neck.

This person, he knows.

He is Fuhong's subordinate, so he must know where Mochou is? !

"Where is Mochou?!"

Murong Lin asked coldly.

Behind the stunned thugs around, Baimao's younger brother, Johnny quietly took out the pistol on his waist.

The black muzzle of the gun was slowly lifted up, aiming silently at Murong Lin's back.

(End of this chapter)