Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 353
"Drunk Kun?"

The army stared at him, feeling angry.

He made it like this because of this bad boy.

The gate had a dark face and kept walking, staring at the army coldly.

It was this guy who hurt him in front of his junior, and it was that annoying junior of Mantis.

This is a great shame!

This person must die!

Dajun staggered to his feet, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the Taidao stuck in front of him.

Ten gunmen around raised their guns and aimed at his chest and abdomen, while the bright flashlight pointed directly at his face, blinding him.

After snapping their fingers, Mantis looked at them quietly. The gunmen lowered their muzzles and flashlights uniformly, and only illuminated a bright area between the army and the gate.

Dajun looked around, gritted his teeth, raised his sword and rushed towards the gate.

Holding the Taidao in both hands, standing in front of the gate, staring directly at the rushing army, motionless.

When he rushed to the front, the army swung his sword and slashed down on his head.

The gate suddenly turned from stillness, and one step forward, the Taidao simply turned one block and one, and the Dajun's Taidao was blocked, and the blade of the gate went straight down along his blade, slashing at his neck.

If he is chopped down by this knife, his head will fall to the ground.

However, the knife at the gate did not go down because a hand grabbed the handle of his knife.

His pupils shrank, and a white palm appeared from the door to the handle of the knife, firmly grasping his knife, and the blade stopped instantly on Dajun's shoulder, and the blade cut through his skin, but because the scar was too thin, The blood could only seep out slowly, and only a few drops of blood oozed from the wound.

Looking at the gate to the right along the palm of his hand, he was inexplicably horrified.

He knew how powerful his sword was, and the visitor actually blocked his sword with only one hand, which showed that there was a huge gap in the strength of the two sides.

What's more, he didn't notice when the owner of the palm approached him at all!
On his right side, a man with long hair combed back looked at him proudly, as if looking at a humble ant.

Swish!

The gunmen who found that there was one more person raised their guns one after another, and all the strong flashlights were aimed at the man's face, which illuminated the man's face in white.

The pupils contracted into two long and narrow slits. Tu Beihuan looked around coldly, his expression unchanged, obviously not paying attention to these people.

Lan Zuikun saw the seriousness of the matter, he didn't dare to speak again, he shrank his head, moved his feet a little bit, trying to get away.

Suddenly, a big hand pressed on his shoulder, and Lan Zuikun trembled, almost sat down on the ground.

Mantis grabbed Lan Zuikun's shoulder, pushed him aside, held the big sword, took two steps forward, and asked Tu Beihuan in a cold voice, "Who are you?"

Tu Huanhuan was slightly shorter than him, but she raised her head arrogantly, looked down at him, and said with a sneer, "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is him."

He glanced at the army who was staggering up while clutching the wound on his left hand, and rushed to the door beside him and asked, "He's my man, you want to kill him?"

The side of the gate was twitching, and while Tu Huanhuan was speaking, he had been secretly trying to grab the knife.

But Tu Huanhuan firmly grasped the knife with only one hand, no matter how he pulled it, the blade would not move at all.

Exhaling lightly, he relaxed his strength, and just about to speak, he heard the praying mantis behind him speak again: "Answer my question."

Stupid!

The gate almost cursed, couldn't that guy see that there was something wrong with this person?
Mantis stared at Tu Huanhuan, and took another step forward.

His eyes were no longer indifferent as before, but reflected a bright light, full of raging fighting spirit.

"interesting."

Tu Beihuan looked at him with a half-smile, raised his eyes to the broad leaves above his head, and lazily shouted: "The two above come down too!"

Mantis tightened his right hand holding the scabbard, and he actually discovered Yin Ren's stealth?
You know, Qi and Thirteen went ashore hiding on the side of the speedboat, and even the drunken Kun who was driving the boat didn't notice their hiding, and this man saw through it at a glance.

Could it be that he was the reason why the head summoned them to Xianggang?
The two Yin Ren did not show up, but the confrontation between the two sides became more and more tense.

Damen's thoughts turned sharply, he suddenly let go of his hand, took two steps back, and distanced himself from Tu Beihuan.

This man is obviously difficult to deal with, even if they besieged and killed them together, they would probably have to pay a heavy price.

The order of the head is their first priority, there is no need to add extra details here.

He chose to show weakness.

"You can take him away."

The door stared at Tu Huanhuan.

"Of course I'll take him with me."

Tu Beihuan shook the blade horizontally, stroked the blade slowly with two fingers, and asked slowly, "But what about the fact that you injured him?"

Hearing this, the mantis took a step forward.

The gate raised his hand and turned to stare at him fiercely.

Looking at him, the mantis snorted and took back the steps it had taken.

Looking at Tu Beihuan again, the door said seriously: "You take him away, and what happened tonight has never happened."

"Are you talking about conditions with me? Reptiles?"

Tu Beihuan sneered, staring at him and narrowing his eyes: "You cut off two fingers of my hand, I want your hand, will you come or I will come?"

Damen took a deep breath and said seriously: "You are provoking a warrior!"

"warrior?"

Tu Beihuan shrugged, spread his hands and said, "Aren't they all ants?"

The door closed its mouth, and the atmosphere became tense again.

"It seems that you don't want to, so I have to do it myself."

Tu Beihuan wiped the blade and blew away a drop of blood in the blood groove. Suddenly, he saw the pattern on the blade guard and let out a hush.

Afterwards, he scrutinized the pattern of the thin rope on the handle of the knife, looked towards the gate and asked, "Are you from the Jiuju school?"

Seeing him call out his name, the door was stunned, but he still nodded and admitted: "Yes."

"I thought it was a Shinto brat, but it turned out to be one of my own..."

Tu Beihuan muttered softly, his eyes flickering.

He glanced at the praying mantis who was staring at him, pointed to Lan Zuikun who was hiding aside and said, "Give him to me, and I'll let you go."

Seeing him pointing in his direction, Lan Zuikun couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, looked left and right, found no one around him, and immediately widened his eyes.

The gate looked at him. Although the snakehead was still needed to pick up the rest of the crew on the big ship, in this case, it was not unacceptable to hand him over.

"Bring him here."

He gave an order, and the two gunmen stepped forward, lifted both arms of the flustered Drunken Kun, and carried him to him.

"He's yours."

The door was pushed, Lan Zui Kun staggered two steps, and almost bumped into the blade in Tu Huanhuan's hand.

Swallowing his saliva nervously, Drunken Kun said with a smile: "Boss, I haven't seen it before, a little unfamiliar? What do you want from my younger brother?"

"A few questions for you."

Tu Huanhuan put the knife on his shoulder, and Drunk Kun was so frightened that half of his body went limp, and hurriedly begged L: "Brother, if you have something to say, I have an 80-year-old mother and a child who is a few months old! "

"To shut up."

Tu Beihuan leaned against him, came to the side, and asked in a low voice, "You know all the ghosts from Shi'ao, right?"

"Know some."

Lan Zuikun nodded with a bitter face: "I always listen to what others say."

"Let me ask you, has there been a dead body of a child in the waterway here recently?"

(End of this chapter)