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The enemy is the one who should be concerned about safety now!

Linheji.

With a deafening roar, a small hill was reduced to ashes, and yet another bandit stronghold vanished.

"Twin Eagles, what are you thinking about?"

Yan Shuanglong suddenly asked.

Yan Shuangying sighed softly, "I'm thinking of my master, he..."

Yan Shuanglong frowned: "Is there something wrong with this number one hero of Guandong?"

Yan Shuangying nodded: "There is indeed a problem. On the surface, he is very righteous, but in reality, he moves between various forces and has connections with bandits and Japanese."

Yan Shuanglong frowned even more deeply upon hearing this.

Yan Biao snorted: "I didn't expect him to be this kind of person? Back then, the one I risked my life to protect was this kind of trash?! Hmph, Eagle, leave this matter to me. I doubt you could bring yourself to do it."

Yan Shuangying nodded: "Then Dad, please be careful."

Yan Biao laughed: "Don't worry, your father has seen all kinds of storms."

Having said that, he soared into the clouds to find Bu Ying.

Yan Shuangying's expression was complicated, and it took him a long time to look away.

If his master, Bu Ying, had only hurt him, he wouldn't have reacted so strongly.

However, the master is clearly a traitor who betrays the people and speaks out against the country for his own benefit.

This is something he cannot tolerate.

Traitor!

Absolutely can't stay!

As Yan Biao's son, he shares his father's personality and is very strict in this regard.

Small mistakes can be made, but big mistakes are absolutely unacceptable!

"Let's go," Yan Shuanglong sighed. "The bandits have been dealt with enough; it's time to teach the Japanese a lesson. Hmph! Blood debts must be repaid in blood!"

Yan Shuangying snapped out of his reverie, nodded slightly, and looked into the distance with sharp eyes: "Yes, it's the Japanese's turn!"

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Chapter 829 The Vengeful Demon, Good and Evil Will Eventually Be Rewarded (2/5, Please Subscribe)

"Bu Jun is truly an outstanding person, and it is a pleasure to work with him!"

"You flatter me, sir!"

With a broad smile, Bu Ying saw the Japanese general off at the door, his heart filled with joy.

"It's so easy to make money off the Japanese!"

Just now, he finalized another deal with the Japanese and earned tens of thousands of silver dollars.

As for the price, it was, of course, betraying some former comrades.

"Tch, with money, who would want to associate with those poor bastards!"

He was a hero, fighting against bandits and Japanese, and was so poor that he ate cornbread every day.

He was really fed up with this kind of life.

Since betraying his friends and the interests of the country, he has made a fortune and is living a life of luxury.

Money is truly a wonderful thing.

Although he sometimes feels a pang of unease or a sense of conscience when he wakes up in the middle of the night.

But just thinking about the piles of silver, the delicious delicacies, and the beauties you can have at will...

He completely forgot about things like "990".

boom!

In the darkness of night, a loud bang suddenly rang out, as if a heavy object had fallen to the ground.

Startled, Bu Ying moved with the speed of a hawk, hiding in the corner.

Peeking out, I saw the Japanese man who had just been chatting and laughing with me lying motionless on the ground.

"Sir?" Bu Ying called out softly.

"No need to scream!"

A cold voice rang out, and the next moment, a dark figure appeared on the wall.

Bu Ying was startled and immediately drew his gun and fired.

But when they pulled, they found nothing.

The newcomer gently twitched his fingers, and a black object hovered above them—his sidearm.

"The gun is with me!"

Bu Ying's eyes narrowed.

The person who came is really amazing.

He, the number one swordsman in Guanzhong, didn't even know when he lost his pistol.

This person is definitely the strongest I've ever encountered since my debut.

"Who are you?" Bu Ying's gaze was sharp.

"Who am I? Heh!" the newcomer chuckled. "Don't you recognize my voice?"

The person turned around, letting the moonlight shine on their face.

Under the moonlight, the newcomer's face appeared clearly in Bu Ying's eyes.

Just one glance was enough to terrify Bu Ying.

"You, you... Yan Biao, are you a human or a ghost?!"

He remembers it very clearly.

Yan Biao had died long ago, along with his wife and children, at the hands of bandits.

Only Yan Shuangying remained in the Yan family, who was eventually taken in as a disciple by Bu Ying and became a pawn in his hands.

The sudden appearance of someone who had long been dead is truly terrifying.

Yan Biao scoffed, "That's not important, you're going to die soon anyway!"

As he spoke, he gently landed on the ground and slowly approached Bu Ying.

"I tried to protect you out of kindness, but I ended up with my family destroyed and my life ruined. And you, instead of being a decent person, you became a traitorous dog!"

“Bu Ying, when you think of those comrades you betrayed, do you feel even a little bit of remorse?”

Yan Biao was like a wounded tiger, his eyes filled with a ferocious, man-eating light.

He absolutely hated traitors.

Even if you were to tear this kind of person to pieces, it would still be difficult to quell their hatred.

"conscience?"

Bu Ying suddenly laughed, "What's a conscience worth? If I still had a conscience, would I be living in such a big house now?"

Bu Ying straightened up, looked Yan Biao over, and radiated confidence and composure.

"You should know that I am the number one swordsman in Guanzhong."

"Know!"

"Then why do you still dare to get so close?" Bu Ying sneered. "Even after dying once, you're still just as stupid!"

As he spoke, a flash of cold light appeared, and in an instant it was right in front of Yan Biao's throat.

"It's simply a way to die!"

Bu Ying sneered, feeling smug and self-satisfied.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, filled with disbelief.

Suddenly, Yan Biao's hand appeared miraculously in front of his throat, clamping the cold glint of light between his fingers.

It was a throwing knife with a chilling gleam.

It was the elusive flying knife technique of the greatest hero in Guanzhong.

With the ability to train Yan Shuangying, a half-human, half-ghost, and the number one marksman, Bu Ying's spear skills and martial arts are naturally extraordinary.

However, he encountered no ordinary person, but Yan Biao, who was at the True Qi Realm.

His extraordinary skills, which were remarkable among ordinary people, were nothing more than child's play in Yan Biao's eyes.

"How can it be!"

Bu Ying's voice trembled.