Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The conference room door suddenly opened, and Yakin immediately moved the gun to the barrel and pulled the trigger, rattling away.

swish swish —

Two more throwing knives flew over, but this time the two henchmen were prepared and deflected them with a swift movement of their guns.

Although Sandy's arm was grazed by a bullet, he didn't even flinch. With a sharp look in his eyes, he kicked off with his right foot and pounced forward like a ghost.

The cold light was like snow.

His right hand flashed a blade of light that grazed past his neck.

In an instant!

Blood splattered.

Yakin fired several shots.

Another henchman picked up the butt of the gun and smashed it out.

Caught in a double bind, even Sandy had no choice but to retreat, pulling the corpse of his man whose throat had been slit in front of him as a shield.

"Bastard!"

Seeing his comrades die one by one, the remaining henchman picked up his gun and frantically pulled the trigger, the splattering blood of unknown origin.

The moment he ran out of bullets, he drew the knife from his waist and charged forward.

brush--

Ping Pong —

Ya Jin didn't care about anything else.

At such close range, facing such fast speed, and with the corpse blocking the way, the gun was of little use.

Only close combat can solve the problem.

Just in time.

Yajin's greatest strength lies in close combat.

He drew the retractable iron rod from his waist and charged forward.

The two men attacked Sandy from different directions.

"boom!"

The slashing blade was blocked by a dagger, which was immediately pushed back several centimeters.

Seizing the opportunity, Yakin struck Sandy in the thigh with his stick.

The tip of the stick is sharpened, making it resemble a specially made short gun.

If that gets too solid, the thigh will be ruined immediately.

"bang—"

Sandy, having shaken off the corpse that had been used as a shield, now displayed his full agility.

He held two swords, and the short sword in his left hand calmly tapped the nodule of the stick.

The stick was subjected to force, and its direction changed instantly.

Yakin didn't intend to defeat his enemy in one fell swoop. Sandy was very strong, and he had long anticipated that this attack would not succeed.

Therefore, when Sandy's right hand was unable to exert force, he immediately delivered a knee strike.

Sandy had to retreat, and as a result, his right hand loosened, and his men were not about to let him go.

The flying blades attacked Sandy like a storm.

While you are sick, I will kill you.

Ya Jin's staff technique was also like a series of thunderclaps.

Sandy seemed to be in a predicament as he was gradually forced into a corner of the conference room.

However, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

Ya Jin's heart skipped a beat.

At this time...

"Do you really think my speed is that fast?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sandy transformed into a black shadow.

Oops.

Yakin had a bad feeling. Even he couldn't see it very clearly, let alone...

Sure enough, as soon as he turned his head, he saw Sandy cross his twin swords to block his subordinate's attack, followed by a high-speed spring kick and a merciless throat slit.

Fresh blood, fresh blood.

Hahaha--

A sickly smile appeared on Sandy's face.

"Stab!"

Death march.

Sandy paused for a moment.

Because the henchman whose throat he had slit had actually stabbed him in the side of the abdomen.

A feeling of pain arises.

Was that look in my eyes telling me not to underestimate me?

However, it eventually collapsed.

"go to hell!"

Enraged, Yakin swung his stick down.

It has immense power.

Because he was momentarily stunned, even Sandy, with his speed, didn't have time to dodge, and the short knife couldn't withstand the iron rod.

Sandy's arm sank, and Yakin kicked him hard in the wound.

Kicking the wound—that's one of Yakin's signature moves.

Yakin was enraged after his men were all slaughtered.

Sandy, who was injured, was equally furious.

It's been so long since I've felt this kind of pain.

Ahhhhh!

Stab it!

Ya Jin narrowly took a step back, but his sleeve was still torn.

“You’re a little stronger than I thought. Looks like we can play this game a little longer.” Sandy’s eyes gleamed with an eerie light.

Want to play?

I'm risking my life!

The deputy captain of the guard team.

As long as I kill you, even if the rest of the squad dies, I can rebuild an even stronger team!

Yakin tentatively launched another attack.

Chapter 68 Someone's Above You

"boom!"

The iron bar smashed a dent into the conference room door.

Having missed his first attack, Yakin did not hesitate and immediately retreated.

At that moment, Sandy's dagger slashed across the room with lightning speed. Had Yakin not dodged decisively, that single strike would have severed his arm.

That was close.

Yakin looked at Sandy with a serious expression.

This man put too much pressure on him.

They were formidable opponents he had rarely encountered before.

However, even so, there is still a chance to win.

There's a quick way to deal with it, but once Sandy gets hit, he'll be badly injured.

"boom!"

The iron rod instantly blocked Sandy's attack with his twin swords.

Yakin pushed hard, and taking advantage of the opening, swept his leg, but Sandy easily jumped backward to avoid it.

"I thought you were daydreaming, but it turns out it was just a slip-up." Sandy said expressionlessly, his clothes at the waist stained red with blood, but he didn't care at all.

Yakin's gaze swept over the wound.

This may be the key to his victory.

If you keep dealing with him, the wound won't get healed, and he'll definitely become more and more hostile towards you.

"Looks like you're not just a smooth talker after all; you do have some skills, but that's about it..."

Staring at the wounds on Sandy's body, Yakin swept his staff across.

Even though it had a pointed tip, the shaft of the stick was not long, and Ya Jin dared not use his stabbing spear technique in a direct confrontation.

Draw your opponent into a contest of strength, then kill them in your area of ​​expertise.

"Bang, bang—"

The sound of iron bars clashing with short knives filled the entire spacious conference room.