The Most Powerful Young Man

Night, cold.

A man in a black leather jacket turned a butterfly knife in his hand, his eyes were cold.

He walked briskly and walked into a hotel. A young man on duty quickly got up from a chair, patted his clothes, and put out the cigarette in his hand. He coughed and asked, "Are you staying?"

The man in the leather jacket turned his face and glanced at him, with a chill in his eyes and a smile at the corner of his mouth. When he walked to the front, his steps suddenly accelerated, and the butterfly knife swept across the opponent's neck.

The young man covered his neck, and the blood was kept along the fingers. He wanted to cover the wound with his hand to prevent the blood from flowing out, but this idea was obviously too naive. The arteries were cut. Basically, he wanted to survive. Nothing is possible anymore. What's more, no one came back to rescue him at this time.

The young man was lying on the ground, his body twitching, his eyes were also looking at the man who cut his neck with a butterfly knife. He was really curious about where he had offended him and why he could only work in a hotel. Provoke murder.

Even though he was still bleeding, the man in leather didn't even look at him, just raised his feet upstairs.

Pushing open a door, a silver needle came oncoming.

The man in leather dodged sideways, and the silver needle was directly nailed to the wooden door.

"I knew you didn't sleep." Although the man in leather is a U.S. native, he speaks very fluent Chinese.

Xiao Yao stood up and looked at the man in leather jacket standing at the door with a smile on his face.

"Knowing that you are coming, how can I still dare to sleep?" Xiao Yao said, "If you wipe your neck in your sleep, wouldn't I be very bad?"

"Since you didn't sleep, why didn't you stop me just now? I thought you would show up when I killed someone earlier." The man in leather said.

Xiao Yao shook his head and said, "Look at you. It is totally unreasonable. Even if I want to take action, at least you have to give me a reason to take action? First of all, I have nothing to do with the man downstairs. No, why do you want to shoot? If he is a Chinese, maybe I will take care of it, but unfortunately, I don't have a good impression of the Americans themselves."

The man in leather smiled.

A laugh from the lungs, a serious smile.

"I thought you were a very kind person, because the whole killer world thinks so." He said.

Xiao Yao said: "Being kind doesn't mean that I have to take care of my own affairs and cause trouble for myself. Anyway, I still like to have a good birthday. Cold words, right? Actually, even if I am really unkind, it is better than you. I don’t know how much stronger it is. Originally I thought I was a bad person, but thanks to your presence, I only stepped into the pinnacle of morality. Therefore, I can’t bear to kill you anymore. After all, you are still alive. Set off me."

Sneered coldly.

"Today, you have to die here, so it doesn't matter what kind of person you are. I think in the future, no one will care how much." When speaking coldly, the butterfly in his hand. The knife flashed a cold light, and suddenly, with a light movement of his wrist, the butterfly knife in his hand flew towards Xiao Yao's direction as if it had eyes.

Xiao Yao stretched out his hand, grabbed the Butterfly Knife, and threw it directly in the direction of cold voice.

"A murderer is always killed. Don't you understand this truth?" Xiao Yao said with a smile looking at the sneer that took a few steps back.

Cold words spit on the ground, and said: "This sentence, anyone can tell me, but you alone are not qualified, do you have fewer lives in your hands than mine?"

Xiao Yao shook his head: "Look, when you say this, you seem to be very uneducated. The ones I kill are all people who deserve to be killed. All of them are rapists, otherwise they are just a few. Horror boss, shouldn't people like that deserve to die? I killed them, shouldn't it? I call it a way for heaven!"

"In your Huaxia language, you should be called to seize the moral high ground and reduce your psychological burden?" Coldly sneered.

Xiao Yao suddenly felt that the Chinese language is really good for this guy called Lengyu! Even seize the moral commanding heights.

Well, it doesn't seem to be a foolish guy.

Leng Yu rushed towards Xiao Yao again, and there were two more flying knives in his hand.

Facing the cold talk, Xiao Yao rushed towards the opponent without any hesitation, at the same speed.

Suddenly slammed a fist, and the fist wind blew the cold whisper's hair.

Leng Yu's face changed slightly. Although he hadn't received Xiao Yao's punch yet, the opponent's fist and the sudden burst of momentum from his body still made him a little timid, and he simply avoided the punch. Secretly telling myself that head-to-head with the other party is something a reckless man would do.

However, as for whether he thought the same in his subconscious mind, it is unclear.

After avoiding Xiao Yao's fist, a black pistol suddenly appeared in his hand, and the muzzle was aimed at Xiao Yao's head.

Xiao Yao's face changed slightly, and he quickly took two steps back. The bullet from the opponent's pistol just passed over Xiao Yao's head.

"Fuck, why are you shameless? You still play guns with me?" Xiao Yao looked very angry.

"But, my strength is playing guns!" said coldly grievances, "Look, your strengths are hands-on. If I give you a gun, it will become a burden for you, right. Isn't it right?" He feels that he is now fighting with Xiao Yao for reasons, and every word he utters is very reasonable.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yao immediately stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

Cold language smiled awkwardly: "Look at you, why do you like it so much? Didn't I just make an analogy?"

It is really hard for Xiao Yao to believe that there are such shameless people in this world. When he condemned the cold words in his heart, the other party had raised his wrist again, and another bullet flew in Xiao Yao's direction. Come here, this time it’s the heart. It seems that this cold talk really wants to kill with one blow. The attack place is either the head or the heart. People who don’t know think Xiao Yao and him have any vengeance to kill his father. What about wife's hatred, otherwise is it necessary to be so cruel?

Cold talk is cruel, Xiao Yao is more cruel than him!

When the bullet passed by, Xiao Yao had already rushed in front of Leng Yu, and at the same time he threw a punch again and hit Leng Yu’s chest. The opponent's body slammed against the wall, before he could react. , Xiao Yao kicked it sideways again, but fortunately, this time the cold words reacted, making Xiao Yao jumped into the air, kicked on the wall, and let out a "boom" sound.

The people living next door had already begun to scold his mother at this time. Xiao Yao would definitely be able to understand such simple English.

Although Xiao Yao was a little pity and regret with this kick, he did not feel beyond his expectations. On the contrary, if he succeeded in this blow, he would really feel curious. After all, cold words shouldn't be so weak. .

"I can't imagine that you can hurt the King of Killers with just this little strength?" Xiao Yao said with a sneer, "Is it a sneak attack?"

Originally, Xiao Yao thought that when he said something like this, the other party would be very angry, and then denied what he said, but to his surprise, the cold words actually smiled shamelessly and said : "I'm just a killer, and I'm not a master of martial arts, do I have to follow the same martial ethics as you ignorant Chinese people?"

Xiao Yao sighed, "You can have no martial ethics, but at the very least, do you have to point your face?"

As he spoke, murderous intent was already in his eyes.

He really couldn't bear the attitude of the other party, and he looked righteous after doing such a shameless thing.

Although the personality between Leng Yu and Xiao Yao is quite surprised, at least, they both have the same mind now-kill each other!

Leng Yu quickly launched a stormy counterattack against Xiao Yao. It was just his counterattack. Although the momentum was very strong, it seemed to Xiao Yao, who had entered the realm of breaking the sky, it was simply tickle. At such a distance, Even though Cold Talk's marksmanship was very good, at this time, the pitch-black pistol had already become a display.

Perhaps, for Cold Talk, instead of firing this pistol, it is better to throw it out in the roughest way to see if Xiao Yao can be smashed to death.

It also worked so hard to kill the man on duty before he went upstairs with cold talk. Otherwise, at this time, I am afraid that the police would have heard the news. From this point, it can also be seen that cold talk is actually a People who are very thoughtful will never do anything meaningless. In fact, any killer is like this.

In the world of killers, to kill means that you are working. Killing someone who can't make money is simply an insult to your profession.

Leng Yu threw a fist again, Xiao Yao stretched out his hand, squeezed the opponent's fist, and then squeezed hard.

With a "click", Xiao Yao twisted his cold-spoken wrist abruptly.

At this moment, Leng Yu's body trembled, and his forehead was full of sweat. After taking a deep breath, he also punched again. In fact, he did not intend to directly hit Xiao Yao with this punch. Lie down, but plan to use this method to force the opponent back, so that you have a chance to breathe.

Although the idea is very good, in Xiao Yao's view, such an idea is simply a joke.

When Cold Talk shook his fist again, Xiao Yao unsurprisingly grabbed the opponent's wrist.

With a "click" again, the wrist of the other hand was also broken.

Cold words sweat like rain.

(I’m busy with the network cable almost all day today-Telecom’s network cable is really scumbag!)