Chapter 736 The Person Who Sent You to Hell!

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"Bang bang!" Two gunshots sounded, Yan Bang fumbled for the pistol under his pillow, and began to fight back at the attacker.

Dare to act wildly on his strict territory, there is only one result: come in vertically, and go out horizontally.

He can't let others be presumptuous on his territory!

In the firelight, a black figure crawled down; judging from the sound of the bullet hitting, it should have hit. It just didn't hit home.

It was Xing Ba who was hit. He thought that Yan Bang was not easy to deal with, but he didn't expect Yan Bang's counterattack to be so fast.

Yan Bang fought back fiercely, thus revealing his hiding place.

Xing Twelve took off the thermal infrared imager on his face, and pulled out a gleaming dagger from his calf.

Xing Twelve doesn't like hot weapons very much, but prefers cold weapons. He likes to use a knife. All kinds of knives.

The gun in Yan Bang's hand has no fear at all for him. He just appeared in front of Yan Bang coldly.

Yan Bang's first reaction was to shoot back...

The moment Yan Bang pulled the trigger, the dagger in Xing Twelve's hand was also thrown out. At the same time, his figure moved away like a ghost.

The bullet failed to hit Xing Twelve; but the dagger thrown by Xing Twelve hit Yan Bang's arm holding the gun.

Xing Twelve told Yan Bang in a bloody way: Your gun may not be as fast as my dagger!

The gun fell to the ground, and Yan Bang stretched out his left hand reflexively to pick it up; but a long black leg stepped on the gun. Then with an elegant hook kick, the pistol slid across the floor in a long straight line, and finally crashed against the wall.

Outside the door of the living room, there was already a bustle of voices. A high-precision fingerprint lock trapped Yan Bang in his living room.

The group of close bodyguards were not completely stupid, and some people had already begun to try to climb the window.

"Who are you guys?" Yan Bang sternly asked Xing Twelve who was staring at him leisurely.

"The one who sent you to hell!"

After passing through the voice changer, Xing Twelve's voice was gloomy. Without the usual childish whiteness, it was full of bloodthirsty hostility.

"Kill me, and you don't want to jump off!"

Yan Bang hissed in a low voice, looking for an ambush opportunity while delaying time.

"Whether we walk out or fly out, then you don't need to come to Chaoxin!"

Xing Twelve slowly pulled out a slightly curved machete from his waist. But when he thought of the alternative mission of his adoptive father Hetun, he inserted his beloved scimitar back.

"Are you dead? If you're not dead, come here and get down to business!"

He hissed lowly towards Xing Ba who had already stood up. The so-called doing business is to cut off Yan Bang's tools for committing crimes.

Dare to blaspheme his Xing Mu's son, it is a matter of digging his own grave. Perhaps only by cutting off Yan Bang's tool for committing crimes can he slightly dissipate his anger in Hetun.

Of course Xing Twelve was reluctant to dirty his beloved knife. So, he handed over this glorious task to Xing Ba.

Xing Ba was shot. There was already blood spilling from the chest near the right shoulder. It's just that he's wearing black, so it doesn't look too obvious.

"I'll hold them back, hurry up!"

Someone had already climbed onto the sizzling windowsill. Xing Twelve picked up the ashtray on the coffee table, and precisely smashed it on the shiny forehead that poked his head in.

"Ah..." With a shrill scream, the muscular man who managed to climb up to the windowsill was ruthlessly thrown down by an ashtray. Although the fifth floor is not too high, it is enough for him to lie in the hospital for ten days and a half months.

While Xing Twelve was dealing with his subordinates, Yan Bang jumped up like a trapped cheetah, and pounced on Xing Ba who was slashing at him with a dagger in his hand.

Yan Bang didn't avoid the dagger that Xing Ba chopped over, but gave Xing Ba a hard hit by sacrificing his own flesh and blood.

A 100-kilogram living creature bumped into it, and the thin Xing Ba obviously couldn't stand it; he wanted to kick Yan Bang in the air, but was pushed back alive by Yan Bang.

With a bounce, Xing Bacai stabilized his body; but Yan Bang himself hit the wall due to inertia.

Xing Bayi failed to control Yan Bang for a while, which aroused Xing Twelve's dissatisfaction. His lightning speed seemed to drift over, aiming at Yan Bang's throat with a sharp knife...

For Yan Bang, it was the reaction speed for survival. At the moment when Xing Twelve's scimitar flashed coldly, he instinctively turned his face slightly to avoid his deadly throat; Xing Twelve's sharp knife slid across half of Yan Bang's cheek, and immediately blood A piece came out.

Of course Yan Bang didn't want to die, and he didn't want to die in vain without knowing why.

This is still his own Dragon City. If he just died in his lair, wouldn't it make everyone in Shencheng laugh out loud? In fact, other people's big teeth have nothing to do with him. He didn't want to die like this, without even seeing Feng Xinglang for the last time.

Xing Ba, who had just been successfully attacked by Yan Bang, seemed a little uneasy. He flew over in anger and slammed Yan Bang's strong body against the wall again.

With a sound of "stab", Xing Twelve's sharp machete slipped away from Yan Bang's belt, his trousers were half down, and most of his man's underwear could already be seen.

"Hurry up!"

Xing Twelve took half a step back, and handed over the next glorious task to Xing Ba. Xing Twelve is more advocating the way of letting others die cleanly, rather than the dirty way of cutting people like this.

At the moment when Xing Ba raised the knife and dropped it, the smart door was opened.

The person who came was Feng Xinglang!

In this smart door, besides Yan Bang himself, there is another person who can enter and exit unimpeded, that is Feng Xinglang.

"Lon, don't come here!"

Yan Bang, whose life was already hanging by a thread, blocked Feng Xinglang's rescue.

Even if he wanted Yan Bang to die, he didn't want Feng Xinglang to be buried with him. Maybe Yan Bang's human nature is cruel and vile, but in Feng Xinglang's body, he is glorious and great.

Facing Feng Xinglang's sudden appearance, Xing Twelve and Xing Ba were startled.

If it had been a few months ago, cutting off Yan Bang and killing Feng Xinglang by the way would have been a natural and wonderful task.

But today, Xing Shier and Xing Ba have to worry about Feng Xinglang's new identity!

The son of foster father Hetun! And they are just adopted sons of foster father Hetun, referred to as bodyguards and killing tools.

"stop!"

Feng Xinglang scolded coldly. Seeing Yan Bang, who was disheveled and bloody, returned the knife held sideways in Xing Ba's hand...

"You should believe that Yan Bang's death today will also be your own death in the future!"

Is this intimidation? Or intimidation?

The way a man died after being cut off by that thing is indeed very appalling.

Now and then, Xing Twelve and Xing Ba couldn't help but look at each other...