Since returning from the mountain gate at the age of 15, I have fought many fights with Zhou Zheng and Chen Chong.

But for me, it was a "joking" thing, because I kept in mind the lesson of Master's heart. "What I learned in the mountain gate is not to let you fight bravely with ordinary people. If so, don't recognize you as my disciple. Of course, in the crisis of life and death, then use all means."

Later on, even though I was no longer recognized by him as a disciple, I still did this matter as he said.

Not only this matter, it should be many things, right?

The cat demon incident broke my rules, because it was already a life-and-death crisis, right? But this is indeed the first time I took the initiative to take the knife with someone.

I thought I would be scruples, but the moment the knife was swung out, my heart was calm, otherwise I would be kind and not take action. Once I took action, I should be decisive.

As for, there is only one standard for measuring this matter, that is, you only need to be right.

This word "口" includes comprehensive judgments in situations, emotions, principles, and even morality, rather than simple right and wrong.

Once determined, hesitation is ridiculous.

So my hands were very stable, and the sword light he brought was as fast as a light. My eyes were also cold. I only knew that I had to escape from this predicament.

Facing the knife I suddenly waved out, the fierce man finally had three points of concern on his face, and then he was shocked because the speed of the knife was so fast that he could not avoid it. In a hurry, he could only choose to block his abdomen with his arms and then block my knife.

"Brush", the knife that was originally stabbed into the abdomen of a fierce man was blocked and tweaked by his arms. Under his great strength, my arm also tilted, and the original stabbed action turned into a stroke across his arms.

Both of them were real fights, and no one would retain any strength or speed. Although the movements were deformed, the force passed by was not small. As the knife passed, bright red blood immediately emerged from under the skin, and the flesh rolled up along the trajectory of the blood.

This wound is definitely not shallow.

However, the fierce man didn't even frown, and I sighed in my heart, "so cruel". Speaking of which, this is the real person who is good at fighting, right?

This person is a tough guy, and my heart is even colder. If I miss a single blow, what kind of opportunity do I want to create? Time is absolutely impossible to delay. Once the fight starts, I will definitely suffer.

The funny thing is that I have no next chance at all, because in the next second, he dodged, avoided my attack, took out something from his body, and pointed it at me very directly.

I have never eaten pork and seen pigs running. I don’t think he pointed at me with a toy gun. For a man with such temperament, it would be a joke to think that he took out a toy gun to scare you?

"I didn't expect you to recover so soon. There were two brushes that could hurt me." His gun pointed at me, and pushed me into the room and closed the door.

I was silent. No decisive moves meant recklessness. I had to fight hard even when facing a gun. Even if fortune-telling is not worth the money, it was not like this "luxury and wasteful".

I don’t know what he is going to do? Should he kill me now? Or should he threaten me? But if he thinks carefully, the first assumption is impossible. If he wants to kill me, he will have many opportunities in the fight just now.

If so, the situation is not the worst. I calmed down a little bit.

As for what he threatened me to do? It is no longer something to consider now, because I am not a god and cannot stop the bullets, and I have no way to change the situation for the time being.

The cold gun barrel pressed against my forehead, and the fierce man sneered. Then, the cold and stiff butt stock hit my head without hesitation. I just heard a dull "bang". First, a sharp stinging pain came from my brain, and then a dizzy brain as if it had been stirred.

I was broken, and I gritted my teeth and felt a heat flow coming out of my scalp, then wet my hair and flowing through my eyes. The world turned into a bloody color in dizziness. But I stood up hard and straight, still looking at the fierce man without any avoidance.

People should know the current affairs and do things.

But you should not throw away some of your own things for the sake of so-called current affairs, such as "self-esteem" and "conformity". Especially when facing enemies, it is best to stand up straight and have something on your back. It will really be thrown away and will become a habit until there is no more.

And if a person has no such thing, what is the meaning of living in the world? Is it just to live? In the end, it will become a trace of loess and everything becomes empty, will you feel ashamed?

"I don't like your look." Facing my gaze, the man seemed a little angry, and without warning, another gun was smashed into my head.

"Um." I screamed in a low voice, staggered back two steps, and with the support of the table over there, I stood up straight again.

The man looked at me coldly, stuck out his tongue, and licked the wound on his arm, as if only such ridiculous actions could show his fierceness.

"Don't doubt it, this is a real guy." The man saw me standing up straight again, and finally a hint of interesting meaning appeared in his eyes. He shot at the bed in this small hotel. With a muffled sound, a "hole" appeared on the sheet. I put it on the bed and vibrated twice.

"I never doubted it." I wiped the blood from my face, and after recovering, I finally said something. This is also an attitude, and I am not afraid of him.

"If it weren't for time, I really wanted to spend a few moves with you. But now," he raised the gun in his hand, as if he was about to shoot.

I sneered, not afraid at all.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"You are just a businessman, do you dare to kill me?" I pulled off a piece of bed sheet and wiped the blood from my head.

"It's a smart person. However, if you resist more fiercely, I have the right to let you be a disabled person. But that's too troublesome, and you have to find a way to get you out." As he spoke, his eyes returned to cold again, and he also pulled off a piece of bed sheet and bandaged the wound on his hand casually.

Then he said: "Then don't bother each other, come with me. Don't try to resist. I dare to shoot anywhere. Really, I won't lie to you."

I didn't say anything, but just turned around and walked to the bathroom, washed my face and hair. I didn't doubt his words, but it didn't mean I really believed it, and I really didn't dare to resist. As long as I went out on the street, I still had a chance, right?

When I wiped my face and hair clean, the man sneered, thinking that I really recognized the form and would not resist anymore, so he began to urge me to leave.

I walked out of the room without saying a word, but when I walked into the corridor, I asked, "It's a mess here, aren't you afraid of trouble?"

"Do you think you dare to shoot in a downtown city, and the matter of such a small hotel cannot be handled?" He seemed to feel funny.

But my heart was cold and arrogant to this point? Then what kind of existence would my enemy exist? I was struggling alone, really like a helpless lone wolf, facing the overwhelming siege and countless guns alone.

I feel a little sad, but not afraid. If I must die, why not die heroes? At least, I have to see who my real enemy is?

The footsteps echoed in the empty corridor in the afternoon, and I asked, "Who is the boss who sent you? You don't have the courage to say it, right? After all, you are facing a dying fish."

"It doesn't mean you die. Don't try to use this trick on me. Don't say that when you are on the battlefield, even when you are trained, this trick will be useless to me." His voice was full of sarcasm.

However, in this peaceful era, where are the Chinese people who need to go to the battlefield? If there are, there may only be two identities, one is a real soldier, who will provide international aid, but the battlefield you face is definitely not cruel.

Another type of person who is on the front line can only be one identity - a mercenary!

He actually photographed mercenaries to deal with me? What is this?

I was in front, he was in the back, and we began to be silent and walked downstairs of the hotel together.

A young man passed by us with a plastic bag and did not notice us.

My expression did not change at all. As for the mercenary, I naturally didn't notice that the young man we passed by in a very ordinary way, like a very ordinary encounter.

But if the mercenary could sense my heartbeat, he would definitely pass by this ordinary person, and it would be a pity that he could not.

My expression was very calm, but my heart seemed to be about to beating out of my chest, and I passed by for a short time. My eyes just stayed at his collarbone for a few seconds. There was a clear scar.

His identity is so clear that he is the young man who was asked by Qin Hainian to give me something and met me - Zhang Yihui.

I don't know if he recognized me, at least his expression did not change at all. When he passed by me, his eyes did not stay on my face for a second, he walked towards the stairs, and I happened to walk out of the hotel.

The sun was scorching outside the hotel, but my heart was getting colder little by little.

The sun was scorching outside the hotel, but my heart was getting colder little by little.

Just because I found that this remote street was not much crowded, a few people standing in different directions were staring at us coming out of the hotel. The location was vaguely surrounded by a white van parked on the street not far away.

Everything shows that it seems that I don't have many opportunities to escape.
Chapter completed!