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At the time of the explosion, all the dust had been suspended in the air about ten centimeters from the ground. Although there was some dust, it was not very thick, allowing Meng Fan to see some of it.

From the looks of the ground, Meng Fan was the only person in the room. There was no one around, but at the entrance, there were two or three feet standing, as if they were waiting for something.

Seeing all of this, Meng Fan's heart clenched. He didn't dare to delay any further. If the dust settled, the other party would charge in. In such a narrow space, even Meng Fan wouldn't be able to escape unscathed.

Currently, the dust in the room had yet to disperse, and Meng Fan was able to see the person through the gap below. Not daring to delay any further, he used one hand to cover his nose and mouth.

In the face of such a threat, Meng Fan didn't hold back at all. The dagger in his hand cut through the throat of his opponent without pausing. Blood sprayed out, forming a mist of blood in the air.

The sudden appearance of Meng Fan immediately caused a commotion among the surrounding people. With shouts of surprise and murder sounding out, more and more people charged toward Meng Fan. Each of them raised the weapons in their hands as they mercilessly greeted Meng Fan.

At first, Meng Fan was only able to see a few people at the door through the crack. However, when he truly rushed out of the room, he was greatly frightened by what he saw.

At a glance, they were all densely packed with heads. Meng Fan could not help but click his tongue at the sight of these people, but Meng Fan could not do anything about it. After all, it was impossible to return to his room, and the door had already been blown open, so if Meng Fan were to return to his room, it would be no different from waiting for his death.

Right now, he could only brace himself and charge out. Otherwise, there wouldn't be much difference between waiting here and waiting for his death.

Even so, the process of Meng Fan's escape was quite difficult. Facing the dense crowd in front of him, Meng Fan truly regretted his plan. Even he hadn't imagined that so many people would come to the hotel to surround him.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bam!"

Meng Fan's movements became more and more serious. He did not wave his hand to attack, and every step he took was like a giant cauldron that weighed a thousand kilograms, and every step he took brought with it dark red blood. In just a few minutes, Meng Fan was standing in the corridor, and the ground was covered with blood.

The sound of fighting and killing rang out in the corridor. The youths surrounded the area, but because the corridor was narrow, they were not allowed to charge in. They could only crowd around and curse Meng Fan angrily.

Among these people were foreigners with blonde hair and blue eyes, black bodies, and Asian people with black pupils and black hair. They had roped almost every species in the world, as if they were going to have a world gathering.

Although there were quite a few people around, they were definitely not from the same faction. From the angry curses of the people outside, it seemed that there were at least a dozen or so people from the factions in the corridor. Although they had not started fighting yet, it was still quite a discordant situation as the corridors filled with people.

The people surrounding Meng Fan didn't seem to be in the slightest bit of disharmony. Instead, they all glared angrily at Meng Fan. Based on their appearances, they didn't even have the time to think about how many people would try to take Meng Fan down, and had yet to make a move to start a fight with someone from the other powers.

To this, Meng Fan felt bitter in his heart. How could he have imagined that he would be surrounded by so many people? Although he was skilled, he did not have the confidence to deal with a few hundred people. If it weren't for the narrow corridors and the hundreds of people charging in, even if Meng Fan transformed into Ultraman, he would probably have been chopped into meat paste.

Meng Fan had no choice but to brace himself and fight back. Every time he attacked, he would be fatally injured, and would not hold back in the slightest. As long as someone was hit by Meng Fan's attack, they would fall to the ground, or die.

Compared to the experiences of mercenaries and assassins, Meng Dan's ability to deal with so many people at the same time was not something an ordinary person could compare to. Although it was very difficult for him to do so, he could at least maintain his position for a bit or two.

After all, there were too many enemies in the corridor, and Meng Fan was only one person. No matter how skilled he was, he wouldn't be able to take care of so many people.

For a time, the sounds of battle in the corridor completely concealed Meng Fan's presence. With Meng Fan at the center, a group of people brandished their weapons, looking extremely aggressive. If anyone else saw this scene, they would definitely be scared stiff.

Although Meng Fan had a look of helplessness on his face, he was barely able to withstand their attacks. Even so, he was still called out a few times, and his body was covered with blood. It was impossible to tell if it was his own or someone else's.

"F * ck!" So much trouble? " At this moment, the elevator in the corridor slowly opened with a "ding" sound. A line of six to seven youths looked at the people who blocked the corridor and exclaimed.

At the same time, the appearance of these people also attracted the attention of others. As soon as the elevator door opened, a few blonde, blue-eyed, foreign men, after a brief moment of shock, also rushed into the elevator without a word.

"Da Da Da Da!"

A string of gunshots rang out, causing the corridor, which had been filled with shouts of battle and curses, to instantly quiet down. Other than Meng Fan who was still in the midst of battle, the people surrounding him couldn't help but want to look into the elevator.

The sounds of gunfire came and went as fast as they could. As the sounds of gunfire stopped, a few foreign men who had been shot by several bullets were lying on the ground miserably. Apparently, they had been dead for a long time.

It was only at this moment that a group of seven or eight youths finally walked out from the elevator. When they saw the packed corridor, they all took out guns at the same time with grave expressions on their faces.

In the blink of an eye, the entire corridor went quiet. The people next to Meng Fan couldn't help but stop fighting as they stared in the direction of the elevator.

Sensing that the surrounding situation was not right, Meng Fan's face slightly changed, as if he had thought of something. Although the surrounding enemies stopped attacking one after another, Meng Fan did not dare to waste any time. He kicked the nearby door open, ignoring the fact that there was no one inside.

Meng Fan gasped for breath as he leaned against the door. His entire body weakly fell to the ground. The dagger in his hand finally relaxed and he fell to the ground.1

After such a long struggle, even Meng Fan's body had been greatly exhausted. Now that those people had stopped fighting, the fact that Meng Fan had such a place to hide for a short period of time was like a dream for him.

Meng Fan's body leaned against the door. His body was already extremely weak, but he didn't relax the slightest bit. His ear was pressed against the door as he observed the situation outside.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the corridor became even more tense. However, the two sides didn't move and remained in a deadlock.

"F * ck!" This is the country, you bastards, you dare to act so brazenly, do you think we don't exist? Squat on the ground and let me see who dares to move! I will destroy him with a single spear strike! "

It was unknown who let out a loud shout, but there was a hint of anger mixed in his voice. That curse sounded like a martial arts world, it sounded like a hoodlum showing off his might.

He was very clear that the people who could make it here at this time were probably the only ones in the dark. However, after hearing these words, Meng Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"FUCK!" After that person spoke, someone cursed. Following which, the sound of many footsteps could be heard. There were even intermittent sounds of gunfire. No one knew what was going on outside.

However, Meng Fan didn't think too much about it now. He understood that as long as the other party didn't rush in to make things difficult for him, Meng Fan really didn't want to bother with matters outside.

After all, he was only one person. As for the people in the shadows, Meng Fan didn't care whether they lived or died. Meng Hao was just one person, and as for the people in the shadows, Meng Fan didn't care whether they lived or died.

After all the fighting, Meng Fan didn't want a fight to break out. After all, the darkest of the enemies had arrived, and the situation had already reached the point where he could use his spear. Meng Fan didn't believe he was strong enough to use his dagger to fight.

At the same time, in the middle of the hallway, there was no one left. After someone touched the gun, no matter how bold they were, no one dared to stand in the hallway.

Almost at the instant of the gunshot, those people kicked open the doors to the corridor and hid into the surrounding rooms. They entered a new deadlock with the people who walked out from the elevator.

Guns were not only owned by those in the dark. Those who surrounded Meng Fan naturally carried firearms as well. Although not everyone had one, nearly thirty percent of the people in the crowd did.

The reason why he hadn't used his gun in his fight with Meng Fan was probably because the corridor was packed with people. Although this shot might injure Meng Fan, it would still penetrate his defenses.

However, the situation was different now. There were new arrivals, and firearms had become the main force in the battle. In the corridor, the people in the dark had started a gun battle with those people.

Even so, the bullets from the firearms still injured many people. Those who were slower were unlucky enough to get hit by the stray bullets. Some unlucky ones were even killed in one shot.

After hearing the intermittent gunshots outside, Meng Fan's heart trembled. Resisting the weakness of his body, he grabbed the clothes rack in the room and slammed the door to death. Then he quickly hid in the bathroom next to the door, afraid that the stray bullets would hurt him by passing through the door.

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