91: C91 (2)

C91 (2)

Seeing that the middle-aged man was so arrogant, Battalion Commander Guo had nothing to say. He might as well give Zhuo face. Anyway, he had people waiting by the side. He could shoot if necessary, and he was not afraid of anything happening.

The two of them whispered to each other. In the end, Battalion Commander Guo guarded Zhuo Donglai at the entrance of the corridor. He did not need to go downstairs, and the middle-aged man with the surname Zhuo could not kill Faang Xuan either. He could only cripple his limbs and hand him over to Battalion Commander Guo to report to him.

Battalion Commander Guo personally entered the room and brought Zhuo Donglai out. When he passed by Faang Xuan, Zhuo Donglai looked at him with hatred, and his mouth moved slightly, as if he was saying, "You're dead for sure."

After that, the patrol guards guarded the exit of the corridor. Dozens of Type 95 Automatic Rifles were not idle. They were still aimed at Faang Xuan's body to prevent him from making any unusual movements.

Faang Xuan saw X behind the patrol guards. He was handcuffed by thick, specially made handcuffs. His face was green and purple, and his clothes were stained with blood. He looked extremely dispirited. How could he still have the oppressive spiritual energy of sucking blood when he first saw him?

The middle-aged man was livid. He beckoned to Faang Xuan with his hand, indicating for him to enter the house.

This action made Commander Guo, who was standing guard at the side, a little unhappy. He immediately said, "Brother Zhuo, it's not convenient to enter the room, right?"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and looked at Commander Guo. He said in an extremely pretentious tone, "Old Guo, remember, my surname is Zhuo."

Faang Xuan curled his lips. He felt like throwing up. It was another old bastard with high eyes, but he had taken advantage of Faang Xuan. Although he couldn't kill Zhuo Donglai, he could kill another man with the surname Zhuo at the last minute. It wasn't a loss for him.

Following the middle-aged man into the room, Faang Xuan habitually observed his surroundings. This was a room specially designed for people to cultivate. It was about 80 square meters. The floor was covered with a thick carpet, and the surrounding walls were also covered with a cushion that could protect against touching injuries.

"Kid, in Huaxia, you are the second person who dares to attack the Zhuo family. I will let you understand how happy it is to die."

"Hehe. Is that so? This is also what I want to say. Without my permission, you won't be able to die even if you want to. " The corner of Faang Xuan's lips curled up, and he revealed a mocking smile.

"You're courting death, you son of a b * tch!"

With a furious roar, the middle-aged man stepped lightly on the ground. He didn't make any gestures, but his entire body had already arrived in front of Faang Xuan.

A cold sharp claw carrying a bone-piercing coldness fell down on Faang Xuan's face. It was a swift and fierce attack.

Faang Xuan's pupils contracted, and a trace of cold light flashed in his eyes. He moved one leg to the side, and with a simple step, he escaped from the middle-aged man's lock. At the same time, he raised his right arm and swung it at the middle-aged man's chest with great force.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with surprise, but there was no panic on his face. He fell to the ground, and the moment his body flipped, he kicked upwards with his sharp leg. Facing Faang Xuan's fist, he straightened his other leg. The tip of his foot reached forward and pointed at Faang Xuan's chest.

The middle-aged man's reaction was quick, and his speed almost broke through subsonic speed. If it was an ordinary person, they wouldn't even be able to catch a glimpse of him. But Faang Xuan was different. His eyes had been modified by an energy source, and he could see the dust in the air. Every movement of the middle-aged man was clearly seen.

He didn't change his attack. His fist was still aimed at the middle-aged man's foot, and his chest was still under the attack of the man's toes. He didn't even move to dodge.

When the two sides collided, the middle-aged man's eyes revealed a trace of astonishment. Everything went too smoothly. Although his movement was fast, everything went too smoothly. But why didn't this kid dodge at all? It was as if he was deliberately giving his chest to him to kick. Could it be that he was holding onto something?

The two of them fought quickly. Although they felt that something was wrong, they could no longer withdraw their attacks. In the next second, their fists and feet were firm. Before Faang Xuan could feel the force of the kick, his heart was once again hit by the tip of the opponent's foot.

Blood gushed wildly. Suddenly, as if his chest had been struck by lightning, Faang Xuan's blood boiled all over his body. His meridians were in disorder. His already injured stomach felt as if it had been burned by fire. It was so uncomfortable that it felt like he was about to die. Not to mention the enormous force coming from his other leg, it caused his entire arm to lose all feeling.

The middle-aged man landed on the ground. He looked at the dispirited Faang Xuan and put away his vigilance. It seemed like he was overthinking. The older one got in the martial world, the less courage one would have. This kid was like an arrow at the end of its flight. How could he have any other tricks up his sleeve?

Just as he thought of this, a deformed bullet came at his chest. It tore through the air and let out a shrill whistle. Its speed had exceeded the speed of sound.

"How dare you, kid!"

Suddenly, he let out a loud shout. The decades of practice in the quincuncial piles were displayed. At this critical moment, the middle-aged man stepped forward and moved his body to the side by two centimeters. He avoided the vital part of his heart, and the aggressive bullet passed through his body. A transparent hole appeared on the right side of his chest.

The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood and let out a muffled groan before falling heavily to the ground.

On the other side, Faang Xuan frowned slightly. Disappointment flashed across his eyes. He slowly lowered his raised left hand.

The hidden weapon that he used the last of his strength to release was still dodged by the old man. As for himself, he was no longer able to shoot out the second hidden weapon. Even more so, where the middle aged man's foot had touched his chest... At this moment, it was still as painful as a stormy sea, but he could not muster up any strength.

Fortunately, the middle-aged man's chest had been hit by a hidden weapon. Although he did not die, he had temporarily lost the ability to move.

Faang Xuan bitterly smiled. If he was not injured in front of him, why would he use such a desperate fighting method? Although the middle-aged man was strong, it wasn't impossible for him to win.1

Both of them laid on the ground powerlessly. They stared at each other, silently confronting each other.

They secretly competed with each other, silently hoping that they could recover their strength a moment earlier than the other.

However, the scene did not last long. Battalion Commander Guo, who had been paying attention to the commotion in the room, the moment he heard the middle-aged man's muffled groan, he was ready to enter the room to check on the situation. When there was no more movement in the room, he did not hesitate any longer. He led a few of his capable subordinates into the room.

When he entered the room, Battalion Commander Guo frowned, but he did not panic.

He had expected this scene. Zhuo Wudi thought he was invincible, but he did not expect that there was always someone stronger than him. Sometimes, killing people did not just depend on one's martial arts skills.

Faang Xuan had even fooled him, how could he be an easy opponent?

Fortunately, he was injured before this. Although Zhuo Wudi's injuries were severe, he was still breathing.

He ordered his subordinates to carry Zhuo Wudi out on a stretcher and send him to the hospital immediately. Faang Xuan, on the other hand, was not treated so well.

He was brought with specially made shackles and handcuffs. Under the control of a few machine guns, he was dragged down the building like a dead dog. He was then escorted into an iron frame made of titanium alloy and was personally escorted by Battalion Commander Guo to ensure that there would not be any mistakes.

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