482: C482 Blood Splattered on the Street Upper(1)

C482 Blood Splattered on the Street Upper(1)

Like a basin of ice water pouring down from the top of his head, Faang Xuan's entire body was immersed in the ice. The feeling of coldness made him unable to move his body.1

"You all, why? Why must you all come out now?"

The soles of his feet took root, and his body couldn't move at all. It was filled with an aura that was almost solid. Although his heart was almost frozen into a stone, Faang Xuan's expression was even colder and harder than the stone.

Especially his pair of deep and deep eyes, which didn't contain any human emotions. They were as numb and empty as a dead man, which was especially frightening in the darkness.

"You are simply courting death. You know that we are looking for you everywhere, yet you still dare to flagrantly flaunt your abilities. Who gave you the courage to do so? Or, are you really not afraid of death? "

In front of Faang Xuan, on the roof of the fierce Hummer... At some point in time, the passengers and drivers in the car were already on top of the car. Both of them looked to be in their forties, and their facial features were as stiff as knives and axes. Dressed in a straight black suit, they stood proudly in the evening wind with their hands behind their back, as still as a pine tree. They were rather proud and domineering, which made them stand out from the rest of the world.

Looking at the left, right, and back of the three cars, the experts in the three cars also jumped up from the roof of each car. They imitated the two people on top of the cars in front of them. They stood with their hands hanging down and stared at Faang Xuan with cold eyes. Among them, there was a naked killing intent.

He continued to use his empty and numb eyes to look at the faces of the eight people. Suddenly, Faang Xuan's lips parted, and he revealed a cold smile. Then, he asked in a cold and emotionless voice, "Do all of you really want to die? "

Gulp...

The eight cold and fierce experts of the Zhuo family unconsciously swallowed their saliva when they heard this joke, which might be the funniest joke they had ever heard in their lives.

It wasn't because they were scared by these pretentious words, but because they felt that it was too unexpected and unbelievable.

A young man who could barely be considered an Incarnation Stage actually threatened eight men who were at least Genuine Stage. Just how powerful was his heart? Or perhaps... How stupid was his brain to dare to say such words?

Just as one of the eight people could not help but want to attack Fang Xuan, the sound of wheels rubbing against each other suddenly rang out in the night sky.

There were more than ten white vans in total, with the four Hummers surrounding Faang Xuan as the center, driving over from both ends of the street.

The two rows of cars flashed twice and quickly stopped around the Hummer. The doors opened, and a group of burly men in suits with fierce gazes and fierce temperaments alighted from the cars. Some of them held long guns in their hands, while others held pistols in their hands. There were even some who were holding thick ore bazookas in their arms.

Although there were more than a hundred people in the team, their pace was not chaotic at all. In the night, besides the sound of neat leather shoes stepping on the ground, there was also the sound of deliberately suppressed breathing.

Not long after, the men in suits all went down to the ground, and after that, there was no need for anyone to instruct them. They used the van next to them as cover and raised the weapons in their hands. Countless muzzles and muzzles were aimed in the direction of Faang Xuan, who was surrounded by eight Genuine Stage warriors.

There were eight warriors with average strength above the Genuine Stage, and nearly a hundred men in suits with weapons in their hands. Such a luxurious plastic surgery could only be done by the Dragon Protection Clan, which had been around for thousands of years.

"Alright, Faang Xuan, you have seen the situation. Do you want us to end it by ourselves, or do you want us to do it?"

On the roof of the Hummer in front of them was the middle-aged man with a tough face. His face was taut, and there was no expression on his face. The words he said were even colder than his cold face.

"End it by yourself?"

Faang Xuan sneered. He raised the corner of his mouth, and his voice was even colder than the middle-aged man's. “ Do you think you can save your lives by calling a bunch of spear-wielding monkeys? It's still the same words from before. Do you really want to die? "

" Damn it, I can't take it anymore. "

On the roof of the Hummer on Faang Xuan's left, there was a huge figure. His face, nose, and eyes were all squeezed together because of his obesity. After listening to Fang Xuan's reckless words, his fat face trembled violently, "Listen up, no one is going to do anything. I want to play this son of a b * tch to death with my own hands."

His voice was not loud, but there was a mighty momentum coming from him. As the sound waves spread out, the surrounding men in suits who were aiming their sniper rifles at him unconsciously tightened their faces. Even their fingers, which were holding their guns, almost lost their grip.

Everyone was overwhelmed with shock. Their fingers subconsciously moved away from the trigger. Although they were just some ordinary outer circle disciples of the Zhuo family, they did not even have the qualifications to go to the old residence of the Zhuo family. But I have heard of the high and mighty deities of the family.

Just like this fat man who looked like a funny man, just one sentence from him had shaken the hearts of everyone. If he accidentally got angry and provoked this fat man, then even if he had a spear in his hand, he would still die.

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