Chapter 69 Han Shuo Goes Mad

Everyone stared at the strange man before them, their expressions a mixture of panic and fear.

Han Shuo's appearance was truly terrifying; his entire face was covered in blood, which flowed down and dripped onto the floor.

His eyes, in particular, were cold and ruthless, as if he were looking at them as if they were already dead.

They couldn't understand why such a person would suddenly jump out from upstairs, and why the people upstairs didn't give any warning.

"Damn it, grab your weapons!" Brother Biao was the quickest to react among them. Now was not the time to think about the reasons; the newcomers were clearly hostile.

"Ah—!" Sure enough, all the woman in Brother Biao's arms could do was scream.

Brother Biao shoved the woman aside, turned around and grabbed the submachine gun behind him. Once he got the gun, no matter how terrifying the man in front of him was, Brother Biao was confident that he could kill Han Shuo with the gun.

The two men across the table also reacted at this moment. The two men, one tall and one short, picked up the wine bottles on the table and turned to rush towards Han Shuo.

The two men were well aware of the vast difference between the wine bottle and the Tang sword, but given the urgency of the situation, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and charge forward!

"die!"

Han Shuo uttered only one word, then instantly raised his left hand, and a bright light flashed.

"ah!"

The tall man shouted and then fell straight backward, a thin piece of metal embedded in his forehead.

The metal shard was very sharp and pierced directly into the man's head, killing the tall man instantly, his eyes wide open in death.

This piece of iron was painstakingly crafted by Han Shuo from a hardware store, specifically for use as a throwing knife in such critical moments.

"Five!" Han Shuo continued calculating the number in his mind.

"I'm going to kill you!" Seeing his companions fall one after another, the shorter man also became enraged and smashed the beer bottle in his hand hard towards Han Shuo's head.

Han Shuo dodged the thrown beer bottle by tilting his head to the side. By this time, the other party was already very close to him, at a distance where a Tang sword could easily reach him.

brush--!

Han Shuo swung the Tang sword in his hand diagonally, aiming straight for the short man's neck.

However, to his surprise, the short man reacted quickly, crouching down to dodge Han Shuo's fatal blow.

The short man turned around and kicked Han Shuo.

"snort!"

Han Shuo snorted coldly and kicked the shorter man in the knee.

"Crack!" The sound of bones breaking rang out.

The short man gasped and knelt on one knee.

That's not enough!

With a flick of his wrist, Han Shuo turned the Tang sword 180 degrees in his palm. Then, he gripped the hilt with his other hand and with a powerful thrust, the Tang sword pierced the short man's head from behind!

Six!

Now, the only surviving intruders in the house are that woman and Brother Biao.

"Damn it! Die!"

Brother Biao shouted because he had already gotten the submachine gun. He turned around and the two men looked at each other!

In just one second, Brother Biao could pull the trigger. This uninvited guest, who had arrived suddenly, had unknowingly killed so many of his men.

This was intolerable to Brother Biao. He wanted to punch through Han Shuo's body, so that he couldn't fight back, but wouldn't die immediately.

Brother Biao wanted to spare Han Shuo's life and torture him slowly to vent his anger!

However, Han Shuo's anger also needed to be vented on them!

However, when their eyes met.

Brother Biao was surprised. He didn't know why Han Shuo's eyes showed no panic at all, but instead remained calm. After all, he had a gun!

He understood the answer to this question in the next moment.

Because, the moment Xiao Zhao, who was thousands of meters away, saw Biao Ge get the submachine gun, he pulled the trigger!

Snap!

"Gunshots? Where did the gunshots come from?" This was the last thought that Brother Biao had before he died.

The sniper bullet flew a thousand meters, resisting the interference of the cold wind and breaking through the glass, and accurately pierced through Brother Biao's head. The remaining force of the bullet was firmly embedded in the wall behind him!

Xiao Zhao's marksmanship is trustworthy!

Brother Biao is dead! His body fell to the ground, and the submachine gun in his hand slid to the floor.

Seven!

Han Shuo murmured something to himself and rushed toward the last woman.

The woman was clearly terrified; she was panicked and fearful, but her only desire was to live.

A smart person will not beg for mercy, but will pick up a weapon and fight back!

Behind the woman was the submachine gun that had fallen to the ground, and she quickly tried to pick it up.

Xiao Zhao's sniper rifle is still being reloaded, but this time Han Shuo can handle it himself!

Han Shuo took a big step and reached the edge of the table. He placed his left hand on the table and supported his entire body with the strength of one arm.

He leaped sideways and kicked the woman away in mid-air.

Before the woman could even get her hands on the gun, she slid two meters down the floor.

The moment she turned her head from the ground, Han Shuo was already standing beside her.

Only then did the woman, with a terrified look in her eyes, begin to beg for mercy.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! Just spare my life, and I'll do anything for you!"

But is a woman's pleas for mercy effective?

It was obviously useless for Han Shuo, especially for someone as straight-laced as him.

Although the woman was quite beautiful, the next second, Han Shuo ruthlessly killed her with a single stroke.

At this point, all the invaders had been killed.

Eight!

After eliminating all the intruders, Han Shuo's eyes suddenly softened, and he murmured to himself.

"Fatty, Shurou, I... I've avenged you!"

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After standing there for a minute, Han Shuo composed himself, stepped over the woman's corpse, and walked towards the window.

He gestured outside, indicating that everything was resolved with Xiao Zhao in the distance. Han Shuo then turned and sat down in a chair in the living room.

"This place was beautiful before I left, but when I returned, it was a place where we were separated forever."

Looking at the mess in the house, Han Shuo's Tang sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. He looked up at the sky and leaned back in his chair, dazed.

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A few minutes later, footsteps could be heard outside the mansion.

Xiao Zhao pushed open the door and walked in, panting heavily.

"Brother Han, are you alright?"

Ignoring the corpses scattered on the ground, Xiao Zhao walked directly towards Han Shuo and asked with concern.

Han Shuo was covered in blood, making it difficult for him to tell whether it was his own or someone else's.

"fine."

Han Shuo slowly stood up from his chair, forced a smile, and said to Xiao Zhao.

In Xiao Zhao's eyes, that smile was uglier than a cry.

"Sigh, let's go, come with me to see them..."

Han Shuo bent down, picked up the Tang sword from the floor, sheathed it, and slowly walked towards the garage...

"Okay."

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