With screams of agony, blood gushed forth, and severed limbs flew everywhere.
The group of vicious mercenaries were almost no match for Ye Xingchen.
Almost instantly, half of the dozen or so mercenaries had been killed.
To this day, they still haven't seen who attacked them.
A figure flashed at the door, and Ye Xingchen slowly walked in. His expression was indifferent, and he looked at the remaining mercenaries as if they were a group of dead men.
"Kill him." Old Xiong quickly drew his gun and fired a burst of bullets at Ye Xingchen.
Rat-a-tat-tat! Flames erupted in the darkness as countless bullets rained down on Ye Xingchen.
It was as if a transparent wall of air had appeared around Ye Xingchen, and all the bullets that were three feet away from him fell to the ground.
Everyone stared blankly at Ye Xingchen, their eyes gradually turning to terror. The scene before them had stunned them.
They had seen people who were immune to bullets before; one of them was a superhuman from the West.
But that person could only block one or two guns, while Ye Xingchen was facing several guns, and they were heavy weapons at that.
"Why did you stop?" Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: "Since you stopped, it's my turn."
He made a gesture with his right hand, and the bullets that had fallen to the ground floated up. With a series of soft shouts, all the bullets were thrown back.
With a series of thuds, the remaining mercenaries collapsed to the ground.
Ye Xingchen took a step forward, and the distance of dozens of feet disappeared in an instant. There was no one left to stand under his feet.
This time, Ye Xingchen was filled with rage and his combat power was pushed to the limit. To him, these vicious mercenaries were just a group of people for him to slaughter unilaterally.
"Are you alright?" Ye Xingchen glanced at Xia Hanyue.
"It's okay." Xia Hanyue gritted her teeth and sat down. Her body felt weak and her face was burning hot.
Ye Xingchen didn't notice her odd behavior. He turned around and glanced at Old Xiong, who was lying on the ground protecting his head: "You're Old Xiong?"
Old Xiong was on edge. He slowly stood up and gripped a dagger in his hand.
His body trembled uncontrollably; he was terrified because he had never encountered such a domineering person since his debut.
His dozen or so teammates were like lambs lined up for Ye Xingchen to slaughter, completely powerless to fight back.
"What are you afraid of?" Ye Xingchen couldn't help but laugh as he looked at his trembling hands.
"Who exactly are you?" Old Xiong tried his best to remain calm.
He was abroad, constantly traveling through war-torn regions, and had seen countless dead people.
His hands were stained with blood.
He attacked cities, massacred villages, and tortured and killed the elderly and children; his evil deeds were truly heinous.
He was not afraid of evil spirits because he believed himself to be an evil spirit.
But in front of Ye Xingchen, he was so afraid that his legs trembled.
"A Chinese." Ye Xingchen stared at Old Xiong, then suddenly laughed: "Didn't Ye Taihe tell you to release them?"
"So what?" Old Xiong said, forcing a smile. "I don't want to listen to him, is there a problem?"
"No problem, of course no problem." Ye Xingchen shook his head: "If you had listened to him, I could have left you with a whole body, but unfortunately, you didn't listen to him, so now you can only be separated from your body."
"You..." Old Xiong's face turned pale, and he was so frightened that his hand holding the dagger trembled uncontrollably.
He was from Southeast Asia, where it is customary for the body to remain intact after death.
Otherwise, his soul will not be able to reincarnate and will only wander the world, ultimately being devoured by wandering ghosts.
So he wasn't afraid of dying; what he feared was dying without a complete corpse.
Although he knew that someone like him, who lived by the sword, would one day be dismembered.
But when that day finally came, he was still terrified.
"I'll give you a chance. Run as fast as you can." Ye Xingchen waved his hand. "If you're going to die, go somewhere far away. I'm afraid I'll scare my aunt."
Old Xiong was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. He loosened his grip, and the dagger fell to the ground. Then, with surprising strength, he stumbled and ran away.
He ran for his life, not daring to look back.
Once outside, he felt a little more at ease, thinking he was safe.
But just then, a flash of cold light pierced the void from behind.
The cold light quickly caught up with the old bear, and then the chill suddenly intensified, forming a sword aura.
*Swoosh...* The sword energy sliced across his chest.
With a thud, his upper body fell to the ground. His lower body, having already lost the part above his chest, continued to run forward for a while due to his frantic running, before finally collapsing to the ground with a thud.
Several police cars arrived just now.
Bai Zilin stared at the old bear, now split in two, and was so angry she felt like her lungs were about to explode: "Ye Xingchen, you killed someone again?"
"There are more than a dozen inside, armed with automatic weapons and grenades. What's even more outrageous is that there are snipers among them." Ye Xingchen walked out from inside: "These things are more than enough to attack an entire SWAT team."
"I stepped in and solved the problem for you, saving you from wasting your manpower and resources. Aren't you going to thank me?"
"Fine, fine." Bai Zilin was speechless. She had no choice but to tell people to clean up the mess.
However, she was still somewhat alarmed by the weapons in the hands of the people inside.
This is Yanjing, after all. These mercenaries are blatantly barging in here, and they're carrying so many weapons. If something goes wrong, it could cause chaos.
While directing people to clean up the mess, she also reported the situation to her superiors.
"It's alright, I'll be going now." Ye Xingchen was worried about Xia Hanyue, so he didn't waste any more words with Bai Zilin and got into the car with Xia Hanyue.
Not long after they drove off, Xia Hanyue started trembling, hugging her arms. Ye Xingchen parked the car on the side of the road; the place was in the middle of nowhere.
"Why are you so scared?" Ye Xingchen couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Xia Hanyue trembling.
He had intended to make a joke to ease the tension, but he quickly realized something was wrong.
Xia Hanyue's face was flushed. Although she was trying her best to control herself, she still tightly squeezed her legs together and twisted her body.
"Are you poisoned?" Ye Xingchen slammed on the brakes and asked with concern.
"Aphrodisiac," Xia Hanyue said irritably.
"Why didn't you say so sooner?" Ye Xingchen said, both amused and exasperated.
"Stop talking nonsense, give it to me now..."
Xia Hanyue originally said she would quickly detoxify her, but when she got to this point, she felt numb and itchy all over, and she couldn't say the last two words.
"Stop messing around, isn't this reckless?" Ye Xingchen was startled.
Xia Hanyue suddenly grabbed Ye Xingchen. Her mouth was dry and her eyes were burning with desire.
Suddenly, she crawled from the passenger seat into Ye Xingchen's arms, hugging him tightly and wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Wake up." Ye Xingchen was both amused and exasperated. What kind of situation was this?
He grabbed her hand and pressed it down, then touched her wrist; Ye Xingchen already understood.
There's a potent Western drug that, in this situation, can't be expelled unless you find a man.
Xia Hanyue flung his hand away, then suddenly hugged him tightly, her proud, soft body pressed against Ye Xingchen, and she murmured, "Ye Jinyu, I... I feel unwell."
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