At the age of twenty-four, he established his foundation.
He was slashed several more times, and with every breath, he could smell the strong smell of blood in his nose. But he was not afraid at all, as if he had no sense of pain. He pounced on a man and tore off his ear with his teeth.
I have been practicing Taoism for thirty-nine years.
Fear finally showed in the eyes of the elite members of the Haofeng Gang, and some were already retreating. In their eyes, the man before them was simply a madman who was willing to risk his life!
How can we be defeated by ordinary people!
He stared at the group of people fiercely with his bloodshot eyes.
He had killed more than half of the twenty people!
Before Yao Han could open his mouth to speak, he felt a pain in his chest and almost fell to the ground.
He supported his body with the black knife in his hand and spat out large mouthfuls of blood, adding a fishy smell to the corridor that was already covered in blood.
A younger brother who was about to retreat saw this scene, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly shouted loudly:
"Brothers, he can't hold on any longer! Kill him, kill Witch Chu, and Brother Nie will reward you one million!"
After hearing this, the younger brothers, who had already lost their will to fight, became red-eyed again.
Looking at the other person spitting blood on the ground, it is estimated that the madness just now was just a last gasp, and now is a good time to take action!
The remaining five or six people raised their weapons again, and the yellow-haired hidden weapon boy suddenly waved his hand:
"Don't be impatient! Be careful, he might be pretending. Use my whistle arrow to kill him first!" After saying that, he started to throw darts into the cylinder.
Yao Han smiled wryly. Even at this point, these people were still being cautious.
However, he could no longer move his body. Those few strikes had already used up all his strength. Now, excruciating pain rippled through his body, as if he were being tortured by slicing, leaving no part of his body unharmed.
He used his last bit of strength to pull out his phone and sent a voice message to the girls who were guarding downstairs:
"Sister Chu is in trouble, come quickly."
Yao Han leaned against the wall and sat down on the ground, waiting for his last moment.
Maybe I shouldn't have been so stubborn. If I had asked for help earlier, would the outcome have been different?
If he let Xu Bing'er or Jiang Lu stay, and they reminded each other, they might be able to avoid the sneak attack of the blowpipe.
Maybe, relying on others occasionally wouldn't hurt...
A sigh came from my ear.
Yao Han was stunned. He thought it was his own voice, but it was obviously not.
"Thanks for your hard work, Xiaoyaozi. I'm late."
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