“Interesting!”
Meng Po smiled contemptuously and accelerated again. The pickup truck she was sitting in had been modified long ago.
The Great Wall pickup truck rushed out like a cheetah.
The Volkswagen Golf behind also accelerated again and followed closely.
“There should be only one!”
Meng Po accelerated and knew there was a tracking car behind her. This made Meng Po accelerate again and head towards the service area.
"I want to see who it is."
Meng Po didn't care at all. She parked the car in the backyard of the restaurant, leaned against the car, and waited quietly.
The golf cart did not drive in, and Meng Po's pupils shrank.
At this moment, Meng Po turned around and looked behind her. On the wall behind her, a man was squatting. When she saw this man, Meng Po's face changed.
"It's you!"
Meng Po could never have imagined that she knew the person in front of her.
She had once offended the Ming family during a mission, and the most memorable thing about that mission was a man who wielded a strange knife and chopped off people's heads with every blow.
Even bullets can be cut through.
This person almost killed Meng Po.
Triangular eyes, long whip, short stature.
The man on the wall jumped down from the wall and said grimly: "96!"
"What did you say?"
Meng Po became nervous. This man was very powerful, so of course Meng Po had to deal with him carefully.
"I'm telling you, you're the 96 people I want to chop off."
"Did you miscalculate? Who are you?"
"You've seen me kill people, chopping off those heads is nothing."
"The 96 people I mentioned must be cut from the third vertebra. This is the rule of our profession. Only by cutting from here can we be freed."
"Kill 99 people, and I can retire."
"Tell me, am I happy to see you?"
"What do you want to say?"
Meng Po was completely nervous because of the man opposite her.
"I am an executioner."
"To name someone after someone has killed someone is detrimental to one's virtue."
"Executioner?" Meng Po had no idea about this ancient profession. She had only seen executioners on TV.
"You don't understand Yin De, but I want to thank you. Killing you will complete the 99th person and the Great Perfection."
"Thank you for your help."
The executioner was very nice and even bowed to Meng Po.
"Excuse me, my dear!"
Meng Po gave a sharp rebuke, and at that moment, the executioner Fan Tianneng took action.
A box appeared behind him, and inside the box was a picture of a ghost's head.
"I'm being polite to you. If you're like this, this is the only choice I can make."
After Fan Tianneng finished speaking, he gently touched the box. There was a mechanism inside the box, which made a clicking sound, and a ghost-head knife appeared from the box.
"This is a beheading knife, commonly known as a ghost-head knife."
"This knife is very dull, you know what I mean."
"In ancient times, officials above the fourth rank who committed crimes were beheaded with a blunt knife. Of course, a blunt knife would be used for those whom the court disliked."
"This is not ancient times. If I hate someone, I will choose a blunt knife."
"you!"
Meng Po looked at the ghost-head knife and her face turned pale. The surroundings were full of murderous aura. Fan Tianneng, holding the ghost-head knife, walked slowly and had already forced Meng Po into a corner.
"At first, I didn't kill you because you weren't part of the mission."
"Today is the day you die."
"It's three quarters past noon!"
“Whoosh!”
Just as Fan Tianneng finished speaking, Meng Po had already made her move, and the military dagger went towards Fan Tianneng. Fan Tianneng looked at the military dagger and sneered.
“Too slow!”
The ghost-head knife flipped over and appeared directly on Meng Po's neck.
This direction is the location of the third vertebra.
Meng Po retreated. Fan Tianneng's knife was too fast. In Meng Po's eyes, the speed of this knife was even faster than the boss's movement.
The knife passed through Meng Po's throat.
"Dodged?"
Fan Tianneng walked with a smile, even spat on his palm, and rushed forward again.
"boom!"
The knife flashed again, and the bayonet in Meng Po's hand was directly chopped into pieces.
Meng Po changed direction and flipped over the pickup truck.
"boom!"
The pickup truck was split in half, with thick smoke billowing.
"A dull knife is what it is."
"If you use a quick knife, I guarantee there won't be any smoke. Even if you die, you'll still be able to talk to me."
"There's no use running."
Fan Tianneng continued to chase and locked onto Meng Po again.
Meng Po was about to dodge again, but at this moment, Fan Tianneng suddenly roared.
"bad!"
This was the executioner's technique. A single roar could shake the prisoner's soul. Before the execution, it could render the prisoner completely unable to move, even causing a massive shock to their spirit.
Meng Po stopped moving, and the knife light was already heading towards the third vertebra.
The knife is about to chop off Meng Po's head.
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