Hearing the noise, Qi Guang turned around and his face turned ashen. "How dare you ambush me!"
After saying that, Qi Guang seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He quickly pulled a dagger from the corpse's hand and, before the two could fire their guns, severed the tendons in their right hands with a single slash.
Shen Shaolin dispatched one of them with a single punch, then turned around to find a gun pointed at him. He quickly raised his hand, but his gaze fell upon the gunman's trembling hand, which was even off the safety...
"Pfft, you guys are capable of killing people."
He couldn't help but laugh out loud, but there was no smile in his eyes, only coldness and ruthlessness. He showed no mercy and kicked her directly.
The young man was kicked by Shen Shaolin and rolled on the ground. The special forces soldier's kick was no joke. The kick made his stomach hurt terribly, as if something was churning inside.
"No, no, your organization is no good. Your guns are shaking so much, and you can't even aim at the target properly. How can you even fire a gun like that?" Shen Shaolin walked towards him with a cold smile that was devoid of any warmth.
He bent down, his gaze sweeping contemptuously over the disheveled youth rolling on the ground, and said mockingly, "Didn't your mother tell you that kids shouldn't play with guns? Since you're so easily defeated and can't handle it, we might as well just take care of you once and for all. After all, a short pain is worse than a long one."
Shen Shaolin didn't want to play anymore, so he killed him with a single dagger. The young man who had been rolling on the ground only moved twice before becoming a lifeless corpse.
"It seems that apart from a few people who have fired a gun, the others are probably just newly trained and haven't experienced live ammunition yet," Liangzi calmly analyzed as he took down a man who was half a head taller than him.
After all, they're deep in the mountains and forests, so the possibility of actual combat is slim, unless it's a short-term dispute over territory. Even then, it's unlikely, since judging from their appearance, they've obviously been here for a long time.
Liang Zi didn't even dabble in his breathing from beginning to end.
Mengzi took down a man who had sneaked up behind Shen Shaolin, trying to ambush him.
He glanced at Shen Shaolin, who was still grinning, and said helplessly, "Shen Honglang, one day your insolent attitude will get you killed."
Jin Hua kicked away the gun in the hand of the armed man who was aiming at Ji Muhan's back, then stepped forward and knelt heavily into the man's stomach.
The man was writhing on the ground in pain, and Jinhua finally kicked him in the neck.
"Being teammates with abnormal people like you, I don't know if I've committed murder and arson or robbery."
That's why they're all so irreverent; they can't believe they're joking and chatting in such a serious setting...
"Hey, brother, don't be so heartless. We've slept on the same kang (heated brick bed) before, after all. Saying that is a bit hurtful." Qi Guang teased Jin Hua, who was "ruthless in destroying flowers," in a flippant manner.
He didn't rest his hands either, swiftly and decisively ending the life of an armed man with a single slash.
That's insane. Who the hell has ever slept on the same bed with him? He's not gay.
"Then you might as well die of heartbreak sooner rather than later." Jin Hua sneered, mercilessly adding insult to injury, "so you won't torture my nerves by whispering in my ear all day long."
The person at his feet struggled twice, then became immobile within seconds, his eyes wide open, with bright red blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"..." Qi Guang swallowed the words he wanted to use to tease him, seeing such a "brutal" scene.
He had clearly forgotten that he had just so "ruthlessly" dealt with an armed man.
Ji Muhan glanced indifferently at her teammates who were having a great time, then sat down on a chair and picked up the various parts scattered on the table to start assembling a gun.
At this moment, he seemed to pose no threat whatsoever to him.
The unhurried movements looked leisurely.
But in reality, it was assembled very quickly, in the blink of an eye, with a dignified and elegant movement.
Scarface's gaze turned cold, and he was about to make a move, but he hesitated for a moment. After all, it was really hard to come across someone so fair-skinned and beautiful.
This kind of person, who is still lustful, especially since he covets Ji Muhan's beauty.
If Mo Xiaoqing were here, she would probably kick her a few times.
In those few seconds, Ji Muhan kicked him. The scarred man turned to the side, a few seconds slower, and the kick grazed his arm. Although he dodged some of the force, he still felt a very clear stinging pain in his arm.
"Looks like you actually have some real skills. It seems I really underestimated you this time." The scarred man's gaze swept across his face with malice.
I thought he was just an ordinary young master, but I didn't expect him to be so skilled. It would be impossible to reach this level without several years of formal training. Even his kicks are extremely destructive.
However—he's not one to be trifled with either.
The scarred man sneered and quickly drew his gun from his waist, pointing it directly at Ji Muhan's forehead.
Ji Muhan raised her eyes and calmly looked directly into his eyes. "I've never really liked it when people point guns at me."
Because everyone who dared to do that has already reported to the King of Hell...
"Don't worry, you'll never have a gun pointed at you again." The scarred man's eyes were vicious.
Yeah?
Ji Muhan remained expressionless, her eyes dark and deep.
He admires confident people, but this kind of overconfidence is a bit exaggerated.
With lightning speed, Ji Muhan pulled a dagger from her waist.
Just as Scarface was about to pull the trigger, a person suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He was incredibly fast; at that critical moment, a long, slender finger, moving with ghostly speed, reached under the trigger and stopped the gun from firing.
They swiftly snatched the gun from his hand.
With a few stabs, the scarred man, who had been standing, immediately knelt down, his hands and legs hanging down in an eerie manner.
"Ugh..." Before the shrill scream could even be uttered, it was quickly muffled by the cloth that Shen Shaolin tore off the corpse.
Before long, the intense pain caused beads of sweat to appear on his forehead.
Shen Shaolin glanced at the gun that Ji Muhan had snatched, a playful smile curving his lips. "Isn't it a bit much to resort to guns when you can't win?"
While Ji Muhan was leisurely assembling the weapons, the other armed men who had been pointing guns at them had already been subdued by the few of them with their bare hands and were lying on the ground, unable to move.
"Mmm..."
Shen Shaolin raised an eyebrow, his smile as cunning as a smiling tiger. He winked maliciously, "Oh, I forgot, you still have something stuffed in your mouth, so you can't speak."
---Aside---
Rui Rui's new novels are going up for a head-to-head competition these past two days, and there will be two updates each day. If you like Mo Mo and Ji Mu Han, please raise your hand to let me know! ∩_∩
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