Zhao Yulin's idea of ​​killing Black Widow was temporarily thwarted. Although he had seized the time very quickly, he still killed someone who caused trouble.

Having been in the battlefield for many years, from Southeast Asia to Europe, to South America and the Middle East, he could not say that he was familiar with all the famous killers, assassins and mercenaries on the road, but he knew each other's background well.

He had never seen the short old man behind Black Widow, nor had he heard of such a person, so it was very likely that he was not from the battlefield.

“Young man, this is the city center of China’s capital. If you kill someone, you will be in trouble even if you have a powerful background. It is better for you to do me a favor and let the girl go. If we meet again in the future, you can take revenge and fight each other.”

The old man was hunched over, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and he seemed to be of noble origin.

Zhao Yulin brushed off the brick chips on the back of his hand one by one, but he was still determined to kill. He planned to test the old man's background first: "We just happened to pass by, or are we together?"

The old man replied: "This girl and I are entrusted by the same force, but we do different things. She kills people, and I don't."

"Then we are together?"

Zhao Yulin casually shook his hands, and the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger: "I don't care who you are, she must die today, and anyone who stands in my way must die too."

The old man looked dry and wrinkled, with a lack of expression on his face, which seemed to be calm. He just laughed and said, but he was not actually laughing: "We are also paid to help others. Brother Tianluo, I have heard about your dispute with this girl. This account is really a mess."

"Since you know who I am, how dare you teach me to settle accounts?" Zhao Yulin took a step forward.

The old man was slightly moved and said, "I am just giving you a piece of advice. Although the name of Tianluo is scary, Poseidon of Europe is also a king-level mercenary. He has been coveting this girl for a long time. I believe you have heard of it. If you kill the Black Widow today, it will be bad for you if you meet that Westerner in the future."

Zhao Yulin sneered, "Old man, you may not know that although that foreigner is ranked fifth in the king level, three places ahead of me, I have already hung him up and beat him. Five or six times. Are you trying to show off your talent for humor by threatening me with the defeat of one of your subordinates?"

The old man said solemnly: "In a one-on-one fight, Poseidon is not your natural opponent, but don't forget, little brother, Poseidon has a first-class mercenary corps of thousands of people, and you are ultimately weak. Even if you have the strength of a thousand cavalrymen, it will be a problem for Poseidon to trick you."

Zhao Yulin took out his mobile phone. Four minutes had passed since the half-hour appointment, and there were still ten minutes left. He was too lazy to waste any more words and said, "You speak Chinese fluently, but your features don't look like those of a Chinese. If I'm not mistaken, you are from Japan?"

"I'm a Jonin of the Iga faction, a guard of Uemura Kaimon." The old man whispered.

Zhao Yulin smiled, put his phone back in his pocket, and there was a coin between his fingers. He raised it to his forehead and said, "This is a Chinese coin with a face value of one yuan. How about playing a game?"

The old ninja from Japan finally had a noticeable change of mood. A drop of sweat rolled down his wrinkled face: "It is said that the Afghan mercenary king has three unique skills: not getting stained by leaves, taking lives with money, and punching until the mountains collapse. It seems that the little brother has made up his mind to kill today."

"So, do you want to play this game or not?" Zhao Yulin asked with a smile.

At this time, in addition to the cold murderous aura in his eyes, there was also a bit of playfulness.

Yu Shou Haimen Wei stood still, twisted the wooden stick in his hand, and said: "I am fortunate to witness one of the special skills of the King of Soldiers, so I have to risk my life to accompany you, but I have a request."

"I am the knife and you are the fish, you are not qualified to make requests." Zhao Yulin's answer seemed a little too inhumane.

The old ninja raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat, and changed his words: "Then let's make a bet."

"Say it."

"You are a heavenly blessing, with king-level strength. I am only a penumbra-level ninja. Converted into your system, I am at most a multi-king level. This duel is not fair." Yu Shou Haimen Wei said.

"So, if I am lucky enough to save my life with the help of your special skills, and successfully take this Western girl with me, the blood debt of the two murders between you and her will be written off." "

Of course, if I can't escape, there is no need to say more. You, the soldier, just take these two lives."

"How about this bet?"

Zhao Yulin thought about it and shook his head slowly: "This bet cannot be established. I won, but it seems that there is no extra gain, because you all have to die anyway."

The old ninja's eyes were gloomy and deep. After a moment, he took out a jade pendant in the shape of a lucky beast from his arms and said, "This is my bet."

Zhao Yulin scanned the jade pendant and recognized it: "Ninja Talisman?"

"Not bad."

Yu Shou Haimenwei handed the jade pendant forward and said, "I once traveled to various rivers in Japan and accepted fifty disciples. They are all very talented. Now there are twenty-seven jonin among them, and the remaining twenty-three who are slightly younger have also reached the chunin stage."

"You mean, give these fifty ninjas to me?" Zhao Yulin hesitated.

Yu Shoukaimon continued, "Tenro is a powerful soldier king, but there will always be times when he can't do anything alone. My disciples are the backbone of the Iga clan, which is full of talents. Those who are strong are elites. I think they will not disgrace the reputation of the soldier king."

"If I kill their teacher, will they still be satisfied with me?" Zhao Yulin asked suspiciously.

Yushou Haimen said solemnly: "Death is inevitable. There is no essential difference between death by illness and being killed. Ninjas have accepted this concept since childhood, so you can rest assured."

"If Tianlan, the soldier king, agrees to the bet, I can drip blood on the ninja talisman now and give it to you. In this way, the soldier king will win regardless of the bet."

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Tianlan, this name that resounded like thunder on the battlefield of Afghanistan, spread to the corners of the world where wars were raging in two years, and then became the eighth king of the king-level mercenaries, that is, the eighth soldier king in the mercenary world.

And as everyone knows, Tianlan has three most praised skills: not getting stained by leaves, taking lives with money, and punching until mountains collapse.

This is the description of the Eighth Soldier King, his symbol, and his killing skill that the enemies standing on the opposite side of him fear. "

Leaves do not touch my body" refers to his graceful footwork, which allows him to pass through a hail of bullets without getting hurt. This is not just a rumor, but a fact known to everyone in the mercenary world, because it is very similar to the line in an ancient Chinese poem, "Passing through a sea of ​​flowers without getting a single leaf on me", hence the name.

Money for Life is the favorite game of the Eighth Soldier King. It is often used in one-on-one duels or when there are not many enemies. The gameplay of this game is very simple. You flick your finger to throw a coin into the air. During the time between the coin falling to the ground, Tianluo will go all out and kill the opponent with lightning speed. Almost every time the coin falls to the ground, the opponent has no chance of survival. Therefore, there is a saying that "money falls to the ground, and the life is lost."

Of course, there are also times when you accidentally miss. If you are lucky enough to be alive when the coin falls to the ground, you have the opportunity to escape as much as possible, and you will not be chased for the next day.

As for the "punch that can cause a mountain to collapse", as the name suggests, Tianluo has a profound knowledge of ancient Chinese martial arts and has unparalleled internal strength. He once killed a lion in the Sudanese prairie with one punch. He also punched a rockery in his employer's villa by coincidence while performing a mission, and the rockery collapsed in half.

This news spread inexplicably and reached the outside world, so many mercenaries would rather be hit by a blasting bomb than be hit by a punch from Tianluo.

Of course, they didn't know the real situation. After all, human power is limited. With such a fierce punch, one punch can almost drain 30% of his strength. Unless it is absolutely necessary, he will never use it recklessly.

Tonight, he will play a game with Yu Shou Haimenwei and Black Widow that he has not played for almost half a year.

Ding——

The nails rubbed against the coin, and with a slight sound, the coin was thrown into the air, hit the ceiling and began to fall to the ground.

At the same time.

Zhao Yulin moved, faster than when he dodged the bullets, and his body even turned into a shadow, with a surging momentum and murderous intent.

Money fell to the ground, and the head was lost. There was no other trick, only one word, fast!

It was as fast as the wind.

The shadow raised his arm, slightly bent his elbow, and clasped his five fingers tightly together, stretching it forward, like a knife, but not sharp, with a faint sense of heaviness, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on the city and destroying everything.

So, it was like a blunt knife, or a heavy sword without a blade.

It was certainly not boxing.

"What a fierce iron sand palm!"

Yu Shou Haimenwei was horrified. He had previously made many guesses about Zhao Yulin's strength, and based on the battle records sent back from the battlefield, he was really scared.

So he had been mentally prepared, after all, he was facing the world's eighth-ranked soldier king, but at this moment he realized that all his overestimations were underestimated.

"It's unbelievable that such a terrifying ancient martial arts can be created in just his early twenties!"

Yu Shou Haimenwei was shocked and felt fortunate. It seemed that his special preparations were not groundless worries.

"Escape!"

He thrust the strange-shaped wooden staff into the ground fiercely, and the surroundings of Yu Shou Haimenwei were instantly filled with black mist, enveloping him and the Black Widow.

Crack!

A long cracking sound came from the black mist, and Zhao Yulin only knew that he had smashed something with one palm, but that feeling was definitely not that of a human body.

The Japanese ninja was very good at using poison, so he did not risk rushing into the mist. He immediately squatted down and swept his left leg horizontally. This time, he did not miss, and actually swept five legs on the ground - the two long legs of the Black Widow, the two legs of the old ninja, and the cane.

"Die!"

As he bent down with his sweeping leg, he stretched out his left hand to the bottom of the coffee table in front of the sofa, and with four fingers he lightly lifted up a corner of the coffee table. At this time, he had already grasped the table legs, and brazenly lifted up the marble table weighing several hundred pounds with one hand, and smashed it into the thick black fog.

Unless it is a body of gold and stone, it will definitely die if it is smashed like this.