Chapter 545

Cun Tou Ah Si's kick was powerful and heavy, like kicking a North Sea dragon to death.

"Si, don't hurt him!" Kosuke turned around and called out to him in time when the inch-toe leather shoes were only a few centimeters away from the drunk's head. Flipping the gun back and forth in his hand, he looked at the drunk with playful eyes, and said to Ah Si: "Anyway, he can be regarded as a bargaining chip in our hands, a living person is more valuable than a dead one. "

"Hayi! What Kang Jie-jun taught!" Ah Si twirled his leather shoes in front of the drunk man, giggling and sneering: "May I ask what is the name of this gentleman? I will inform your family to come and help you later." See you off."

"Scary! What brand is your leather shoe? It's so bright." As if he didn't understand what Ah Si said, the drunkard's eyes followed his leather shoe twice, with a look of envy He reached out to touch the leather shoe and smiled softly: "Oh, you asked me what my name is. My surname is Qin, and my name is Qin Zhao."

Qin Zhao? !

These three words are like a flash of blue lightning, piercing through the sweltering heat of a summer evening, which makes Yan Ruyu, who almost fainted immediately, wake up, almost subconsciously, Awry, he yelled out in a high-pitched voice: "Qin Zhao, save me!"

Qin Zhao, these three words can easily remind the Japanese who have been studying Chinese culture hard to think of the immortal poem "Qin Shi Ming Yue Han Shi Guan", but after a guy named after these three characters appeared, In the eyes of some people, these three words have become the code name of the god of death.

After Kang Jie heard Yan Ruyu yelling Qin Zhao's name in ecstasy, his first reaction was to stop pretending to be cool with that gun in his hand. He stopped immediately, and the middle finger of his right hand was on the trigger very quickly. As soon as his arm was raised... a black shadow smashed into his hand holding the gun with a whistling sound. Unable to hold back the gun, his eyes subconsciously followed the trajectory of the gun and landed on the opposite wall, before landing on the ground with a thud.

Then, the leather shoes, which had never been too masculine, fell on his leg. After seeing the gun jumping on the ground a few times, Kang Jie heard Ah Si's miserable howl.

At the same time as he said his name, Qin Zhao's hands touching Ah Si's leather shoes suddenly tightened, and he took off the shoe many times faster than he had just torn off Yan Ruyu's panties, without turning his head to look at Kang Jie. He glanced at it and threw it away. As if knowing that the shiny leather shoe would surely knock the gun in his hand, Qin Zhao just grasped Ah Si's smelly right foot with both hands and twisted it vigorously...

"Ah..." What would it feel like to have your feet twisted abruptly? I'm afraid only Brother Ah Si, who fainted from screaming, is blessed to taste it.

As if throwing a sack, Qin Zhao casually threw Ah Si behind the sofa, before he could stand up, his right leg had already wiped the ground, and ruthlessly swept towards the ankles of those poor Japanese.

Although people and people have facial features and sound limbs, it doesn't mean that these people have one more head than Chinese people just because they are Japanese, but in terms of acquired cultivation ability, they are not at the same level as Qin Zhao.

Hugh said that he and someone from Qin are better than them when they are playing hooligans and playing viciously. Even if they fight more fiercely with these Japanese, they will not be willing to admit defeat. Because before they understood why Ah Si flew out after yelling suddenly, he felt severe pain in his ankles, and fell to the ground with "Ai yo" in their mouths.

After knocking down these third-rate characters with three punches and two kicks, Qin Zhao stood up clapping his hands, took off his suit and threw it to Yan Ruyu without looking back. Those Japanese who were lying on the ground stepped on them, and as the bones made a crisp cracking sound, he walked up to Kosuke without changing his face: "Where is Ye Shuiliu? Why isn't he here?"

This man is really ruthless... This was the first thought that came to Yan Ruyu's mind after she used Qin Zhao's suit to cover up her most important parts. Seeing him deliberately stepping on someone else's bones, he was as ruthless as a normal person. I couldn't help shivering in my heart, and began to regret that I always love to be against him: He, will he treat me like this for a while? Should I take the opportunity to run away?

"You are Longteng Qiyue Qin Zhao?" Kang Jie held his fractured right hand in his left hand, the sweat on his forehead was so painful that it flowed into his eyes along the corners of his eyes, but this could not conceal the resentment in his eyes at all.

"That's right, if it's fake." Qin Zhao stopped a meter away from him, and asked again: "Where's Ye Shuiliu?"

"What Ye Shuiliu? I don't know him!"

"Hey, I can't see that you are quite stubborn." Qin Zhao stretched out his left hand to grab him* with a smile, and then praised him for his stubbornness. Bang's right hand punched him on the chin, and Kosuke immediately felt uncomfortable Willingly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood accompanied by two teeth.

Afraid that his dark blue shirt would be dirty, Qin Zhao hid from the pool of blood, and patted Kosuke's cheek with his hand: "Don't think I'm scaring you, let alone pretend to want to kill you like this in front of me." I want to piss on my heroic spirit. I don’t know if you have heard of a torture in China called Ling Chi. It is said that those with high skills can cut you three hundred times without dying.”

"I..." Kosuke mumbled a single word and stopped speaking. If people are so scared that they can say everything, then they are still warriors.

"Okay, I want to see how long you can hold on." Seeing that he was still obsessed, a certain person's eyes flashed with violence, and he picked up with his right foot, and a bunch of keys that fell out of no one was caught in his hand: " Now I don’t have time to look for a knife, let’s make do with a key.” After speaking, he stabbed Kosuke’s chest with his backhand, let him howl like a wolf, and picked it up hard... a piece of stinky tofu Flesh and flesh appeared under Kosuke's nose.

Even if Yan Ruyu wanted to eat these Japanese people just a moment ago, but when she saw Qin Zhao cut off a piece of his meat without making a fuss, she still couldn't help but opened her mouth and vomited out to eat it at noon. a serving of chicken tenders. Too cruel and bloody scenes sometimes stimulate not only the visual nerves of people, but sometimes the stomach.

"Where's Ye Shuiliu?" Qin Zhao threw back the pieces of meat on the bunch of keys, and asked Kosuke who was so scared that he peed his pants again with a smile.

"He, he..." Kang Jie no longer dared to face Qin Zhao's smiling face anymore, his nose and tears flowed down his head, his legs softened: "He's right next door...you kill me!"

"I won't kill you!" After Qin Zhao said this, he suddenly lifted him up violently, and at the same time he swung him towards the door, he threw himself forward, and the key in his hand was released. With a hasty rustling sound, it shot out like electricity to the person who broke in through the door. At this time, there was a soft '咻' sound, and then a peach blossom bloomed from Kang Jie's chest while running in mid-air, so bright that Yan Ruyu who had just raised her head forgot to even vomit.

Ye Shuiliu hit the chest of Kang Jie who was flying over suddenly, then raised his head abruptly, dodged the bunch of keys that came from him, slammed his body heavily against the door panel, and then bent down to avoid the dead but still alive Kosuke who fell down.

After Qin Zhao threw out the unlucky Kosuke and the key, he threw himself forward. Before he could lie down on the table, he pressed his hands on the table, and with a "hi" in his mouth, he turned back with his strength. He had already held the black military thorn in his hand, and just when Ye Shuiliu avoided Kosuke, the military thorn in his hand had already been handed to his chest.

Ye Shuiliu never dreamed that Qin Zhao would come back so soon.

The body has not yet straightened up, the military thorn that made his pupils shrink suddenly, licking forward* like a poisonous snake with its head up... If you say that Ye Shuiliu, a rising star in the Zichuan group, was stabbed by someone from Qin just like this If it is overthrown, it will really damage the dignity of the samurai of the Japanese Empire. The solid basic skills allowed him to face Qin Zhao's lightning-fast thrust, although he still didn't panic, he slammed his body against the door panel behind him as much as possible, and at the same time raised the pistol in his right hand to block it...

'Ka Ka Ka! The sound of iron rubbing made Yan Ruyu, who was holding the suit with both hands, couldn't help letting go and covering her ears. For a moment, blood, spring, and swaying silhouettes painted a poignant scene.

Throwing the military thorn forcefully to the side, the pistol that was stabbed into the barrel by the military thorn slipped out of Ye Shuiliu's hand, and the swarthy pistol drew a slanted line and landed beside Yan Ruyu with a puff.

After capturing the enemy's gun, Qin Zhao no longer worried about such a stormy attack, even the general's thorns were retracted behind his arms, and he looked at Ye Shuiliu who was leaning against the door panel lightly: "Showa Liushui, you deserve to be One of the four little heavenly kings in the Zichuan group was able to separate my army stabs with a gun in such a short period of time, it seems that he has worked hard at ordinary times."

After being told by Qin Zhao's real name, Zhaohe Liushui smiled miserably, slowly stood up straight, took a breath and said slowly, "Longteng Qiyue is Longteng Qiyue, I am not your opponent."

"Being able to speak out about your weaknesses, it seems that you are much more open and aboveboard than many Japanese people," Qin Zhao looked at Zhaohe Liushui: "At least you are much stronger than people like Liu Fei, and at the same time, I want to learn from you. There's not much hope of knowing something."

"Thank you, I can get your praise, I have no regrets in dying," Zhaohe Liushui's eyes really flashed with gratitude, and he tidied up his somewhat messy suit: "I would rather die than tell you about you." Those things I want to know, but before I die, I have a request, I wonder if you can agree?"

"Say it, and I'll do my best to satisfy you."