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In the face of absolute strength, all skills are jokes. Ye Qiu just moved his fingers to deal with this ignorant guy, and this ant couldn't hold on.

I don’t know where he got the courage. He is so talented that he is as good as the best in the world and is more arrogant than anyone else.

It seems that the territory is still too small, so small that the bodyguard mistakenly regards the ancient martial arts as the strongest in the world. He really has never seen the world.

"It hurts? What's even more painful is still behind!"

While talking and laughing, Ye Qiu added 10% of his strength, and suddenly he heard two "cracks" sounds, and the bodyguard's wrist bone was broken directly.

"Ah, it hurts so much!"

The miserable howl recalled throughout the abandoned school, and the bodyguard Xiaofei was like his father and mother who died, which was a tragic hero.

You know, Hell Shura has only used 20% of his power. If he uses all his strength, he will probably hear all the screams...

"roll!"

After breaking the wrist bone of this ignorant thing, Ye Qiu raised his right leg and kicked the bodyguard away with one kick.

Bodyguard Xiaofei was like a kite with broken strings. His body drew a beautiful arc in the air and hid it in front of Abudubaal, completely impartial.

"Puff!"

The bodyguard couldn't help it, and a mouthful of blood squirted directly onto the master's pants. The scarlet blood instantly dyed Abudubali's black trousers.

"Old guy, I admire your courage very much. After all, there are really not many people in this world who have the courage to compete with me.

However, if you have to endure your courage, you are brave but not good at it. Such a waste wants to hurt me? Is it really a joke?"

Ye Qiu took out a white napkin from his pocket and wiped it calmly, for fear that the boy would dirty his hands just now.

Since the negative panda blood from his younger brother Longquan was input into his body, he could clearly feel that his strength had improved a lot.

It is as easy to deal with these stinky tomatoes and rotten sweet potatoes, just as simple as eating and drinking water, easy and enjoyable.

"Ye family boy, don't be arrogant. In terms of personal strength, no one may be your opponent, you can ask for it.

However, I am not ready to fight you one-on-one. I have more than a thousand people in my hands, so I don’t believe they can’t kill you!”

After saying this, Abudubali suddenly roared, and the mafia outside the school immediately rushed in with their guns.

"hehe······"

Ye Qiu suddenly laughed. He had seen someone who was not afraid of death, but had never seen someone who was desperate for life.

With a light snap of his fingers, the thirty-six members of the Cold-Blooded Legion immediately formed a neat formation, tightly enclosing the golden iron triangle so that no one could harm them.

At the same time, these elite members turned around and loaded the bullets, and quickly pulled the trigger the moment the mafia rushed in.

"Bang bang bang!"

The crackling sound of gunfire was endless, and the entire abandoned school fell into battle. Although there were few members of the Cold-blooded Legion, they were better.

Their marksmanship is extremely accurate. They say that they will never touch the lower eyelids.

The group of mafia broke in and before they could carry the guns in their hands, countless bullets attacked them and could not stop them at all.

In just half a minute, more than a hundred people fell down, all of them fell into pools of blood, and they were shot in the forehead, and there were almost no one who resisted.

It was so scary. The life that was still alive just now turned into a cold corpse in a blink of an eye and went to the King of Hell to report.

This is not cold-blooded and ruthless, but they suffer on their own. Even if they live, they are wasteful.

Instead of harming the world without any thoughts, it is better to send them a journey so that these bastards can die early and reborn early.

"Go on, hold a gun and kill this turtle grandson!"

Abudubali roared loudly, hoping to defeat the golden iron triangle with the advantage of the number of people.

But beyond his expectations, after giving the order, no one dared to rush inside rashly, all of them shrank in place, showing their struggles.

The mafia are also human beings. They are also afraid of death. They also watch more than a hundred companions fall over there. How could anyone dare to act rashly?

After raising troops for a thousand days, Abudubali was very angry. In order to understand the hatred in his heart, he immediately launched a money offensive.

"Give me all, kill one million, do what you say!"

This old guy is usually very timid, and he never gets a penny. Not to mention a million, he has to break apart a thousand dollars and spend half of them.

But at this critical moment, he couldn't care about so much. He completely bleeded. As long as someone killed the members of the cold-blooded legion, he would immediately give money!

As the saying goes, there must be a brave man under heavy rewards, and this sentence is quite reasonable.

One million is enough to make many people live for half their lives. To put it bluntly, these mafia have lived for decades and have never seen so much money.

Now there is an opportunity in front of you. As long as you encounter luck and kill a member of the Cold-blooded Legion, you will be carefree for the rest of your life.

"Brothers, the master has raised us for so long, and we are charging forward at critical moments. We cannot let our expectations down.

Now, there are red flower money in front of you. If you have the courage to rush with me, kill all these bastards!"

The one who shouted was a middle-aged man in his forties. His Mandarin was not very standard, and he even carried the dialect of the other side of the territory.

For the sake of money, he really didn't even want his life, so he was encouraging his morale and was preparing to launch a charge with his younger brothers behind him.

In an instant, the mafia were once again motivated and the crowd was infuriated. For the sake of that one million, they rushed forward desperately.

"Bang bang, bang bang bang......"

The crackling sound of the submachine gun sounded again, and the thirty-six members were ruthlessly reaping their lives like emotional executioners.

This is not a battle that is evenly matched between the two sides? It is obviously a unilateral massacre, and countless mafia fell in a pool of blood, without even humming and silenced.

In just five minutes, more than a thousand guys immediately lost their number to 300, and the rest were all timid.

Their back legs are of no help, no matter how Abudu Baal increases his chips.

The old guy really fought hard, from one million at the beginning to one million at the end, it increased tenfold.

But what's the use? None of the thirty-six members died tragically, at most they were shot or two and were slightly injured.
Chapter completed!