Meng Shuai was secretly happy and didn't care about what happened in front of him. He grabbed the door panel, pulled it back, and creaked, and the back door had already opened.

Under the hazy moonlight, Meng Shuai stretched out his head and thought he could see the lights on the street, which were the guiding lights for him to escape.

But no.

A tall figure blocked the lights and the shadows were cast on Meng Shuai.

The figure was blocked at the door, and the two shimmering eyes nailed Meng Shuai like nails.

Meng Shuai's heart almost jumped out of his mouth. A scene suddenly appeared at night, not a joke. He held his scream in his throat and turned into a huge sound: "Damn—" he ran away with the wind.

Before he could finish screaming, the figure suddenly leaned forward and suddenly fell down.

Meng Shuai was frightened again and took a step back. With a bang, the figure fell heavily to the ground.

Concentrating his mind, Meng Shuai stepped forward. With some light, he saw a tall man lying on the ground. His facial features were not clearly visible. He could only see that half of his face was covered with blood. He grabbed the ground with one hand, as if he wanted to get up with the force, but he saw his body trembling slightly and his fingers penetrated deeply into the land.

A thought flashed through Meng Shuai's mind: Is this finger practiced? What kind of eagle claw skills or something?

Then, he began to think about normal things - where did this person come from?

Is it from the Rong family? Is it an enemy who is invading? Or is it a person passing by by chance?

The man was lying on the ground and had not yet arisen for a long time. Meng Shuai was also in trouble. If this was his own home, it would be necessary to save the person first. But now this place is a wolf's nest and he was about to escape. If he had a little trouble, he might have missed the opportunity.

Meng Shuai thought about it, held the man's armpit with both hands, dragged his body back hard, and dragged his body across the threshold. He is now in the weightlifting realm and has hundreds of kilograms of strength on both arms, so this drag is still very easy.

Then, he jumped gently, stepped over the man's body, and was about to go out.

At this moment, Meng Shuai felt ankle hurt and had been caught. He also reacted very quickly. His other foot kicked backwards and immediately stepped on the enemy's wrist. With a click, the sound of bone shattering sounded.

However, the man was really cruel. Even so, he didn't let go. His five fingers were deeply embedded in Meng Shuai's flesh. Meng Shuai felt pain and had to jump and turn around halfway. Sure enough, he saw that the man underground was holding him persistently.

At this time, the blood-stained face raised again, and the eyes in the darkness were a bit wolfish.

Meng Shuai was anxious and angry, but he didn't expect that his last tremor would be so unhappy. At this time, he really responded to the sentence: the anger was at the center of his anger, and evil was coming to the side of his courage. The iron in his hand bounced up, and a sharp blade as thin as a cicada's wing popped up immediately. He gritted his teeth and said, "Do you die for me--" With a wave of the sharp blade in his hand, it had been cut off.

At this moment, a few steps came, Xiao Mo rushed back and exclaimed: "No, it's the official army! We..."

When she came here, she suddenly saw this scene and was shocked. She swallowed half of her words and said, "What... is this?"

Meng Shuai stopped in the air at this time, pressed his thumb, immediately put it away, raised his head, and said, "Nothing... Sister Xiaomo, have you found out what you have? What do you think we are going to do?"
Chapter completed!