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Chapter 133

More than a dozen daggers were swept up like leaves, and then burst out.

The masked killers had no time to react before they were pierced by daggers.

It was already contaminated with the poisonous water of Seven Days Broken Heart Powder, and was contaminated with the falling bone powder.

Today's daggers are simply deadly weapons.

"Ahhhhh!"

Screams that did not sound like human voices began to sound one after another.

The dozen or so masked killers who were attacked fell to the ground in just a few seconds, their bodies covered in ulcers.

After a few seconds, there was no more movement, only a puddle of thick water remained.

This scene completely frightened the remaining masked killers.

They have always been cruel and ruthless, and they will do anything for the Zhao family's generous rewards.

But at this moment, all I can think about is fear.

"Ah! I don't want to die without leaving any bones or dregs."

"It's too scary. The poison has no effect on him. It will only be us who die."

"Run, run quickly!"

After coming back to their senses, they no longer have the courage to tuck their heads in their belts.

They all screamed and ran away.

"No one of you can escape today!"

Ye Zunlong's emotionless voice echoed throughout the bar.

It's like a magical sound that enchants the soul.

The next second, he did the same thing again, shooting daggers like raindrops at the escaping masked killer.

In just one breath, everything is destroyed!

When the tree falls and the hozens scatter, Zhao Shuihan is now a lonely man who has lost all his support.

Facing Ye Zunlong, who was walking towards him step by step, filled with murderous intent like the god of death.

Zhao Shuihan has always been fearless, and considers himself the greatest person in the world.

Finally scared!

"The surname is Ye... No, Ye, Mr. Ye! Please spare me, spare me!"

Zhao Shuihan's face was full of panic, and his crotch was wet.

While begging for mercy, he rushed towards Qian Suyi and Ye Mengmeng who were unconscious.

The masked killer who controlled the two women was dead long ago. If Zhao Shuihan wanted to survive, he could only use the two women as a bargaining chip to threaten him.

"snort."

Ye Zunlong didn't know what he was thinking, and with just a cold snort, he was already behind Zhao Shuihan.

Five claws formed into it and pinched the back of his neck.

"Almost, just a little bit..."

Zhao Shuihan flapping his hands and feet, the knife in his hand was only a few centimeters away from Ye Mengmeng's body, he was afraid and unwilling to say it.

"I swore that whoever dares to bully my sister, I will make him regret coming into this world."

Ye Zunlong's tone was extremely cold, and as he spoke, he turned Zhao Shuihan's head in front of him.

"Brother Ye! Just treat me like a piece of shit. I don't dare to go against you anymore. I am the only son in the Zhao family. When my old and immortal father enters the coffin, the Zhao family will all belong to me."

Mine, as long as you let me go, you will be able to prosper..."

Zhao Shuihan's fearful eyes almost bulged out, and he frantically expressed his desire to survive, trying to use money to save his life.

Unfortunately, Ye Zunlong was not moved at all.

He reached into his arms with his other hand and took out a packet of white powder.

"Turn into bone powder! How could you have such poison..."

Zhao Shuihan's eyes almost fell to the ground in shock.

"Perhaps the King of Hell will tell you."

Ye Zunlong raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, pinched his mouth, and poured a whole bag of bone powder into it.
Chapter completed!
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