Moon Queen Teahouse.

"You won't let me kill anyone in front of you, right?"

Wei Xiaobao looked at Xiaodao, who was gradually losing ground, and said with a smile, he was talking to Jiang Yirong.

"What do you think?!"

Jiang Yirong turned to look at Wei Xiaobao, who downplayed the murder, with a serious look on his face.

"Can't bad people also do it?"

Wei Xiaobao continued to test.

"You don't seem to be a good person, right?"

Jiang Yirong curled her lips and said.

Wei Xiaobao shook his head and smiled bitterly. It seemed that if he wanted to make the woman he fell in love with obediently, he could only do so through a physical fight.

At this moment, a muffled groan came from the field, and then they saw Xiao Dao taking a few steps back. His chest was stained red with blood, and a bloody wound was clearly visible to the eyes of the two spectators.

The knife failed.

The killer seems to really fight to the death once the war begins. Even if he is no longer a killer, the courage to refuse to admit defeat seems to be always there.

The injured knife gritted his teeth, clenched the knife in his palm again, stared coldly at his opponent, and planned to launch the next attack.

"enough."

Wei Xiaobao looked at the knife and shook his head. Then he walked towards the powerful killer.

"Your opponent is me, why hurt innocent people."

The killer turned to look at Wei Xiaobao, with a fiery look in his eyes, an expressionless face, and a fierce fighting spirit. Generally, people who consider themselves masters always like to challenge the strong.

And Wei Xiaobao is obviously the strong one, this is the sixth sense among masters.

"I heard people say you are very strong, but I don't believe it. Let me see if you are as strong as they say!"

This is the first thing the killer has said since he appeared.

"You'd better strike first. If I strike first, you will die! But I promised others that I won't kill you today."

Wei Xiaobao spread his hands helplessly and turned to look at Jiang Yirong behind him.

"careful!"

The moment Wei Xiaobao turned around, Jiang Yirong suddenly exclaimed!

Because the moment Wei Xiaobao turned around, the killer suddenly moved, and the long knife in his hand stabbed directly into the back of Wei Xiaobao's neck!

Wei Xiaobao looked at Jiang Yirong who screamed in surprise, blinked, and did not look back in a hurry, but a majestic murderous aura suddenly emanated from his body and instantly filled the entire teahouse.

The killer also felt this strong murderous intent, and his forward body paused unconsciously.

Just when the killer was about to take a meal, Wei Xiaobao, who was originally facing the killer, suddenly pivoted on his toes, turned his body to one side, and kicked out his other foot like lightning, hitting the killer's lower abdomen hard!

The killer groaned, his body flew out uncontrollably, and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Before the killer could land, Wei Xiaobao had already rushed to the killer's side like a ghost, suddenly slapped his palm, and hit the killer's chest hard!

The killer, whose body was still in mid-air, was hit hard to the ground by this palm and did not make any more sound.

The difference in strength is visible to the naked eye.

Jiang Yirong stared blankly at Wei Xiaobao, who was standing with his back to her. She couldn't believe her eyes. She didn't expect that Wei Xiaobao was so powerful. This was the first time he saw Wei Xiaobao take action.

"died?"

After a long time, Jiang Yirong, who had regained consciousness, rushed to the killer in surprise and asked loudly, wondering whether to catch Wei Xiaobao who actually killed someone in front of her.

With a hint of luck, Jiang Yirong sniffed the killer's breath and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The killer was still alive, but a dark palm print appeared on his chest. Wei Xiaobao's palm directly smashed the clothes on the killer's chest, leaving a mark of his palm. The killer's exposed skin was completely black.

Jiang Yirong turned around and looked at Wei Xiaobao, who had just lit a cigarette, with a face full of surprise. She also felt the invisible pressure just now, and she knew it was coming from Wei Xiaobao.

Who are you? Jiang Yirong thought to herself, and couldn't help but become more curious about Wei Xiaobao's identity.

"I kept my word. I didn't kill him. I left him alive so that you could go back and have a good trial."

Wei Xiaobao spread his hands and said innocently.

"I know what to do, I don't need you to teach me."

Jiang Yirong said, took out her mobile phone and dialed the bureau's number.

Wei Xiaobao smiled, glanced at Xiao Dao standing far away, turned around and walked out.

"Thanks."

Just as Wei Xiaobao was about to reach the door of the teahouse, he heard Jiang Yirong's voice coming from behind.

Hearing the words 'thank you', Wei Xiaobao was stunned for a moment, then a satisfied smile appeared on his face and he strode out.

Jiang Yirong, from now on, you will not be able to escape from the palm of my Lordship's hands.

Outside the teahouse.

"Can you still resist it?"

Wei Xiaobao glanced at the knife that was still bleeding on his chest and asked with a frown.

"fine."

Xiaodao shook his head and said softly.

Xiaodao saw the battle just now and felt a little more awe of Wei Xiaobao in his heart.

"Go to the hospital."

The sports car roared, carrying the injured knife and speeding towards the hospital.

For Wei Xiaobao, it was an accident and a gain that the killer Wanjia was looking for happened to meet Jiang Yirong, because Jiang Yirong would find Wanjia. Not for him, but because Jiang Yirong was a police officer herself and would not sit idly by.

...

Wanji Group.

Wan Jun was sitting in an office on the third floor, drinking and looking a little depressed.

Ever since he heard that the third assassination had failed again, he had never had a good look on his face. He had been staying in the office for the past two days without even returning home.

"Master, someone is looking for you."

At this time, Qian Feng opened the door and walked in. He stood at the door and said softly.

"Didn't you see that I was bothered? No see!"

Wan Jun stared at Qian Feng impatiently.

"It's Inspector J."

Qian Feng peeked outside the door, turned to Wan Jun and spoke in a low voice, winking constantly.

When he heard Qian Feng say that the police were looking for him, he cursed secretly, put the wine in the drawer, straightened his clothes, and nodded to Qian Feng.

After a while, two policemen came in from outside the door, a man and a woman.

Jiang Yirong!

"Hello, we are from the city bureau. We suspect that you hired someone to kill someone. Please come back to J with us for investigation."

Jiang Yirong frowned, waved her hand to drive away the pungent smell of alcohol, and opened an arrest warrant.

"What? Did you make a mistake?"

Wan Jun stood up from his chair in surprise.

"Whether it's a mistake or not, we'll find out once we go back and investigate."

Jiang Yirong said coldly.

The killer who was knocked unconscious by Wei Xiaobao finally confessed to the crime and named the buyer after being interrogated by Jiang Yirong for 48 hours at the same time.

It is undoubtedly Wan Jun.

"I want to see a lawyer."

Wan Jun sat down on the chair, not intending to leave just like that, but his eyes were a little panicked.

"Just let the lawyer go directly to the city bureau. Now you have to come with us. You are being arrested, not assisting in the investigation. It's best to understand the situation."

Jiang Yirong's face was expressionless and her voice was cold.

If Wei Xiaobao hadn't been present that day, she might have died in the teahouse. How could she have easily let go of the people who hired the killers, even though the two killers were going after Wei Xiaobao.
Chapter completed!