Everyone was stunned. When they turned around, they found that the vulgar middle-aged man was actually lying in a pool of blood.

Blood was cut off from his neck and it was leaping out from his carotid artery like a water spray gun.

His whole body was twitching, his eyes staring like a pigeon egg, pointing at Meng Yang with an incredible look on his face. He never thought he would die like this.

Those people looked at Meng Yang with a serious look on their faces. This guy came up and killed their boss.

So powerful?

"Say or not?"

Meng Yang's eyes were extremely cold, and he was quickly without saying a word.

He slapped a man in black and was directly beaten by Meng Yang.

The companion next to him immediately reacted, raised the submachine gun and pulled the trigger hard at Meng Yang's chest.

Meng Yang sneered, raised his right hand gently, aiming at his submachine gun directly at a man in black.

A gunshot was heard.

The man in black was beaten to death by his own people before he could react.

"Son of a bitch."

They had lost three members in a very short period of anger.

How did this guy do it?

"Bang bang bang..." Meng Yang's figure flashed like lightning, flashing and moving among the crowd. They could not even hit Meng Yang.

Even after two shots, not only did they fail to hit Meng Yang, but they also injured their companions.

Why is the guy so fast? Is this a ghost?

"Haha, with this little skill, I still want to come here to go wild, so get back."

Meng Yang kicked away, and the middle-aged man pointing at Meng Yang was kicked away 4 meters away by him.
Chapter completed!