Seeing Zhao Fan's look powerless to resist, the six people on the garden did not come over immediately. There was a deep fear in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Fan.

The black man in the head looked like he had a flower turban on his head, and he gently tapped it with something similar to a remote control in his hand.

The buzzing sound had become very clear and sharp at this moment. Even the few people in the sunroom were nearly twenty meters away from here, their faces turned pale.

Zhao Fan, who was in the center of this buzzing sound, felt his heart beating so hard that it was almost bursting. The blood in his body seemed to be running wildly, and it became extremely difficult to move a finger.

The glass cups and transparent vases placed on the white coffee table beside him were also covered with cracks at this moment. The crackling sound was completely covered by the buzzing sound, and silently turned into pieces scattered all over the ground.

Every second seemed to be extremely long, and there were already subtle blood lines flowing in Zhao Fan's corners of his mouth and ears.

The other party's caution exceeded his imagination. Until he felt his consciousness begin to fall asleep and was about to fall into a coma, the group of people slowly approached a little under the leadership of a tall black man.

They still stayed at the edge of the swimming pool, and kept a distance of about ten meters from Zhao Fan. They all pointed at Zhao Fan's head with sound-silenced pistols in their hands, looking at him without saying a word.

This is a trap specifically targeting Zhao Fan. The person who took action knows Zhao Fan very well.

They expected Zhao Fan to come to this room, and they also knew that fists and bullets could not deal with him at all.

So they set up these things here, waiting for him to fall into the trap.

Zhao Fan relaxed his vigilance because he trusted too much in the person who should have lived in the room, and all the abnormalities were regarded as a prank by the little girl. It was not until the buzzing sound that he realized that he had stepped into the trap.

The buzzing sound was very powerful, and the group of people who were approaching could not stand it.

After resisting and observing Zhao Fan for a while, he found that he was indeed unable to get up, the black man in the lead with a flower turban pressed the remote control a few times, weakening the buzzing sound, and took the few people behind him closer again.

They were still nervous, with the gun aimed at Zhao Fan's head, and every step was very cautious.

Zhao Fan curled up like a ripe prawn and lay on the ground, looking at the six strange faces not far away with his eyes blankly. His head had recovered some of his thinking ability at this time, and he also judged that the other party should be using something like sonar, and directly broke through his defense.

The chest and lungs were as painful as fire, and warm blood dripped from time to time along the corners of the mouth.

His internal organs must have been bleeding and his injuries are very serious.

But he didn't think he would die like this. He had seen the sonar pillars arranged in the four corners of the living room. It was obviously a hasty portable equipment arranged in portable equipment. It was indeed quite powerful, but it also had its limits.

Since the other party knows him so well, he will not be given a chance to fight back. He should have released the maximum power of this thing just now. Since he didn't die like that, he wouldn't die.

But now it is difficult for him to even bend his fingers and he cannot protect himself. He dare not imagine what kind of fate the few people hidden behind the flower bed would have.

He was anxious to find a solution, but suddenly realized that in this situation, he seemed to have no trump card that he could show off.

"Mr. Anusbi, long time no see, do you miss us?"

Looking at the blood on the corner of Zhao Fan's mouth, the tall black man in charge finally showed an exaggerated smile on his face. His white teeth were shining with light, and he said slowly in his broken English as he watched Zhao Fan speak slowly.

Zhao Fan took a deep breath and was about to speak, but suddenly realized that the moment he inhaled, his body seemed to have recovered some of the ability to move.

His eyes flashed and he closed his eyes gently.

"I'll introduce myself. My name is Eddy. Mr. Stark asked me to say hello to you on his behalf."

The smile on the tall black man's face became even stronger. He took two steps towards Zhao Fan with a bold look, and gently shook the remote control in his hand with an excited look on his face.

"Let Belinda go, I can spare your life and let you live."

Zhao Fan slowly opened his eyes, his tone of coldness, but as soon as he finished speaking, he coughed violently, and blood sprayed and fell on the camel-colored carpet beside his face, like beautiful plum blossoms.

"Haha, did you hear it? Lord Anusbi said, he wants to let us go?"

"Haha, Lord Anusbi said he would spare our lives and let us have a way out!"

Black Edie grew up exaggeratedly and laughed, straightened her body, shouted at the people behind her, and the group of people burst into laughter.

"Mr. Anusbi, I can't bear to kill you anymore. You really make me happy."

"The great Mr. Stark has long seen your weakness. The so-called death god Anusby is just a piece of feces with a unique shape in our eyes. If you don't want to pay attention to you, you don't want to get the stinking smell on you. Do you really think you are already the king of the dark world?"

Edie shook her head in the direction of Zhao Fan, her eyes flashed with cold light, and she stepped back again, and the remote control in her hand was also aimed at the direction of the room.

"You should understand now that Mr. Stark is the real God of Death in the dark world. He has given you a free ticket to hell. Lord Anusby, please go to hell and continue to be your God of Death!"

Edie reached out to grab the turban on her head. The man was a bald man, with a tattoo with complex patterns on his shiny scalp, which looked particularly ferocious. He was so excited that his body was trembling slightly, and he pressed the remote control on his hand with heavy breathing. An extremely harsh buzzing sound appeared again.

Zhao Fan let out a howl, his body kept shaking, and he raised his hand and hugged his head and twitched constantly on the ground.

"Farewell, Lord Anusbi!"

A group of people looked at Zhao Fan, whose shaking frequency was getting lower and lower, and was obviously relieved. Edie signaled and rushed towards the group of people hidden behind the flower bed.

Just as these people turned to look towards the garden, a crisp sound came from behind them.

They were so familiar with this sound, it was the sound of bone fractures.

Several people's hair stood up all over their bodies, and their bodies jumped up without hesitation, and their guns were instantly aimed at their backs.

A tall white man who was fighting side by side with Edie just now fell down slowly with his hands covering his throat, but Zhao Fan's figure had disappeared.

"run."

Edie screamed, and without any hesitation, he ran towards the exit of the room. They were too familiar with Zhao Fan, and sonar could not kill him. The gun in their hands was a toy in front of Zhao Fan and would not have any effect at all.

The few people who were close to him actually wanted to run away, but the reaction was a little slower, and it was precisely because they were one step slower that they temporarily saved their lives.

Because Edie had forgotten that the sonar equipment in the living room was still running at maximum power.

Zhao Fan was able to withstand immortality, which had already exceeded the limit of human beings, but it did not mean that Edi could withstand it.

As soon as he stepped into the room, his eardrums stinged. The man was shocked and only let out a shrill scream, and he fell to the ground. In a moment, the skin on his body had exploded, and blood was flying around like a fountain, and he could not die anymore.

The cold breath was moving rapidly at the edge of the swimming pool. The remaining four people were so scared that they didn't even see Zhao Fan's voice clearly, and their throats were crushed and they fell heavily to the ground.

After killing these four people, Zhao Fan did not stop at all. He entered the living room like blue smoke, kicked off the power socket that had already been seen. The buzzing sound of the sonar in the room suddenly came.

He endured a mouthful of blood that was about to be squirted and quickly ran to the flower bed deep in the garden.

The four people behind the flower bed were just beaten and unconscious. Although their hands and feet were tied up, there was nothing serious. Zhao Fan forced himself to untie the constraints for the few people, and then he lay side by side in the garden with them.

The room was filled with a pungent smell of blood, but it was quiet and strange.

Zhao Fan's chest and abdomen kept undulating according to their unique rules, and his face, which was not even blood-colored, was quickly returning to rosy.

It was the nameless martial art that saved him.

When Edi and others approached, they inhaled in one breath, and the breath in their bodies unknowingly followed the course of the nameless martial arts. It was then that he discovered that this martial art could actually help him resist the damage of sonar.

He felt a little painful because he used more than 600 skill points and his nameless martial arts were upgraded to level 3.

He was also a little lucky, glad that he did not use the skill points in the system indiscriminately, otherwise he would not have been able to solve the opponent so easily.

He was even more grateful that he had been practicing hard for the past few days, otherwise the operation of the nameless martial art would not have been so naturally used, nor would he find a solution to the problem so quickly.

Hearing some movements coming from beside him, Zhao Fan opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at him. The girl with a blond hair was also looking at him at the moment. Her fair little hands were tightly covering her mouth, and her face was full of disbelief.

"Beautiful Miss Belinda, are we meeting again?"

Zhao Fan coughed, reached out to wipe the dry blood on the corners of his mouth, and said to the girl in front of him with a smile.

"Van, it's really you? Am I dead? Let's go to heaven together?"

The girl Xiaojing stretched out her soft fingers and poked Zhao Fan's arm with excitement, rubbing the back of her head with the other hand. She stood up with difficulty and glanced at the scene around the swimming pool, and the words in her mouth stopped abruptly.

The girl saw the corpses, but there was not much fear on her face, but she felt a little used to it.

Soon, her eyes, as blue as lake water, turned cunningly, and a scream came from her mouth, and her whole body crawled onto Zhao Fan, hugging his neck hard and shouting, "Oh my God, how come so many people died? I'm so scared! Fan, hold me, hug me quickly."

Zhao Fan smiled bitterly, put one hand on the girl in his arms, and sat up with the other hand, and said with a smile, "I thought you would be afraid, but now it seems that your courage is even greater than I thought."

"I'm really afraid. If you don't believe me, touch me, and my heart will almost jump out."

Belinda sat directly on Zhao Fan's lap, grabbed his hand and pressed it on her towering chest. She was wearing a white V-neck casual shirt, and the dazzling white and deep ditch made Zhao Fan dizzy. As soon as her fingers touched the softness, it bounced back like an electric shock.

Belinda giggled, leaned forward slightly, her plump red lips were printed on Zhao Fan's cheek, and she said with a smirk, "You are my angel. When I encounter danger, you can always appear as soon as possible."
Chapter completed!