Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

The blade suddenly turned when it was about to pierce Liang Jiarong's abdomen, and then fell naturally. When it was about to hit the ground, a foot wearing cloth shoes stretched out and kicked the back of the knife. It bounced up again at a faster speed and fell into a long-jointed hand. Then the hand held the handle of the knife and hit the face of the kidnapper who jumped up holding the pinched wrist hard and fast. .

When the loud noise sounded, Lin Ziyu was also staggered by the sound wave. Before she could straighten up, a black light flashed in the corner of her eye, and then there was severe pain on her wrist, which was so painful that she couldn't help but relax. The small pistol also fell from his hand, and was snatched away by a generous hand in mid-air.

When she raised her head in surprise, the black shadow had already circled around the two waiters holding submachine guns beside her. The submachine guns left a dazzling trace in the air and fell into the two men who were walking out of the crowd. In the hands of a tall man, her small gun passed through the two people and fell into the hands of the handsome man.

From the loud noise to the sound waves dissipating, it only took a few seconds.

But the VIP room was completely different.

Dong Ershao and Liang Jiarong, who had narrowly escaped death, had horror and ecstasy intertwined on their faces, and tears welled up in their eyes when they looked at their benefactor.

Second Young Master Dong trembled his lips and said: Brothers, brothers!

Ying Thirteen pushed away his trembling hand that wanted to hug him, pushed him aside, made a knife in his hand, and opened the door of the VIP room a little.

Various sounds, including fierce gunshots, passed through the line.

Damn it! What kind of glass is this! Even gunpowder can't break it!

Brother, run quickly! There's a fight over there!

Why are you running? They beat them! Quick, give me the hammer!

Click, click, click! the sound of a submachine gun.

The joyous laughter that erupted in the VIP room after a delay of half a moment suddenly became mute.

Ying Thirteen opened the door through the crack in the door.

All the decorations in the VIP room are made of real materials. Even the doors are thick and soundproof. The outside is already in such a mess that no sound can be heard inside.

The corridor was in chaos due to the explosion. Several men covered with black cloth were hammering hard on the glass cabinet where the white jade lotus was placed.

In another part of the corridor, a dozen men with guns were forced behind the pillars, shooting at the people in the VIP room at the end.

The bullets made a sharp whistle and made dense small craters on the wall. If anyone looked up, they would be hit by the bullets. Blood spattered on the wall, blooming like a peach blossom.

Ying Thirteen's eyes glanced at the men who were shouting excitedly because the glass cabinet had cracks, and he waved to Ye Po.

Ye Po knocked the two waiters unconscious with a knife in hand. He glanced at Lin Ziyu, took the knife thrown by Ying Shisan, and took a look at the crack of the door. Then he turned back and smiled at Ling Qingyu. , ducked out.

Po'er! Ling Qingyu shouted and turned to look at Yan San.

Yan Sanzheng was standing by the gambling table, holding a pistol in one hand and knocking on the table, and said to the two stupid men: Pretend, keep pretending. Seeing Ling Qingyu look over, he raised his hand and threw the gun to them. Yang Zhao and Zhao Yinfeng left the gambling table and took her from Zhao Yinfeng's arms. With a reassuring smile on their lips, they said softly: It's nothing.

Young Master Fang got up from the ground, patted Ying Jiu on the shoulder, and said to the two men pretending to be money: How dare you kidnap me to steal my money? Tell me honestly who sent you!

Then it's no longer your money. Yan San said coolly.

Young Master Fang was stunned, remembering that he had indeed lost nearly 50 million, didn't he say that the money belonged to him?

Several huge explosions were heard outside the door, and the sound waves shook the door of the VIP room twice.

The people inside the door screamed and panicked again in fright.

Second Young Master Dong greeted Ying Thirteen with an ancient clasped fist and then swooped back into the crowd. Liang Jiarong also said thank you and retreated.

Third Master, they are moving this way. Ying Thirteen called back, and Young Master Fang immediately squatted by the door and looked out.

There was a person standing deep in the corridor. The rocket launcher on his shoulder was firing a shell, which exploded directly on the pillar, blowing away the few people behind the pillar.

Young Master Fang's face turned pale, and his legs were shaking as if he had no strength at all and fell to the ground. He looked at another person coming out from the other side of the corridor, with the rocket launcher on his shoulder facing...

This is the direction of their VIP room.

Ying Thirteen lifted him and threw him to the side. After closing the door, he and Ying Jiu stepped aside and shouted: Get out of the way!

Hearing the whistling sound, Yan San pressed Ling Qingyu to the ground and covered him up. Zhao Yinfeng on the side also covered his huge body.

When the others saw it, they all fell to the ground without hesitation.

Only Ye Shiyi's slender bamboo-like figure stood in the middle.

With a sharp roar, the shells directly opened a big hole in the door of the VIP room and hit the crowd, and were about to explode.

Chu Nan pressed her body against Zhong Chufei's body and cursed inwardly.

Everyone held their heads and lowered their bodies in fear. No one saw that at that moment, Ying Jiu threw out the knife in his hand.

Ye Shiyi took the knife with his hands, his inner strength surged, he jumped up, and slapped the cannon head hard with the knife head.

Shoot the cannonball back to its original path.

The cannonball flew back through the hole it passed through, exploding halfway through and cracking open the corridor.

From the entrance of the cave, Ying Thirteen saw smoke filled with rubble flying all over the sky. The men finally opened the glass cabinet and happily took out the white jade lotus. However, just after running back a few steps, a figure appeared in the wind. They rushed over from the exit, chopped them down easily, and then grabbed the white jade lotus.

Flashing through the door, Ye Po said: There are many people coming over there, holding guns, saying they want to save Brother Dong. As he said that, he threw a submachine gun in his hand to Yang Zhao.

Not from the National Security Bureau? Yang Zhao stood up, took the gun with his hand, and asked.

Ye Po shook his head and said, The police above are almost done. The casino below is being evacuated, and the police are all down there.

Why did the shell explode outside? With doubts in their hearts, the people in the hall had no intention of paying attention to these things.

Brother Dong's people won't worry about us. They will kill people when they see them. Mr. Ji said to Yan San. The strength of this group of people was beyond his imagination, and there might be a way to survive by following them.

Yan San helped Ling Qingyu stand up, looking at her face that was turned white by the loud noise just now, a look of cruelty flashed across her face.

Yang Zhaola opened the gun's safety and said calmly: Then we can only strike first.

Well! Strike first to gain the upper hand?