martial law

It is conceivable how fast Yang Lin's smoke-piercing gun stabbed.

So much so that the old man smoking dry tobacco didn't react at all.

After being pierced through the neck, he still ran for seven or eight meters without noticing it, and then suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground in astonishment.

Before the crowd's exclamation stopped, a cold light came into their eyes.

Yang Lin's left eye felt cold, and he saw a knife.

An exquisite knife as thin as a cicada's wing, sharp and small, without a handle.

There was no sound of wind, but I felt it and saw it. The strong wind caused by the knife was about to pierce my eyelids.

This should be the small knife among the three masters who have injured Wang Xiaoqiao and retreated without competing for full power.

Control the knife with the heart, the knife cares first.

If you go out, you will be hit, and gods and ghosts cannot escape.

That's the knife technique.

"Good knife."

Yang Lin blurted out admiration.

Before he could speak, his eyes were icy cold.

While the heart was beating, there was a trace of extreme chill around the body...

Feeling threatened, he took a step ahead and breathed out a mouthful of frost into his chest, feeling that the time in front of him stretched infinitely.

All the subtle expressions and changes in the mind of that knife and that person are reflected in his mind.

He didn't dodge or dodge, he raised one hand first, slightly bent his two fingers in the middle of the food, and flicked out with a bang.

From Wang Xiaoqiao, he already knew that the speed of this knife is not very fast, nor is its strength very strong.

However, it is extremely sharp.

Whether it is big or not, it is not small.

It's actually not that hard to deal with.

However, there is a unique feature of this small knife, that is, after his knife flies out, it cannot be avoided.

It seems to be locked by divine will, and the direction can be changed at will, which is extremely magical.

In view of this.

Yang Lin had no intention of hiding at all.

When he killed Hou Yuanliang and the old man Hanyan, he had long been on guard against this most difficult knife.

Seeing it at this time, of course it is using force to oppress people and the strong to bully the weak.

With my master realm, the power of the three boxing techniques is concentrated on a few fingers...

Two fingers flick on the blade.

The energy broke through the wind, and the tip of the knife shattered like glass shards.

Several crystal lines were cracked on the blade, wrapped in a huge force, and flew out backwards.

boom……

Numerous fine scraps of iron and the remaining blade turned into a rainbow light, which was reflected back with a whoosh.

puff……

Blood burst out.

A figure leans slowly.

Unbelievable exclamations sounded all around.

"Inspector Huang..."

"Jing Yun."

"Big... big brother."

There were exclamations one after another, as if no one expected this to happen, and after thinking about it carefully, it was only natural.

Yang Lin wants to kill Zhang Yulin, but you, Fatty Huang, keep dispatching your men to attack and recruit killers.

When people won't fight back.

As a result, well, Zhang Yulin is not dead yet.

Huang Jingyun had already gone one step ahead and reported to Lord Yan.

This scene is both sad and joyful, like a very absurd farce, making people dumbfounded.

"Your knife is not very good, and you actually turned back against your master. You are not very good at practicing."

Yang Lin laughed, and looked at the pale and terrified flying swordsman.

At this moment, the other party pinched a throwing knife in his hand again, but he didn't dare to make a move, and he didn't know what to do at all.

"No, no, it's you..."

"Is there any difference?"

With a movement of Yang Lin's figure, he slapped his chest with his backhand.

I saw the whole sternum of this person collapsed, his body flew out like a kite, and he fell to the ground dead.

Throwing knives are useless, he is nothing.

You can't run fast, you can't fight.

Even Yang Lin couldn't catch a random move.

After killing these people, everything will be calm.

Even Huang Jingyun's death was worthless, and the high-ranking guests around couldn't help shrinking their heads, for fear of being targeted by that person.

Who said that the so-called Yang Wudi was just touted by the ignorant people, and he was promoted by the Fist of Fury Sect, but he wasn't actually that strong?

Some businessmen who were closer to Huang Jingyun and Zhang Yulin secretly regretted it at this time.

I thought that after I went back, I would see if I could go to the Fist of Fury earlier to make friends and ask for favors.

The ground snake is very strong, but the strong dragon crossing the river is even more fierce.

If the situation continues to develop, I am afraid that after today, Jingwumen will gain momentum, and there will be no one who can resist in the underground world of Shanghai.

……

Yang Lin reached out and picked up the golden short gun that fell on the ground, weighed it, looked at it teasingly and said with a smile: "This is a good gun."

"Yes, yes, it is indeed a good gun."

Zhang Yulin was really guilty at this time.

If he went back to the past, he would have to go to Hangzhou anyway to catch the bloody Bu Chen back.

You say that you are escorting opium, that's all. Even if you are tracking assassins, you don't need to expand the scope of attack, just kill people casually.

This is great, to provoke such a tiger.

"So, it's worth it to die under such a good gun."

After finishing speaking, Yang Lin didn't wait for Zhang Yulin to say any more, and shot him between the eyebrows.

A blood hole appeared, but Zhang Yulin turned over and fell down without saying a word. Now, there is no need to be afraid.

After shooting Zhang Yulin to death, Yang Lin turned around again, looked sideways at the alluring woman Lin Guizhi, and suddenly laughed.

"I thought you would call out the ambush shooter and kill me with random shots..."

"Master Yang's martial arts are world-class, even Hou Yuanliang's marksmanship can't hit you, my shooters are just ordinary people, no matter how many you have, it's hard to hurt a single hair of yours, so don't call them out to shame you."

Lin Guizhi smiled lightly, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

Looking at Huang Jingyun's body, he let out a long sigh.

"Although he often goes out to fool around, he still has one heart and one mind for me all these years.

To others, he is a devil; to me, he is a good husband, a good man. "

"Can you guess what I'm going to do?"

"Of course, if you cut the grass but don't remove the roots, it will regenerate when the spring breeze blows.

Since Master Yang came here to seek revenge, he must also know about my past, so of course he would not leave such a hidden danger. "

"You are a wise man."

Yang Lin praised.

"If you hadn't persuaded Xianglian to accompany Mr. Yuan, I might have softened my heart and spared your life."

bah...

A shot went off.

Wang Guizhi fell down covering her chest.

……

The smarter a person is, the more energy he has, the more he wants to kill.

Otherwise, wait for her to lobby around and let more high-ranking officials and rich people deal with her.

Never underestimate the power of a woman who has been running the fireworks for more than [-] years.

Maybe, by turning her back, she could use her penetrating tongue to mobilize armies to attack.

Therefore, she must not live.

Hatred cannot be eliminated, and only when one party dies can they truly calm down.

"Your Excellency is too ruthless. Mother Lin has no strength to restrain a chicken. She is just the owner of this room, and she has nothing to do with you. Why bother to kill the killer? It's too much."

Yuan Wending held a folding fan in his hand, tapped on the table, and watched coldly. At this moment, he finally couldn't help himself, and stood up.

"Young Master Yuan is right, I also feel that I am too ruthless.

However, people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves... If I don't kill people, people will kill me.

In order not to cause trouble afterwards, there is no way to overdo it at this time. "

Yang Lin wanted to get angry, what kind of green onion are you, dare to be careless in front of the master?

Suddenly, I saw Chen Zimei who was next to Mr. Yuan winking wildly, for fear that he would offend Mr. Yuan or what?

After thinking about it in my mind, I understood.

This playboy who seems to be a little too drunk seems to be nothing, but he is representing Yuan Shuangcheng, Yuan Ge, who came to Shanghai to discuss cooperation and alliance with Tongxin.

Maybe it doesn't mean that on the surface, but everyone understands it.

Just between pushing the cup and changing the cup, the matter that had been intended for a long time was finalized.

So why didn't Chen Zimei make a sound when Zhang Yulin and Huang Jingyun were killed earlier?

Because, once these two people died, he, as the most powerful elder, would be able to intervene in all the affairs of the Qing Gang. In fact, he was happy to see it happen.

Yang Lin could even imagine that after the incident, this person would probably take care of the follow-up matters for him and keep them properly. This is reciprocation.

Therefore, when he came to the big world, besides having a murderous intention, he also had a follow-up plan, and he didn't have too many scruples.

Well, let's give Chen Zimei a face.

Glancing at Chen Donglin and Chen Feiyan, thinking of the two of them running around serving tea and water respectfully on weekdays, as soon as they thought about it, they didn't have an attack.

After saying a word, Yang Lin was about to turn around and leave.

How can Hongxiu Tianxiang read books at night so happily for killing people.

Even killing an enemy is the same, after all, it is a little uncomfortable.

"Wait a minute... It's okay to go, Miss Yu Linglong, but someone personally agreed to send me to be a concubine, even her uncle has no objection, you can't take it away."

With a sneer on the corner of Yuan Wending's mouth, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly said.

The woman he likes, even in the capital, no one would dare to snatch her.