The beauty is in my arms, the young marshal's eyes are red at night

Song Huiyi's steps stagnated.

She clenched the gun in her hand, took out the dart from her handbag, and placed it against the inside of her arm.

After waiting for about a few seconds, no subsequent gunshots were heard, only the sound of what seemed like a heavy object falling to the ground, and the heavy muffled sound of someone.

Xu is fighting in close combat.

"Miss, do you need your subordinates to rescue anyone?" the secret guard next to her asked her in a breathy voice.

Song Huiyi shook his head.

It was difficult for two fists to defeat four people. There were five people on the other side, and she didn't know what was going on inside. She didn't want to rush people in and get injured or lose their lives.

She observes her surroundings.

There are old houses all around, all made of bricks. The houses are built relatively low and can easily be climbed up.

Song Huiyi pointed to the eaves.

The secret guard understood and immediately turned it over quietly.

His kung fu was very good. Even though it was covered with tiles, it was still as smooth as walking on the ground, and there was almost no movement.

He leaned down and pressed his body tightly against the eaves, using the darkness to cover his tracks.

Soon, he reached out and gave the signal.

Song Huiyi couldn't understand it, but the secret guard next to him did.

They are all soldiers trained by Shen Yuqing.

The secret guard whispered to Song Huiyi: "There are only two people left fighting, and Zhou Shi killed the other four."

So powerful?

Song Huiyi was slightly surprised.

Unexpectedly, he was injured and was able to kill four people with his own hands in a one-on-five situation.

After confirming that there were only two people inside, Song Huiyi felt relieved. She pointed to the courtyard door and signaled to go in directly through the door.

She tightened her grip on the gun.

The secret guard took the first step, and she followed behind.

The secret guard on the eaves observed the surrounding area and made sure there was nothing unusual before climbing over the eaves into the yard.

When the person entered the courtyard, he happened to see Zhou Shi punch the other person in the face. He turned over and pressed on the other person's back, pressing his knee against his back to prevent him from moving.

Half of his sleeves were missing, and the torn strips of cloth were fluttering and messy in the evening breeze.

He had a strip of cloth torn from his sleeve. He grabbed both ends of the strip, wrapped it around his neck, pulled it up hard, and strangled the enemy's neck.

The enemy was forced to raise his head and whimper.

He grabbed Zhou Shi's arm in pain, and his nails scratched the skin on Zhou Shi's arm, leaving many long blood marks, which was shocking.

Song Huiyi was a few meters away from him, and he lowered his eyes again. She couldn't see his expression clearly.

All I know is that he has always been indifferent to the pain, not caring about the pain at all. The strength of his hand has not relaxed at all, but has been lifted higher and tighter.

After about half a minute, the man died.

Zhou Shi still lifted it hard twice to make sure that the person was really out of breath, and then let go.

The cloth slipped from his hand.

He raised his head and looked in the direction where Song Huiyi was standing. The moonlight shone on him, making his eyes dark and bright, giving him a chilling coolness.

He stood up slowly.

He was exhausted from fighting five people.

In addition to the injuries on his arms, he had many wounds of various sizes on his body, including gunshot wounds and knife wounds.

"Miss Song San is coming here to kill me?" There was a touch of sarcasm in his tone.

Song Huiyi stood still and said, "You are just a piece of fish on the chopping board now. If I want to kill you, wouldn't you be at the mercy of others?"

Then he looked at his hand covering his abdomen and said with a smile, "It is said that Master Jiu is famous for his assassinations and is the number one killer. How come he always stumbles?"

The tone was light and lightly sarcastic.

She fought back softly.

Zhou Shi stood upright.

He was covered in injuries and didn't know Song Huiyi's intention, but he still maintained his momentum.

He turned his eyes slightly and saw the hat in her hand.

"If Miss Song has no other intentions..."

He stretched out his hand towards her from a distance, "I think what you picked up seems to be mine. Why don't you return it to its original owner now?"

He took a step.

As soon as he took the first step, he saw the two secret guards beside Song Huiyi raising their guns. Then Song Huiyi moved his right wrist, and a silver light flashed across his eyes, and he turned his face away.

Two bangs almost simultaneously.

Someone falls to the ground.

Zhou Shi turned around and saw a man lying on the ground with a knife in his hand, looking at him with wide eyes.

The breath is gone.

In addition to the two bullet holes, there was also a small silver dart embedded in the man's chest.

He was injured and fought with several people at the same time. He spent too much energy and his reaction was slightly slow. He didn't notice anything strange behind him just now.

Zhou Shi's stern brows finally showed some other emotions, and he glanced at Song Huiyi in disbelief.

Those two shots were fired by the secret guards beside her, he knew. And that dart was undoubtedly thrown by her.

He saw her move.

Song Huiyi approached.

She gave him the wide-brimmed hat in her hand, and her smile deepened: "Return to its original owner."

Zhou Shi's thick black eyes looked at her momentarily.

He stretched out his hand to take it, held the top of the hat in his hand, and put the hat on his head.

"You have good dart skills. Who taught you that?" Zhou Shi asked her.

When he said this, his sharp eyes glanced at the two people following her.

The two secret guards still maintained their gun-holding postures and were no less vigilant.

Song Huiyi bent down, pulled out the dart from the man's chest, and said coldly: "It doesn't matter who taught you, what matters is that I saved your life."

She emphasized this point.

Silent for weeks.

Knowing that she meant no harm, he squatted down with difficulty, turned over the clothes on the person casually, tore his clothes apart with force, and tore out a few strips of cloth.

The wound on his abdomen was a gunshot wound and was very painful. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he did these things.

He wrapped the cloth strip around his waist and tied it tightly to stop the bleeding.

So repeated several times.

Song Huiyi's hand holding the handkerchief paused slightly.

She originally wanted to wipe off the blood on the dart with a handkerchief, but then noticed that his hands were already covered in blood.

After hesitating for a moment, he handed the handkerchief to him: "Wipe the blood."

Zhou Shi looked up at her, his eyes emotionless.

He squeezed it tightly with his fingertips, and finally took the handkerchief from her, slowly wiping the blood on his hand.

All the white veils were dyed red.

"If you don't mind." Zhou Shi pointed to the wound on his abdomen.

"You use."

With Song Huiyi's permission, he folded the handkerchief twice, folded it into a thick square, and then stuffed it into the middle of the cloth strips.

He uses it to suck blood.

While doing these things, he twitched his nose twice and asked her: "Are you a big smoker?"

"How is that possible?" She had never touched a big smoke.

"I'm familiar with smoke."

Zhou Shi ignored her denial and said to himself, "Smoking is not a good thing. It can make you get pleasure from it, and it can also make you go to hell. Don't touch it."

Song Huiyi thought, he thought he was lying.

Rich people like to pursue excitement.

She had never touched it, but Zhou Shiqian said he smelled it and she didn't want to waste time with him.