He Zhuguo.
The number one murderer in Kanto.
Eighteen years ago, this man murdered three families and sixteen members of his family due to a quarrel. He has since been wanted nationwide. He is a Class A wanted criminal. It remains an unsolved case to this day.
Unexpectedly, for the past eighteen years, he has been hiding in Yanjing and doing such dirty things. It can be considered that he is familiar with the family and makes the best use of everything.
Xiao Zhengfei had not only heard of this person's name, but also knew that the police had lost no less than twenty front-line police officers in order to hunt for this person. It was an answer that shocked the whole country at the time.
Unexpectedly, today, he would meet this famous murderer at this moment. And listening to his words, it seems that he has experienced some storms in the past eighteen years, and he has gained some insights.
"Let's change places." Xiao Zheng said, turned around and walked towards an alley not far away.
Although it was already late at night, it was still in front of the hospital. There were cars and people passing by, so it was inevitable to be affected when doing anything.
Pick a quiet and remote corner. Even if the fight is dark and the blood flows like a river, you can still clean up the mess and leave calmly.
Xiao Zheng thought so. He Zhuguo, who was still listed as a Class A wanted criminal, did not object. Even though with his new identity, no one dared to check him.
The alley is a dead end. The further you go in, the more filthy garbage cans you see. Broken sewer pipes flow out dirty wastewater. The mottled walls are covered with green moss. Even in Yanjing, a city where land is at a premium. There is still no way to avoid the dark corners under such light.
Keng.
Xiao Zheng stopped and turned around. He Zhuguo, who was following him, pulled out a sharp awl with a blood groove and stabbed it into the body. Even if it was not a fatal part, it could spurt out a large amount of blood in an instant. Because Died from excessive blood loss.
It's easy to use and easy to use. It's not a controlled product and can be carried anywhere.
Xiao Zheng stared coldly at He Zhuguo, who couldn't wait to draw his weapon. He knew that He Zhuguo was not impetuous, but just numb from killing. He simply regarded this matter as a routine matter for an old couple. There was no novelty or excitement. Nor can it stimulate the animal nature in him.
Facing He Zhuguo, who was filled with murderous aura, Xiao Zheng remained indifferent, standing on the spot like a stone sculpture, motionless.
He was not angry, but he was angry. Too much anger was accumulated in his heart, which made the madness in his body ready to move.
He has been plotted and framed countless times, but he has never given a reasonable or even happy counterattack.
He was plotted by Yan Dengkui. He had Ye Yuhua step in to coordinate.
Now being framed by Yan Shang and given a banquet by him, although he vented his depression, he was always restrained and did not dare to go too far. Even in the eyes of others, his reaction was already excessive. Even in the eyes of Ye Zanghua It seems that he shouldn't have done this and should have used gentler means to handle the matter.
Perhaps, no matter in the eyes of Ye Zanghua, or in the eyes of those superior people, he is really a waste, a coward who dare not bite anyone when pressed.
He endured it.
I endured it again and again.
Even the brother was assassinated. He almost suffered a murderous attack. He only took a slight revenge and did not kill him. But afterwards, he was forced into the dragon group. Like a grandson, he let a woman stand up for him and suffered the humiliation and injustice.
In the eyes of everyone in Yanjing, I am just a puddle of mud that can be squashed or rounded if I want. If I feel good, let me go. If I feel bad, it will cost me my life.
Xiao Zheng has endured enough.
Even if Lin Huayin relented and endured it again and again because he felt sorry for him, he was not presumptuous.
But this time, he was really angry.
Crazy.
Whoosh.
August in Yanjing is still cold. The cold wind in the alley is like an ice knife, cutting bones and flesh piece by piece. Cruel and merciless.
Xiao Zheng stared at He Zhuguo with cold eyes. Staring at his blood-stained thorns, he remained motionless.
He Zhuguo moved.
Just like he had done ten times, fifty times, and a hundred times before, he first took out his left foot habitually, then raised his chest, and jumped towards Xiao Zheng. When he was only two steps away from the target, he moved like lightning. Stab out the awl in your right hand.
Among the previous hundred times, ninety-nine times he hit the target with one blow and stabbed the target to death on the spot. The only time was that he nailed it to the wall after spending some energy. The death was as ugly as possible. .As miserable as you want.
This time, he didn't have any psychological baggage.
In his opinion, Xiao Zheng, who had been a soldier for two years and was fairly skilled, might be able to avoid his first attack, or even his second attack. But the third time, the fourth time... Xiao Zheng Will definitely die.
This is a battle with one and only one answer. He wins. Xiao Zheng dies.
call out.
He Zhuguo's body was like a bolt of lightning, carrying the slightest bit of strong wind, and rushing toward him like a ghost.
The awl thorn rose slightly and flashed with a soul-stirring cold light. Accompanied by a whistling sound, it pierced Xiao Zheng's throat.
Seeing the awl approaching, Xiao Zheng, who was standing on the spot, finally moved.
His movements are not too fast, but they are heavy and stable enough, and his explosive power is earth-shattering.
Phew.
The blade appears.
Buzz.
Cross-arm, draw the knife. Xiao Zheng didn't even use his eyes to see it. It was just out of habit. He split open He Zhuguo's awl with one knife. In the dark night sky, fierce firelight collided, spraying on people's skin. Even Somewhat hot.
After the blow, Xiao Zheng still didn't take a step back. His arm sank and tightened, and he suddenly raised the blade and struck He Zhuguo from the front.
Without any fancy skills, he just slashed at He Zhuguo like a melon or a vegetable. With just one knife, a knife full of all his strength, He Zhuguo, who was originally full of momentum and murderous intent, was sent flying. His heels rubbed against the ground three times in a row. After four times, he stood upright. The palm was in his hand. The awl made of pure steel also buzzed. The shock caused a burst of pain in his wrist. The tiger's mouth actually tore out a trace of blood.
After a brief confrontation, He Zhuguo realized an unprecedented problem.
He is no match for Xiao Zheng.
Yes.
He Zhuguo, who has left the killer level and moved towards a higher realm, is no match for Xiao Zheng in anger.
In the past eighteen years, his master has asked him to move to a higher realm. He has been asked to become a strong man who is not just a killer. He has been asked to become the sharpest ace in his hands. He has always done this. He even once practiced for The special skill is to not go out for up to a year, to practice in isolation in the house, to stab five hundred times a day, a thousand times, just to perfectly integrate every muscle in the body with the power of the awl.
He has always done well. He has also been entrusted with important tasks. He has even been treated with courtesy by his master.
He originally thought that he was already a strong man at the pinnacle. He was no longer the bloody murderer who only knew killing.
But he was wrong.
Big mistake.
How can a truly strong man be knocked back by his opponent's sword and instantly destroy his fighting spirit