"Let me introduce it." Fang Tianming put aside the doubts about Luo Ye's identity just now, putting on a rather triumphant expression. "These two are world-class bodyguards. They have protected politicians from various countries and presidents of consortia. Abundant, and most importantly, absolutely professional—"When he said the last word, he deliberately emphasized his tone.
"My job code is Hunter." The bodyguard with a long chin said, "This one is my partner butcher. We are from the umbrella company." His tone is steady, and he looks like someone who has experienced big scenes.
His partner, the butcher, closed his lips tightly, did not even give a polite nod, and was full of aura.
Luo Ye wrinkled his nose slightly.
Umbrella, the world's second-ranked bodyguard company. Ranked first is the Blackwater Bodyguard Company, which is inextricably linked to the CIA. The Blackwater Bodyguard Company once shined in the Iraq War, so it is firmly in the first place. However, the focus of Heishui Company is to train war mercenaries, and the focus of the umbrella is to protect celebrities and dignitaries. Therefore, from the perspective of private bodyguards, the umbrella is stronger than Heishui.
Fang Tianming didn't blindly pursue the number one Heishui in the choice of bodyguards, indicating that he did understand in depth-of course, it is also possible that there is a "superior" behind him.
"What kind of kid?" Fang Tianming said sarcastically to Luo Ye: "Are you still going to fight with them? It's too late to withdraw now-honestly bow to me and apologize, and I won't care about you."
Luo Ye smiled faintly. Whether it’s an umbrella or Heishui, it’s just a bodyguard company. During his years as a killer, no bodyguard could stop him. "Are you going together? Or are you going to be beaten one by one?"
The muscles on the butcher's face twitched. As the elite bodyguard of the umbrella company, he has never encountered such a challenge. Just about to move forward, the hunter stopped him and said with a sneer: "Leave it to me for such a simple thing."
The butcher kept silent and only extended three fingers.
The hunter understood, "Don't worry, within three moves, you are guaranteed to knock him down."
The butcher nodded and walked back.
Hearing this, Lin Wanyu could no longer restrain the anxiety in her heart. She anxiously said to Luo Ye: "Luo Ye, you just fought with so many people in the morning and your strength has not recovered yet? Would you like to take a break?"
Luo Ye smiled and shook his head, and stretched out a finger at her.
"Within one move? Within one minute?" Lin Wanyu was a little excited, she didn't expect Luo Ye to be so confident. Don't look at this guy who is usually foolish, it's super scary when you get serious!
Luo Ye scratched his head and said jokingly: "I don't know, I just think it's cool—"
"What?!" Lin Wanyu's heart raised her throat instantly, and the beautiful prospects she had just established collapsed in an instant.
The hunter sneered coldly, squeezed his fists, and his muscles bulged. For bodyguards, muscles are equal to strength and speed. The reason why he dared to boast about letting Luo Ye down in three moves was because of his solid muscles.
When no one called to start, the hunter rushed to Luo Ye without warning, as fast as a cheetah, while sprinting, he hit Luo Ye's chin with a straight punch.
Straight punch is a straight line attack method with small and concise movements, but its practicality is very high. The power erupting from the muscles and the speed of the straight fist itself made the hunter's first attack extremely lethal, and the fist wind seemed to carry the momentum of a raging sea storm.
Lin Wanyu's scared Huarong turned pale, and couldn't help screaming. Although he stood far away, his body was almost overwhelmed by the impact of this powerful explosive force.
That's not a big deal, while the power of the straight fist had not touched Luo Ye's chin, the hunter's other fist was squeezed behind him, ready to launch a second wave of attacks at any time.
Even if Luo Ye could dodge the storm-like straight punches, he would certainly not be able to escape his secret combo.
From the hunter's point of view, three moves are not needed at all. For a bloated person like Luo Ye, two moves are enough—
An illusory smile appeared at the corner of Luo Ye's mouth, and he didn't know when there was an extra coffee cup in his hand.
The hunter shook his heart, and before he could react, the hot coffee rushed over his face. On the hair, face, and especially on the glasses, there is a strong coffee scent.
The hunter gritted his teeth and dared not stop the attack in his hand. In the duel, whoever gets disrupted by the opponent first will lose.
At this moment, his straight fist has failed, and his heart is also half empty. It is definitely not something ordinary people can do to avoid such a swift blow from him. He knew that he had underestimated Luo Ye's true strength-but who made Luo Ye wear the same as an unseen bun? He hurriedly hit another uppercut, wanting to use the killing power of the uppercut to shock his opponent.
The problem is that the uppercut is a finishing technique. When fighting, you need a combination of skills to open the situation, and then finish with the uppercut. People who are hit by an uppercut often fall to the ground and lose their combat effectiveness, but using an uppercut in a hurry will certainly not be effective, and it may be counterproductive. The hunter is a professionally trained bodyguard, and he knows this well, but now he has no other way other than hitting an uppercut. He can only hope that he is faster than Luo Ye. Maybe—
"what!"
With a scream, the hunter covered his crotch and fell to the ground groaning in pain.
Luo Ye took advantage of half of his uppercut and half of his straight punch to withdraw half of the gap, grabbing the flaw in his defense, kicking it directly on the hunter's crotch.
From the hunter rushing up to lying on the ground, the whole process took only ten seconds.
Fang Tianming's eyes widened, he didn't even see what was going on. "Get up!" He scolded loudly, "I paid 3,000 yuan an hour to invite you, not to see you lying on the ground!"
The hunter was still lying on the ground, waving his hand with a painful expression, clutching his crotch, unable to say a word for a long time.
It hurts, it hurts.
Fortunately, Luo Ye didn't make heavy moves. Otherwise, it is estimated that he would never want to sleep with a woman for the rest of his life.
Thinking of this, the hunter gratefully looked at Luo Ye and gave him a thumbs up. It is not ashamed to admit defeat to an opponent who is better than yourself. Luo Ye is ruthless, but not poisonous. This is what a real master should do.
Fang Tianming saw that the professional bodyguards he had hired were so useless, and he couldn't hold back his face. He complained to Lin Wanyu: "Look at your bodyguard. Fighting is like a gangster, special tricks!"
When Lin Wanyu saw Luo Ye's safe and sound, he was relieved at first, and at the same time his confidence became stronger. Her nonchalant Tianming replied: "Anyway, my rogue bodyguard has defeated your international bodyguard. As agreed, I won't hire them."
Before he finished his words, the butcher took a step forward, and the knuckles of his hands creaked.
Lin Wanyu was startled by the butcher's movements, and involuntarily stepped back, feeling that her heartbeat missed a beat. Compared with the hunter who fell on the ground and curled up, the butcher was obviously more terrifying. "You, what do you want to do?"
The butcher didn't open his mouth, but looked at Luo Ye coldly, and stretched out two fingers at him. The meaning was obvious: within two moves, end the battle.
"What is this?" Lin Wanyu was a little angry, "Luo Ye obviously won!"
Fang Tianming defended: "Who said Luo Ye won? The butcher hasn't shot yet! Only if you win him, you really won."
Luo Ye smiled lightly, facing the butcher's provocation, also stretched out a finger. But this time Lin Wanyu understood that Luo Yeshen's middle finger.
A ray of anger flashed in the butcher's eyes. With a low growl, he rushed to Luo Ye in an instant, and punched out, as fast as lightning and as powerful as a hammer.
Compared with the hunter, the butcher's movements were quick and accurate. Luo Ye didn't dare to relax too much. He saw the timing and avoided his heavy punches.
One move failed, and the butcher's attack was getting faster and faster, as if he had to take Luo Ye down. With his heavy punches, his fists screamed, and the tables and chairs were all broken into pieces wherever he passed.
Luo Ye drew back flexibly, making the Butcher's entire set of combo skills to no avail, but at the same time he was forced to a corner of the wall.
The butcher wanted to save face for the hunter. With a sharp side kick, he swept directly towards Luo Ye, who had nowhere to hide.
Luo Ye smiled faintly, seemingly inexperienced, raised his arm and blocked it against the butcher's shin.
The corner of the butcher’s mouth stretched out with a triumphant smile. The tibia is one of the hardest bones in the human body. Using an arm to parry the attack of the tibia is like a man’s arm blocking a car. He had expected Luo Ye to cry with a broken hand in the next second. It's a tearful scene—
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound of fractured bones.
The muscles on the butcher's face twitched suddenly, and he couldn't keep silent anymore. He said in an incredible tone: "How, how is it possible?!" His shin was so painful, it was like a kick in steel.
Luo Ye didn't answer. When he punched him in the chest, the butcher screamed, his sturdy body flew back through the entire conference room like a kite with a broken wire, and finally hit the thick tempered glass.
The butcher only felt his throat sweet, and his mouth was full of the smell of rust. He struggled to stand up, but his shin bones were completely shattered and he couldn't stand up at all.
He knelt on the ground, blood flowing down the corners of his open mouth, "What kind of fighting technique are you?!"
Luo Ye smiled faintly: "You can't see this? What about Chinese Kung Fu."
"Impossible!" The butcher's breathing quickened, and there were thousands of grit rubbing in his throat. He roared in a low voice: "I have seen Chinese Kungfu, it is only for fitness and performance!" In his opinion, Kungfu is just some gorgeous routines, but Luo Ye's attacks can't see any routines at all! Every flash is just right, and every punch is murderous!
"You are so naive," Luo Ye commented: "If ancient people just wanted to keep fit, they could run every day. Why did they have to create kung fu?"
The butcher's eyes widened, "Why?"
"Because the essence of kung fu is murder." Luo Ye smiled faintly, and his black pupils stared at the butcher. "The good-looking ones are called dances, and the ones that can kill are kung fu."
The butcher couldn't help but shrank back. As soon as he was about to taste the meaning of Luo Ye's words, he only heard a small crack in his ear. He turned his head in astonishment and found that the thick tempered glass was cracking at a speed visible to the naked eye!
He took a breath of air-conditioning, and before he could escape, the whole piece of glass burst into pieces.
The cold wind poured in in an instant, and everyone froze in place.
At the height of the eighty-story building, at this moment, it was as dead as hell.