Zhang Feng's sword was as fast as lightning, and the blade broke through the air, and the sound of the wind was astonishing as a typhoon.
Shen Quan didn't see how Zhang Feng made the sword, but he heard the sound of the wind, and he was immediately panicked, and instinctively wanted to dodge.
Flash away
The inexplicable thought that popped out of my mind, the answer is: impossible!
For a moment, time seemed to freeze, and scene after scene from childhood to grandeur appeared in Shen Quan's mind.
He is of Chinese descent. When he was a child, he lived in a mountain village in a country in Southeast Asia. Although a family of three was poor, they lived happily. Until one day when he was eight years old, a group of people came home and threw two boxes of flowers in front of him The green bill is in front of the parents, asking them to go out and kill people.
The parents refused decisively, but the other party took out a gun, pointed it at the little Shen Quan, and killed your son if he said no.
Later, the parents gave Xiao Shenquan to the grandmother next door to raise them, and both went out and never returned.
The grandmother next door gave Shen Quan an ancient book and asked him to practice it on his own, saying that his parents left it to him. He could avenge his parents after practicing the above martial arts.
That day was Shen Quan's ninth birthday.
After ten years of hard training, Shen Quan, who was nineteen years old, went out of the mountain with a machete for chopping wood. After three years of searching, he finally found the person who threw money to get his parents out of the mountain. Then, on a rainy night, The assassination.
Shen Quan, who was revengeful, had no life direction, met a woman in a bar, and since then embarked on the path of a killer.
"This life is really boring."
In his mind, Shen Quan closed his eyes and waited for the short sword to pierce his throat.
For a long time, the anticipated pain did not come, and time seemed to remain in his memory. He opened his eyes, but saw a pair of joking eyes.
"You won't kill me?" Shen Quan looked stunned.
The smile on Zhang Feng's face was even worse. With a flick of his wrist, the short sword danced like a snake, the silver light shone, and the blossoming sword flowers were full of horror beauty.
Before Shen Quan could see clearly, he felt a strong force coming from his shoulders, instantly causing him to lose control of his body and crash down.
"what are you doing?"
After regaining his senses, Shen Quan found that he could not move anymore, like a pig being slaughtered by others. He was furious and roared desperately. The veins on his neck appeared.
Coming, his face flushed.
"You think I'm humiliating you, right?"
Zhang Feng asked with a smile, his right arm hung down naturally, his dagger pointed diagonally at the ground, his posture resembling a swordsman in ancient times.
Shen Quan didn't respond, his face even more angry.
"I knocked you down, I wanted to fulfill your promise." Zhang Feng smiled, grinning with a mouthful of white teeth, quite a bit of a rascal.
Then, he took a step forward, stepped over Shen Quan, entered the room, and nodded to the flat-headed brother who was shrinking in the corner with a look of astonishment.
"You... You actually stepped over from me...?"
Shen Quan's anger was wide and his face was incredibly angry.
Zhang Feng turned around and said to him: "Yeah, didn't you say that if I want to enter this room, I have to step over you, I did it."
"..."
Shen Quan suddenly felt like he was punched hard in the chest, desperately wanting to vomit blood.
What he meant was that unless he died, he would never let Zhang Feng in, but he didn't want to make Zhang Feng catch the gap and humiliate himself if he said something wrong.
"Skills can be killed but not insulted, you kill me!"
Shen Quan stubbed his neck and closed his eyes to die.
Zhang Feng walked over, swiping the short sword, and drew it on his shoulder. The sealed acupuncture point was instantly unraveled, and the zhenqi in the meridians immediately recovered.
After making a jump, Shen Quan jumped up and rushed towards Zhang Feng without thinking about it. A madman with a hideous face like a fight.
Zhang Feng dodged as soon as he flashed his body, one foot stuck out, and he stumbled under Shen Quan's feet. Shen Quan, who lost his reason in his rage, was unprepared and fell to the ground and fell on the carpet in the room. The dust is flying, it can be seen that the carpet has not been cleaned for a long time.
"Shen Quan, you lost."
Zhang Feng said indifferently, with the short sword in his hand behind him, still chic.
Shen Quan turned over and lay flat on the ground. He didn't seem to feel the pain of falling, his face was dead gray, and his eyes looked at the ceiling blankly.
"Why didn't you kill me?"
"Because I appreciate the nature of your commitment to commitment, and that is, you don't seem to have done anything for Liu Qinglong?" Zhang Feng looked down at Shen Quan and continued to put pressure on him.
"Appreciate me?"
A surprised look appeared in Shen Quan's eyes, and he looked up at Zhang Feng's tall figure. For a moment, his expression was a bit dazed.
He has been a killer for ten years. Some people are afraid of themselves, some are calculating themselves, and some are wooing themselves, but no one has ever said that they appreciate themselves...
"You go, I don't want to kill a man who values faith."
Zhang Feng walked away and let the door open.
Shen Quan still couldn't figure it out. He got up, looked at Zhang Feng with a puzzled look, took a step forward, hesitantly walked past Zhang Feng and came to the door of the room.
"Aren't you afraid that I will kidnap that woman?"
Turned his head, his tone was sullen.
Zhang Feng didn't even look at him, and said: "I believe in my own eyes, you are not a man of unscrupulous means, although you are a killer."
In a word, it hit Shen Quan's heart like a heavy hammer, and now he understands that Zhang Feng really won't kill himself, let alone play with cats and mice, and kill after playing enough.
Someone... admire yourself!
An inexplicable taste surged in Shen Quan's heart, all of which came out all at once, making him a little confused.
Zhang Feng glanced at him, with an imperceptible arc in the corner of his mouth, and deliberately said in a cold voice: "You can come to me for revenge. After all, I have humiliated you. Besides, Liu Qinglong has been abandoned. When I get the evidence, He will spend the rest of his life in prison. Perhaps, if his injury is not healed, he will be sent to the practice field."
Turning his head to face Shen Quan, he said in a deep voice: "You can also avenge Liu Qinglong, for all his kindness and righteousness to you."
Shen Quan's eyes narrowed, his narrow eyes became more sullen, and his entire face became even more mean.
"I will!"
Throwing a word, he took a big step, passed in front of Ding Xiaoshan and Lin Fei, and quickly disappeared in front of the elevator door.
Zhang Feng watched him disappear, and the smile at the corner of his mouth couldn't hide.
"Boss, what a strategy!"
Ding Xiaoshan touched it, the dogleg expression didn't need to be played at all, and he whispered: "You plan to cultivate another force to fight the old guys in the door, right?"
Zhang Feng glared at him and said, "If you see through it, don't tell it, you don't understand this truth?"
Ding Xiaoshan shrank his neck and said with a smile: "A Rank 8 master, at least an intermediate level, is considered a master by us, the boss is wise!"
Zhang Feng accepted his compliment, turned around, and stared at Brother Flathead's eyes, turning cold as frost.
(End of this chapter)