"Ah?" The other two were horrified and let go of Deng Ting at the same time. One of them drew his knife and the other drew his gun. However, their movements were too slow for Han Xiaohan. He turned his body to the side and squeezed into the van through the crack. A man had just pulled out his gun, but before he could aim at Han Xiaohan, his head was grabbed by someone. WWw.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.CoM Feeling Deng Ting's trembling, Han Xiaohan was furious and used all his strength to slam the man's head into the car window. "Crash!" It was unclear whether it was the sound of glass breaking or his skull cracking. The man's eyes turned white and he didn't even have time to scream. He fell on his back with his eyes wide open, but his pupils were dilated. He was breathing out more than breathing in. It was obvious that he was not going to survive.
The man with the knife was just an ordinary gangster. He had never met such a powerful master before. He was so scared that most of his souls and spirits flew away. He raised the knife high, but he couldn't cut it down. Han Xiaohan's face was as cold as ice. He didn't even look at him. He tore a piece of cloth from the man who fell to the ground and wiped the blood off his hands coldly.
At this time, the driver had already parked the car on the side of the road and sat in the driver's seat, trembling all over and not daring to breathe.
Han Xiaohan looked at the man holding the knife, his knife-like gaze shot into his eyes, and asked in a calm tone: "Who are you?"
“I… I…” The big man held up the knife and muttered “I” for a long time but couldn’t make any sense.
Han Xiaohan smiled. He touched the unconscious man's neck, paused for a moment, and said softly, "He is dead. If you don't want to be like him, tell me the truth."
"I..." The knife-wielding man said fearfully, "I dare not say it. Even if I say it, I will still die. I..."
Han Xiaohan nodded and smiled, and with lightning speed, he grabbed his throat and said calmly: "Then you will die now!" Before he finished speaking, he exerted force with his hands, and with a crisp sound, the man didn't even have a chance to regret. The cartilage in his throat was crushed by him, and the artery and trachea were cut along with the bone fragments. Blood foam spurted out of his mouth, splashing on Han Xiaohan's hands, clothes, and face. Deng Ting didn't expect him to be so vicious, killing people as soon as he said so, and couldn't help but shudder.
The driver sitting in the front saw it clearly. His face suddenly turned yellow, his eyes closed tightly, his stomach churned, and he almost vomited out his breakfast.
Han Xiaohan gently wiped the blood off his cheek, patted the driver's shoulder softly, and said slowly with a tone as calm as a thousand-year-old dead lake: "You say."
The driver shuddered, swallowed his saliva, and looked down at the two men lying in the car. Han Xiaohan smiled and comforted them: "Don't worry, they won't hear it, because..."
He didn't say the following words, but his meaning was clear. The driver lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, then stamped his feet, made up his mind, and said, "It's Fatty Zhou and Tian Ting."
Han Xiaohan had seen Fatty Zhou before, and he was not unfamiliar with him. But when he heard the word "Heaven", his nerves tensed up. That day, the two men in black, tall and short, mentioned the name "Heaven" before they died, but neither he nor Han Chengxin had ever heard of it. He nodded nonchalantly and asked, "What is Heaven?"