"I'm laughing at you!" Fatty Zhou asked in confusion, "What are you laughing at me for?"
Yu Wenhanxiao did not answer, but continued laughing. He changed the subject and asked in a requesting manner: "Mr. Zhou, can you lend me something?"
Fatty Zhou finally found the pistol and held it tightly in his hand. His heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down. He was obviously much more confident and said with a smile: "Mr. Yuwen, if you want to borrow anything, just tell me. As long as I can afford it, don't even mention lending it to me. I will definitely give it to you with both hands!"
"Okay, Mr. Zhou is really straightforward!" Yu Wenhan smiled and said, "You can definitely afford this."
"What?" "Your head!"
Laughing wildly, Yuwen Hanxiao stepped forward to the fat man Zhou, and swung his arm that was covering his lower abdomen. A deafening roar sounded in the private room, like thunder, tsunami, hurricane, and landslide. "Crack!" Cracks appeared on the huge plasma TV screen, accompanied by a cracking sound, and a huge head bounced several meters high, and only bounced to the ground after hitting the ceiling of the private room. The headless body was still standing there, holding a pistol that had not been pulled the trigger in time. Blood gushed out from his neck like a red fountain, and the hot blood splashed on the bodies and faces of the people around him, and also dyed people's eyes blood red.
What a swift and powerful strike, what a terrifying sound. By the time Fatty Zhou and his men reacted, his head had been separated from his body, and even a god could not save him.
"Ah!" The big men screamed wildly, grabbed the pistols in their arms, and aimed at Yuwen Hanxiao together. As long as they moved their fingers slightly, no one would be able to escape unscathed at such a close distance.
The big men's attention was focused on Yuwen Hanxiao, but they didn't know that the truly scary person was not him.
As soon as they drew their guns, Han Xiaohan's Frost Blade was also unsheathed.
No one saw how he drew the knife, and no one even knew where the knife was hidden on his body. It was silent, but as fast as lightning.
Everyone saw a flash of light, and then the temperature in the room seemed to drop below zero in an instant. It was a chill that stung the heart and hurt the soul. Without warning, the light flashed and disappeared. What a bright light! The last thing the seven men closest to Han Xiaohan saw was the strong and dazzling light, Han Xiaohan's beautiful face, and of course, the bloody knife in his hand, the cold and refreshing knife.
People could never have dreamed that this beautiful, almost enchanting person could act so quickly and ruthlessly, leaving no room for maneuver.
Before the seven men fell to the ground, Han Xiaohan waved his other hand, and dozens of toothpicks flew out of his fingers. Although his aim was not good, he could not withstand the large number of them, and he shot at the other men like raindrops. With a burst of screams, the remaining eight men either fell on their backs or retreated with their wrists held. Before they could recover, a rumble sounded in the room again. Yu Wen smiled with bloodshot eyes and an evil smile on his lips. He chopped with his sword with all his strength. The two men just stood firm and were cut in half by his sword.
His body and face were covered in blood, but he had a faint smile on his face. At this moment, Yuwen Hanxiao looked like an Asura from the Eighteen Layers of Hell, devouring everything in the world and killing all living things. The remaining few men who could still breathe had no intention of fighting again. They were so scared that their souls flew away, their faces turned pale, and they turned around and ran away.