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When one of the bodyguards Dai Qianni brought along with her took out a gun and aimed it at Qin Wu, Song Yao flashed from behind Qin Wu and appeared in front of Qin Wu, blocking him with her body.

Bang!

The sound of gunfire rang out without the slightest hesitation. Even though there was an accident and someone was blocking the gun of Qin Wu, the assassin did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

As the tongues of flame spouted out, the bullets flew towards the two of them, directly aiming at Song Yao's back. They wanted to rob Qin Wu of her life, which was never a peaceful and blissful one.

"Puchi!"

Maybe it was because Qin Hao's vigilance had greatly improved after the two years of peace and quiet on the mountain, he only noticed the killing intent when Song Yao made her move. He hurriedly pulled Song Yao into her embrace and dodged to the side.

Unfortunately, at this moment, he had at least eighty to ninety percent of his strength sealed. In addition to being unable to react in time, although he had dodged the fatal wound, the bullet still drilled into Song Yao's snow-white arm unavoidably.

It could be said that everything happened in a split-second. It happened so fast that it left people bewildered. Their brains were in a mess and they didn't even have time to react. Even the bodyguard comrades beside the assassin didn't know why this fellow would suddenly shoot at Qin Wu. What exactly was going on?

However, the first mistake didn't cause the assassin to halt in his tracks. Instead, he fired a second shot at Qin Hao. The determination and killing intent was so strong that the assassin was destined to never give up.

However, the man he faced was no ordinary person, and the title of Emperor wasn't just for show. Even though most of his strength had already been sealed, it was impossible for him to fall in the same place twice.

Not waiting for the assassin to fire his second shot, his entire body was filled with killing intent. His eyes instantly turned into a dark-gold colored Qin Wu, and he appeared right in front of him.

Bang!

The assassin didn't hesitate to pull the trigger and shoot the second shot.

When the bullet collided with Qin Hao's palm, it released a muffled sound. The assassin only felt the pistol in his hand shake violently, before feeling a heart-wrenching pain.

The pistol had exploded! It was blocked by Qin Wu's palm and it exploded!

The chamber of the Desert Eagle, including the handle of the gun, was completely blown up. The assassin's right hand that held the gun was also bloodied from the explosion, and even the bones in his hand could be seen.

Not waiting for him to let go and retreat, Qin Wu had already thrown away the dilapidated Desert Eagle. His bloodied right hand had already grabbed onto his throat, lifting him up into the air.

At this moment, Qin Wu's eyes were cold and gloomy. His dark golden eyes were mixed with a hint of blood-red. It was as though he was an Asura devil king from hell, exuding an imposing killing intent.

"You want to kill me? "Who actually asked you to come?" Qin Wu's face was stiff and gloomy as he tightly gripped the assassin's neck.

"Yes, yes …" The assassin's face turned red from breathing less and less. He struggled desperately, his four limbs waving and kicking wildly in the air. However, Qin Wu's hands were like iron pincers, firmly clamping onto his neck, preventing him from escaping.

"If you want to kill me, then kill me. Why did you have to shoot her? Aren't you going to kill me? Just who is it!? " Qin Wu sinisterly glared at the assassin, his voice sounding like the voice of a soul urging from hell.

"Who is it!" Qin Wu roared again as his right hand involuntarily increased his strength.

The assassin was already at a loss for words. Regardless of whether it was Qin Wu's terrifying aura or the ghostly hand at his throat, he could not utter a single word. He could only turn his head to look at the similarly stupefied Zhang Qiming.

Ka-cha! *

Qin Wu's five fingers abruptly exerted force, and his entire palm actually forcibly sank into the assassin's neck. Fresh blood flowed out from Qin Wu's palm in all directions.

What happened next was even more terrifying. Even the men who had experienced many black and white battles couldn't help but to feel a chill run down their spines. Qin Wu once again used his strength, and actually managed to twist the head of the assassin alive. That's right, he didn't break his neck, but directly separated his head from his body by his neck.

Hiss …

The spectators all drew in a breath of cold air. Qin Wu's methods of killing with his own hands were just too monstrous. In the hands of Qin Wu, it was as though an ant had been squeezed to death. Such a method was extremely terrifying!

Dai Qianni had a complicated expression on her face, as she looked at the current Qin Wu, her eyes flickered with pleasant surprise, or perhaps it could be said amazement. Qin Wu's performance had far exceeded her expectations, and it also proved that her decision wasn't wrong; it wasn't just a temporary dispute with Mu Qianxue.

Qin Wu had killed someone for him? Song Yao's heart skipped a beat, and she was moved. However, besides feeling touched, she was also scared. After all, she was just an ordinary person living in a normal environment, doing ordinary work, making friends, and living a normal life. Killing people, that was too far away from her.

If it wasn't for the fact that she truly cared about Qin Wu, coupled with the fact that her mental fortitude wasn't bad, she would have already been scared senseless by Qin Wu's terrifying and bloody methods.

But even so, when Song Yao saw the severed corpse in front of her, she still felt an urge to vomit. Her beautiful face became even paler, and her voice trembled as she spoke: "Qin, Qin Wu, you killed someone? What should she do? What, what should we do? "

"It's okay, don't be afraid. He deserves to die, I'm defending myself." Qin Wu slowly walked in front of Song Yao, raised her slender arm that was already soaked in blood, reached out and touched it a few times, stopping the bleeding. Then, he took out a tissue and gently wiped the blood off Song Yao's arm.

Song Yao did not say anything. She pursed her lips tightly and looked at the man who was carefully and seriously treating her wounds.

Just a second ago, he was still a Demon King Asura without blinking an eye. But now, he had become the most gentle man in the world.

Who was the real him? Asura Demon King? A flowery mouth of a scoundrel Taoist? Or was he treating his wounds now?

"I've already helped you stop the pain, and the wound won't bleed anymore. Wait for me first, I'll send you to the hospital to collect your bullets later." Qin Hao let out a long sigh of relief, stopped the movements in his hands, and softly instructed.

With that, he turned and looked at Dai Qianni, his entire person seemed to have changed in Sichuan, once again exuding a shocking aura of hostility, "Woman, you have to give me a reasonable explanation."

Dai Qianni's explanation was very clear and reasonable, she really didn't need that. That meant there was only one person who wanted him dead, and that was the assassin's last glimpse at her dead body. That was the truth.

Qin Wu slowly walked towards Zhang Qiming who was leaning on the conference table. He stared into his eyes and asked coldly: Is he yours? You want to kill me? "