C426 Not Normal

Every single time, he would be able to predict his position clearly. If he wasn't fast, then he would have already fallen to the ground. Moreover, the other three people were not weak either, so what happened in Eastsea City? How could there be so many experts in the span of a night?

Thinking about Brother Qing and the group of people in front of him, he could not help but feel that things were going to change in Eastsea City. Brother Qing and the group of people in front of him could not help but feel that things were going to change in Eastsea City.

"Eh?" Number Eleven looked at Ye Cheng in surprise and said, "How can a small security guard be so capable?"

With one hand clenched into a fist, the other hand ferociously swung the battle blade in his other hand in an elegant arc in the air, bringing a cold wind with it as he chopped towards Ye Cheng.

Seeing this, Ye Cheng immediately tumbled backwards.

"Clang!"

A metallic sound of impact rang out. The place where Ye Cheng was standing earlier had a large hole cut through it. The battle blade was stabbed into the huge rock. The battle blade was undamaged, but the huge rock was already split into pieces.

It was as if Number Eleven had known that Ye Cheng would dodge the flying knife, he jumped onto the huge rock and easily pulled the blade out from the huge rock, then carried it on his shoulder. Number 11's skin was as white as a woman's, and his handsome face was filled with contempt and sneer.

"Someone like you shouldn't just be a security guard, right? Could it be that we were so lucky to meet a secret service agent? " Number 11 sneered again and again, but did not make a move, "Looking at you with such skills, I can't even bear to kill you."

"I wish I were an agent." Ye Cheng frowned. This number eleven was very strong. His strength was on par with the members of the Bloody Society. "If you don't kill me, then I'm leaving."

It had been so long since he had come to Eastsea City, yet this was the first time he had met such a dangerous opponent. Even when facing dozens of Iron Blood Union's assassins, he didn't feel any danger.

"You want to run? How can it be that easy?" Number 11 said coldly, and with that, the four of them quickly chased after him. All the way, Number 20's eyes were unsettled, "I wonder why this person suddenly appeared to be so weak."

"No.15." Number Fifteen once again took out his silvery-white handgun and fired in the direction that Ye Cheng had escaped in. At the same time, he fired in two different directions beside Ye Cheng, instantly blocking off Ye Cheng's escape route.

"Damn it, looks like I have to think of a way to get rid of this Number Fifteen. Otherwise, it'll be very difficult to fight him." Ye Cheng's eyes were ice-cold as he thought of a plan to deal with it. However, Number Eleven did not give him time to attack from two different directions.

"Die, boy." No.20 rushed in front of Ye Cheng before the eleventh, clenched his fists and punched towards Ye Cheng's head.

"I'm not qualified to save you." Ye Cheng sneered, and his gaze suddenly turned sharp. At the same time that # 20's fist grazed past Ye Cheng's body, Ye Cheng kicked # 20 into the air with his leg. He grabbed a broken piece of wood beside him and pierced it towards # 20's head at lightning speed.

"Puchi."

"Ah!" With a blood-curdling scream, Number Twenty's skin was torn apart by the piece of wood. Fresh blood flowed out of his chest and dripped to the ground. After twitching a few times, he stopped moving.

All of this happened too fast. Number Eleven did not expect that number twenty would be killed in a single move, "Damn it, you can only make up for killing our men with your own death."

Number 11's expression was not good. This man had actually killed one of his subordinates right in front of him. This was no different from a big-faced girl.

"Are you stupid? If I don't kill him, does that mean I have to let him kill me? " Ye Cheng said in a mocking tone. He stared at Number Eleven with the same disdainful gaze and waved his finger left and right, implying that you are not qualified enough to kill me.

"Even if you are arrogant, you still have the ability to be arrogant." Number Eleven gripped his sword and swung it at Ye Cheng. The two of them were fighting and it had to be said that compared to Number Twenty and Number Eleven, they were much stronger. For a while, the two of them were in a difficult situation.

Number 11 caught Ye Cheng off guard and threw a punch at Ye Cheng's chest. Ye Cheng's body flew out like a broken kite.

At the same time Ye Cheng was sent flying, number 11 held his battle blade in his hand and aimed it at the middle, intending to cut Ye Cheng in half from the waist up.

When Ye Cheng saw this, he grabbed a bamboo by his side and stopped moving. At the same time, he used the force of his palm to snap the bamboo and shot it towards Number Eleven like a spear.

"Hmph, no need to struggle." Number 11 shook his sword and let out a buzzing sound. He had no choice but to give up on the opportunity to cut Ye Cheng in half. When he looked at Ye Cheng again, Ye Cheng had already disappeared from his sight.

Number 11's expression was cold as he looked all around for Ye Cheng. His ears slightly trembled, "So he's here." After saying that, he threw the sword over. The blade was extremely sharp, and the surrounding bamboo trees were easily chopped into two with just a slight touch.

"Puchi." A shadow fell from the sky. Number 11 sneered, "I told you, there was no need to struggle. In the end, it would still be death." He walked over, and when he saw the shadow that fell down, his pupils shrank. This wasn't a human but a stray dog that had been abandoned here for who knows how long.

Just as Ye Cheng threw his spear at number 11, he discovered a dead dog not too far away. His mind suddenly lit up as he thought of a method to invite the king into the urn, and threw the dead dog's body into the bamboo forest to the side. He himself had cleverly hidden behind a large tree, since his vision was blurry at night.

After chopping down 'Ye Cheng', he immediately lost all of his vigilance. When he walked over and saw the 'Ye Cheng' on the ground clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank. And at this moment, Ye Cheng quietly made his move.

An angry roar came from behind a large tree. Ye Cheng held a huge rock in his hand and waved it towards Number 11's head, "Look who's tough." Ye Cheng was as fast as a horse, and in an instant, Stone arrived in front of Number 11.

"No." It was a pity that everything was too late. Seeing that Ye Cheng's stone was just about to pry open his head, a gunshot rang out, and at the most critical moment, Number Fifteen continuously pulled the trigger, blocking Ye Cheng's attack route. If Ye Cheng were to smash apart Number Eleven's head at all costs, then he would most likely be in danger.

After weighing the pros and cons, Ye Cheng helplessly stepped back, "F * ck, the stone said that it wouldn't be comfortable if I don't touch your head."

Ye Cheng said and threw the stone in his hand towards number 11. However, it was easily shot away by the bullet.

Number 11, who had walked around the edge of death, gasped, "Shame, this is shame." Number 11 roared. He was almost killed by a security guard. He felt embarrassed saying, "Only your death can wash away my shame."

Number Eleven roared again and again. His whole body went crazy with a fierce look on his face. His green meridian followed behind him violently, grabbing his sword. Along the way, he crazily chopped down all the trees that blocked his way.

"Kid, how can you not love and care for the vegetation? You really lack education." Ye Cheng's words infuriated Number Eleven so much that he vomited blood.

Since there was a chance, then there would definitely be a second chance. Therefore, Ye Cheng wasn't in a hurry, it was just that Number Fifteen was a little troublesome, so Ye Cheng pulled away from Number Eleven and, with the help of the bright moonlight, saw the pistol in Number Fifteen's hand. It was the most powerful Desert Eagle, with a pure silver-white body.

"The Desert Eagle has seven bullets. After firing four just now, that means there are three more. I need to think of a way to get rid of them." Thinking like this, Ye Cheng suddenly realized how cute the stone was. He grabbed a rock and threw it at Number Fifteen.

Number Fifteen sneered again and again as he easily dodged the attack. However, this Ye Chen continued to throw him around endlessly, making him feel inexplicably irritated. On the other side, Number Eleven was unable to catch up with Ye Cheng, who was running away.

"Go to hell. Number 11, follow me." Number Fifteen dodged a few rocks thrown by Ye Cheng and pulled the trigger on Ye Cheng.

"One, two, three." Every time the fifteenth shot was fired, Ye Cheng would count it in his heart. At the count of three, Ye Cheng's eyes flashed with killing intent.

Number 11 waved his sword again and again and missed. "Bastard, don't hide like a grandson. Do you dare to fight me head on?"

"As you wish." Ye Cheng replied straightforwardly. His figure suddenly rushed over from not too far away. He held a rock in his hand and smashed it towards Number Eleven's head.

"Do you think this move will work on me without sneak attacking me?" While speaking, fear suddenly flashed across Number Eleven's face. He wanted to dodge but realized that his speed could no longer keep up with Ye Cheng's. He had just used up too much energy in his irritable state. "No!"

He looked at No.15 in despair. Only No.15 could save him now, but unfortunately No.15 was changing his magazine. Although No.15 could change his magazine very quickly, it was enough time for Ye Cheng to kill No.11.

Ye Cheng's stone easily crushed his skull, causing his brain to slide down from the stone. Losing the support of his body, Number 11 weakly fell onto the ground, looking as if he was about to die.

"Damn it! The stone just now was just wasting my bullets!" A trace of fear flashed across No.15's eyes. He was only proficient in the way of the spear, but if someone got close to him, he would definitely die. He couldn't help but look at the figure that had yet to make a move.

"What a fool."

A sweet female voice rang out, the sound echoing around the room was pleasant to listen to, causing Ye Cheng's spirit to rise.

"Another female assassin? Is she going to do that kind of evil thing again? And with such a pleasant voice, it must be very nice to shout."

The originally murderous look on Ye Cheng's face immediately turned into a pig-face, as he swept away his previous anger. After all, those female killers had made him do shy things, so there shouldn't be any exceptions.