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After the lightning passed, there was another burst of thunder, and a heavy rain covered the sky.

The thunder this time was even more shocking than the last time. The heavens seemed to be really excited!

"Ye Zheng?"

Han Ruolin shouted excitedly.

However, it was as if Ye Zheng didn't hear anything at all.

Gao Xiaowen shivered. She suddenly felt that the human figure in front of her was just Ye Zheng's body.

The air in this room was filled with a terrifying chill and killing intent.

"Kill him!"

Liu Mulin shouted as he took out a PPK hand rod from the drawer of his desk.

He tried to hold the weapon in both hands, but it was shaking too badly.

Everything in front of him was completely illogical … Lang Xi was an experienced mercenary, after experiencing only a moment of astonishment, he immediately recovered from his fighting state.

He believed that even if Ye Zheng was standing right in front of him, he would be able to use his superior speed to suppress him.

But Lang Xi realized that he no longer had the advantage in speed!

Lang Xi's footwork and movement skills were as agile as a cat's, but Ye Zheng was able to easily keep up with his speed.

For some reason, he felt a kick on his stomach. His entire body flew up into the air and crashed into the wall, almost breaking apart.

Lang Xi spat out a mouthful of turbid phlegm, both of his arms intersected, defending himself closely. However, his chest was struck by a short punch, causing him to stagger back two steps, a mouthful of blood almost flowing out of his throat.

Shocked, Lang Xi let out a wild roar, he raised his right hand, and a long and narrow short blade appeared.

With the sharp blade in hand, Lang Xi's spirit was boosted. Thrust, wipe, cut, and pick, his blade technique was nimble like a dragon, his force as fast as lightning.

However, Ye Zheng's figure flashed and closed in on his in the middle of the bright net of blade light, the sharp tip of the blade only piercing into the air.

An indescribable sense of exhaustion washed over him.

Lang Xi knew that after he had been severely burned, he had been injected with the immature enhanced serum.

Armor.

If he took off his armor and tried to exercise, his energy would rapidly drain away and he would eventually die of exhaustion.

Ambush "Crimson Flame"

He spent a total of six minutes with the Special Forces that time.

This time, eight minutes?

Ten minutes?

Or longer?

Lang Xi felt his entire body becoming extremely hot, a foul and turbid liquid, like viscous machine oil, seeped out from his body.

His only chance of survival was to quickly kill Ye Zheng and put on his armor.

Although the damage was enormous, it could still be repaired.

Ye Zheng did not give him the chance.

Ye Zheng had a large margin of effect when he punched out. It was obvious that fanaticism had replaced rationality.

However, Lang Xi was unable to catch his movements!

After a few exchanges, Lang Xi's left leg was injured from a kick, making it difficult for him to move, he could only stand on the spot and brandish his blade.

Then, his torso was struck twice and three of his ribs were broken.

Lang Xi knew that his limit had been reached.

However, the instinct for survival and his hatred encouraged him to continue fighting.

Next, a jaw fracture, a broken wrist... In the end, with a sharp kick from Ye Zheng, Lang Xi smashed heavily onto a bookshelf set into the wall, and pieces of wood flew everywhere.

He threw a short blade at Ye Zheng, who gently reached out and cut the blade off.

"Now, finish me."

Lang Xi leaned against the wall, limply sitting on the ground, his face revealing a ridiculing smile.

He understood that the tide had turned and it was impossible for him to turn the tables.

Ye Zheng's face was expressionless as he slowly walked over and raised his dagger.

His eyes were as cold as an iceberg, as if he had no human emotions.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Liu Mulin held onto the PPK with both hands and shot a bullet from the magazine towards Ye Zheng.

Strangely, Ye Zheng did not even twist his head, with just a slight movement of his body, he avoided all of the bullets.

"This guy is not human!"

In an instant, a terrifying thought emerged from the bottom of Liu Gongzi's heart.

Xiao Chuhuan slowly recovered, struggling to sit in the corner, her body trembling.

"Ye Zheng, are you alright?"

Gao Xiaowen felt that the atmosphere was not right, and shouted Ye Zheng's name loudly.

As if he didn't hear anything, Ye Zheng walked to stand in front of Lang Xi and squatted down.

"Attack!"

Lang Xi opened his mouth to speak, but thick blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Zheng cut his neck, then stood up, and didn't look at him again.

The previously arrogant Lang Xi mercenary was now twitching violently, his hands clutching at his severed neck, struggling on the ground.

When Ye Zheng walked to the front of the desk and looked at Liu Mulin, he had already stopped struggling.

"Let's have a chat …"

Liu Mulin acted like he was trying to be calm and comical, but his voice was trembling.

Ye Zheng raised his right leg high up and slashed downwards. The thick and heavy oak desk actually split into two from within.

Liu Gongzi jumped up and tightly leaned against the wall.

Ye Zheng walked over with large strides, and sized him up with his ice-cold eyes.

"I... "Actually, I don't want to …"

Liu Mulin spoke incoherently.

A short and powerful right fist shattered the chest of his chest, causing his heart to stop beating in an instant.

Liu Mulin's pupils dilated and his eyes filled with fear and disbelief, as he slowly slid down to the ground.

This "Dark Blade"

The leader ended his life just like that.

Gao Xiaowen had fantasized about herself killing her enemy countless of times.

However, when they saw Ye Zheng's cold-blooded killing intent, they could not help but shiver.

"Ye-dage, release our handcuffs first!"

Han Ruolin shouted loudly, yet Ye Zheng acted as if he did not hear it. He stood up and slowly walked to his last goal: Xiao Chuhuan.

The current Xiao Chuhuan no longer had the elegance of an unhurried and reserved person as she curled up in a corner, her body trembling.

Xiao Chuhuan had many faces, but at this moment, she was just a frightened little girl.

Ye Zheng stood in front of her, looking down at her from above.

Xiao Chuhuan became desperate: "Dark Blade!"

He had even used a steel cone to stab Ye Zheng. No matter what, it was impossible for him to leave this place alive.

Ye Zheng slightly bent his body and extended his hand out towards Xiao Chuhuan.

His eyes were like an iceberg, shining with a faint green light, without any hint of human emotions or warmth.

Xiao Chuhuan closed her eyes. She felt that Ye Zheng would definitely strangle her, or shatter her chest with a punch.

If possible, he had even more brutal methods.

But when he opened his eyes, Ye Zheng had already turned and left.

In a split-second, she managed to escape death. She felt completely exhausted. Her body slipped and she lay down on the cold floor, covered in cold sweat as she panted heavily.

Ye Zheng staggered, then suddenly knelt down on one knee.

"Big Brother Ye!"

Han Ruolin worriedly shouted.

Gao Xiaowen thought that Ye Zheng was injured, but she immediately stood up straight again, and stood in place, somewhat at a loss.

She had a feeling that the cold and murderous aura around Ye Zheng had disappeared.

At some point, the rain outside the window had stopped.