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"Do you want to see him die?"

Sun Jue almost roared, he used all his strength to cut the old man's neck, causing blood to ooze out.

Ye Zheng's feet moved, and a dagger on the ground flew out like a meteor.

Sun Jue's forehead!

Ye Zheng's dagger!

Sun Jue dodged hurriedly, the sharp dagger grazed past Sun Jue's head and cut his scalp.

The moment Ye Zheng kicked out the dagger, he rushed forward and pulled the old man over.

He saw that the old man seemed to have lost his consciousness, as he lay there limply without moving. Fresh blood continued to pour out from his neck.

Ye Zheng placed the old man on the ground and inspected the wound on his neck with his back facing the Sun brothers.

Fortunately, this cut was not too deep and did not injure the great arteries. The reason why the old man was unconscious was because he was frightened.

Ye Zheng pinched a few of the acupuncture points around his neck, and the bleeding stopped immediately.

At this time, Ye Zheng's back was completely defenseless, and was completely exposed under the threat of the Sun brothers.

They wanted to launch a sneak attack, but Ye Zheng's surroundings was filled with a biting cold killing intent, causing them to not dare to move recklessly.

Ye Zheng turned around. He was furious to the extreme, yet he remained surprisingly calm.

"Just now was your best chance to escape. "You've made a mistake."

Ye Zheng's tone was ice-cold.

Sun Mie and Sun Jue looked at each other, then suddenly rubbed their bodies. Sun Jue's fist technique had attacked Ye Zheng from three directions, and Sun Mie's sweep kick had attacked his knees and calves.

The Sun brothers had practiced their equipment and weapons for half their lives. At the final moment, what they trusted the most were their own body and their own fists and feet.

Ye Zheng's face was gloomy, he did not say a word, and only focused on his battle.

Although the Sun brothers' Fighting Techniques was outstanding, when facing Ye Zheng, even after using a few moves, it did not have any effect.

In Ye Zheng's mind, the situation from half a year ago appeared … The desolate land, the cold wasteland, his comrades who had died miserably, his ghostly enemies … Having seen that kind of speed, a mortal's fist and leg were already insignificant in Ye Zheng's eyes!

Sun Mie's figure rapidly turned, and quickly kicked, aiming for Ye Zheng's crotch area.

Ye Zheng fiercely stomped on the ground, causing Sun Mie's chest to be trampled on, "Kacha!"

With a "shatter" sound, his breastbone shattered and he skidded for a few meters on the ground before coming to a stop. Broken bones were inserted into his heart.

His eyes were wide open, blood spurting out of his mouth, and his body was twitching violently. His face was filled with fear and disbelief.

Outside the battlefield, it was the first time Ye Zheng had killed someone.

Strangely, not only did Ye Zheng not feel any sense of guilt, he also felt extremely comfortable from releasing his suppressed emotions in an instant.

Sun Jue was scared out of his wits. He kicked out a sweep kick with all his might, then leaped up and stomped on the wall. He borrowed the force of the kick to fly out, preparing to escape.

This leap was the last strike he had taken since he had escaped. He was already reaching his limit!

However, his wish to escape was miscalculated.

Ye Zheng picked up the iron chain on the ground and flung it out like a horse lashing rope. He flew high up in the air and wrapped his leg around Yue Yang's ankle, then threw him to the ground.

Sun Jue miserably crawled back up, and saw that Ye Zheng was already standing in front of him.

"Name your employer!"

Ye Zheng's face was gloomy and terrifying.

Sun Jue clenched his teeth, the upper part of his body shook, and his leg kicked out. His target was Ye Zheng's lower abdomen.

The speed and angle of this kick was almost invulnerable.

"Bang!"

Sun Mie felt that his lower leg bone was hit by an iron hammer, the pain pierced through his bones.

He staggered and dropped to one knee.

"Name your employer."

Ye Zheng asked stubbornly.

Sun Jue stood still and punched with his left hand and elbowed with his right.

Even though one of his legs was injured, his moves were still exceptionally fierce.

In the past, Sun Jue and his brother would always move together, moving forward and retreating together.

At this time, leaving him alone to fight with his life on the line, he had already done his best!

Ye Zheng's figure flashed, and threw out a counterattack punch.

Sun Mie's lower abdomen was hit, he knelt on the ground and was about to vomit.

"Name your employer."

Ye Zheng asked again.

In his heart, a violent wave surged forth. He had a strong desire: to kill the other party!

Tear him to shreds!

Ye Zheng was a wolf.

Not only could it swallow the body, it could also swallow the soul!

Since they had already started killing, why not kill another one?

Sun Jue was rather strong, he did not retreat at all, and fiercely punched towards Ye Zheng's throat.

Ye Zheng struck out with a counter attack.

The strength and speed of Ye Zheng's punch were almost perfect.

The force from his feet, through his legs, waist, back, shoulders, upper arms, and wrists, converged onto the peak of his fist. It burst out like an explosion!

"Bang!"

Sun Jue's face was struck by a fist, and his face bones were smashed into smithereens.

Then, the force of the impact pierced through his skull, causing his brain to be thrown into disarray.

He didn't even make a sound before he fell to the ground like a wooden stake, his soul returning to the void.

One fatal blow!

Facing Xiao Funan's bodyguards, as well as Qin Hailong and Soaring Shadow, Ye Zheng did not kill them. After all, Nanguan was a big city, it was not comparable to the battlefields in the Savage Land.

However, the enraged Ye Zheng had unleashed a massacre, his bare hands took two lives in a row.

He was decisive in killing and merciless in his actions. He was once a "weapons specialist".

Back again.

Suddenly, Ye Zheng felt someone slowly approaching from behind him.

He suddenly turned around and struck out with his straight fist.

The fist stopped ten centimeters away from the man's face.

Surprisingly, the one who came was "cover up".

The young bartender wore a dark green uniform. He had a cold expression on his face, as if he didn't care about the slaughter in front of him.

Facing a heavy punch that Ye Zheng could kill, he actually did not dodge.

What kind of guts?

"You saw it?"

Ye Zheng retracted his fist, returning to his calm appearance.

"They deserve to die."

The Bartender spoke softly.

His calm demeanor made him seem more like an experienced and extraordinary expert than a bartender.

"Why are you here?"

Ye Zheng asked.

"I'm just here to watch the show."

The bartender's tone of voice didn't seem to contain any emotion.

"May I have your name please?"

Ye Zheng wasn't clear about the true identity of the bartender, but seeing his bearing, he couldn't help but feel some respect for him.

"I'm called the Bartender."

The bartender smiled. "Mr. Ye, don't worry about what happened today. There won't be any news about it." As for that poor old scavenger, he will wake up in his hospital bed the next day with a stack of money on him. "

"You know my name?"

Ye Zheng's tone was a little unfriendly.

"In the underground world, who doesn't know of Ye Zheng's fame?"

"There are two things I want to tell you, Mr. Ye," the bartender said, suppressing his smile.

"What is it?"

Ye Zheng stared into his eyes and asked.

"First thing: your troubles are not over yet."

the bartender said.

"Two?"

Ye Zheng asked.

"The second thing: you can come to the bunker if you need help."

the bartender said.