He Zhuguo.

The number one murderer in Kanto.

Eighteen years ago, this person washed three families and sixteen families because of a quarrel. Since then, he has been wanted by the whole country and is a Class A wanted criminal. The case remains unsolved to this day.

Unexpectedly, for eighteen years, he has been hiding in Yanjing to do such dirty things, and he is familiar with the way and makes the best use of it.

Xiao Zheng not only heard of this person's name, but also knew that in order to arrest this person, the police lost no less than 20 front-line police officers. At that time, it was a sensational answer across the country.

Unexpectedly, today, he would meet this famous murderer at this moment. Listening to his remarks, it seems that in the past 18 years, he has experienced some ups and downs, and he has some insights.

"Let's change places." Xiao Zheng said, turned around and walked towards an alley not far away.

It was late at night. But after all, it is the entrance of the hospital, and there are popular people coming and going. It is inevitable that it will be affected.

Pick a quiet and remote corner, even if the sky is dark and the blood is flowing, you can pick up the mess and leave.

Xiao Zheng thought so, and He Zhuguo, who was still listed as a Class A wanted criminal, did not object. Although with his new identity now, no one dares to check him.

The alley is a dead end, and the further you go, the more filthy garbage bins become, and the broken sewer pipes flow out of filthy wastewater. The mottled walls are covered with green moss. Even in Yanjing, a city where every inch of land is valuable, it is still impossible to avoid such dark corners under the light.

Knort.

Xiao Zheng stopped, and the moment he turned around, He Zhuguo, who was following behind him, pulled out a sharp cone thorn with a blood groove. A stab into the body, even if it is not a fatal part, can spurt out a large amount of blood in an instant, and die of excessive blood loss.

It's easy to use, and it's not a regulated product. I can carry it around.

Xiao Zheng stared coldly at He Zhuguo, who couldn't wait to pull out his weapon. He knew that He Zhuguo was not impetuous, but just killed and numb. Simply treating this matter as a routine for an old husband and wife has no freshness, no stimulation, and no way to stimulate the bestiality in his body.

Facing He Zhuguo, who was full of murderous aura, Xiao Zheng was indifferent, standing in place like a stone sculpture, not moving at all.

He wasn't angry, but he was angry. Too much anger is piling up in my heart. It makes the madness in him stir.

Countless times have been calculated and framed. He didn't give a reasonable, even happy counterattack.

was calculated by Yan Dengkui, and he had Ye Yuhua to coordinate.

Now he was framed by Yan Shang and was set up by him for a Hongmen banquet. Although he vented his depression, he was always restrained and did not dare to go too far. Even in the eyes of others, his reaction was too aggressive. Even in Ye Zanghua's opinion, he shouldn't have done this. This should be dealt with in a more gentle manner.

Perhaps, whether it is in the eyes of Ye Zanghua or in the eyes of those high-ranking people, he is really a waste? A wreck who doesn't dare to bite people when he's in a hurry?

He endured.

Endured again and again.

Even his brother was assassinated and almost murdered, but he only took a slight revenge and did not kill him. Afterwards, he was forced into the dragon group, like a grandson, and let a woman stand out for herself and suffer humiliation and grievances.

Is it in the eyes of everyone in Yanjing, he is a puddle of mud that he wants to pinch and flat, and if he wants to be round, he will let himself go when he is in a good mood, and when he is in a bad mood, he wants his own life?

Xiao Zheng endured enough.

Even if Lin Huayin is relieved. I feel sorry for him, and I endure it again and again. He was also not presumptuous.

But this time, he was really angry. It's on fire.

Crazy sex!

Whew!

August in Yanjing is still cold. The yin wind in the alley was like ice blades, cutting flesh and bone piece by piece. Cruel and ruthless.

Xiao Zheng stared at He Zhuguo coldly, staring at his blood-stained cone thorns. Motionless.

He Zhuguo moved.

Like he used to shoot ten, fifty, a hundred times. He first habitually stepped out of his left foot, then straightened his chest, and approached Xiao Zheng with a vertical body. With only two steps left to reach his target, he stabbed the cone in his right hand like lightning.

Of the first 100 times, he had 99 one-hit hits. Stab the target to death on the spot. The only time it was nailed to the wall after a bit of effort. How ugly and ugly the death is, how tragic and tragic it is.

This time, he didn't have any psychological baggage.

In his opinion, Xiao Zheng, who has been a soldier for two years and is still a little skilled, may be able to avoid his first attack, or even avoid the second attack. But the third time, the fourth time - Xiao Zheng will definitely die.

It's a battle with one and only one answer. He wins, Xiao Zheng dies.

Shout!

He Zhuguo's body was like a bolt of lightning, wrapped in a strong wind, rushing like a ghost.

The cone thorns raised slightly, flashing with the cold glow of the dementor. With a whistling sound, it stabbed Xiao Zheng's throat with a bang!

Seeing the cone thorn approaching, Xiao Zheng, who was standing in place, finally moved.

His movements are not too fast, but he is heavy enough, steady enough, and explosive enough.

Flutter!

Blade is here.

Airplanes!

Horizontal arm, out of the knife, Xiao Zheng didn't even use his eyes to see, just a matter of habit, he split He Zhuguo's cone stab with one sword. In the dark night sky, fierce fires collided. Spraying on people's skin, it is even a little hot.

After the knife, Xiao Zheng still did not retreat, his arm sank, tightened, and suddenly raised the blade, slashing at He Zhuguo from the front.

Without any fancy skills, he slashed at He Zhuguo like chopping melons and vegetables. Just a knife. A knife that filled up all his strength. He Zhuguozhen, who was originally surging and murderous, flew out. It took three or four times for his heels to rub against the ground before he could stand firm. The cone made of pure steel buzzed in his hand. The shock made his wrist hurt for a while, and the tiger's mouth was torn out a trace of blood.

After a short fight, He Zhuguo realized an unprecedented problem.

He is not Xiao Zheng's opponent!

Yes.

He Zhuguo, who has broken away from the killer level and moved to a higher realm, is not Xiao Zheng's opponent under anger at all!

For eighteen years, his master asked him to step to a higher realm. He needs to be a strong man who is not limited to killers. He wants to be the sharpest trump card under his hands. He has been doing this all the time, and even once did not go out for a year in order to practice nirvana, and closed himself to practicing in the house. 500 stabs a day, 1,000 times. Just to perfectly integrate every muscle of the body with the force of the cone thorn.

He's been doing a good job. It was also entrusted with important tasks. He was even treated politely by his master.

He thought that he was already a strong man standing at the pinnacle, and he was no longer the murderer who only knew how to kill and was bloody.

But he was wrong.

Miss by a mile!

The real strong will not be slashed back by the other party. Destroy the fighting spirit in an instant?