Hua Fei quickly stood up against the wall, grabbed the two bayonets on the wall, and threw one to Cheng Xiaoran, who had already dodged behind the jade beams and pillars on the side.

He didn't even look at Hua Fei, and casually took the knife that Hua Fei threw at him, and the action of receiving the knife was handsome and neat, and he didn't let him turn his head slightly at forty-five degrees, and threw a flattering look at Hua Fei that he was not paying for his life.

Hua Fei: ( ̄ ̯̈ ̥̥̄)......

This guy, it's really gotten, when is it, don't forget to be handsome, and don't forget to flirt with my sister.

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Ground floor.

Cheng Yixing, who was hiding under the sofa on the first floor, felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

He vaguely smelled the smell of gunpowder, and he didn't know if it was his delusion, but he felt that there was a brutal and fierce shootout going on upstairs.

Maybe the soundproofing was so good that he couldn't hear any gunfire on the first floor.

However, he could clearly smell the smell of gunpowder.

He guessed that Hua Fei and Cheng Xiaoran upstairs must have been in danger......

You'll have to go up and help or add to the mess...... Cheng Yixing thought so.

Thinking like this, he just wanted to climb out from under the sofa, but at this time, Uncle Chang walked down from the second floor with a 98k long-pole shotgun and happened to sit on the sofa where he was hiding.

Uncle Chang's feet and the barrel of the gun in his hand were in front of Cheng Yixing's eyes.

"......" Cheng Yixing made up his mind, snatched Uncle Chang's 98k long-pole shotgun, and then went upstairs to make trouble for Hua Fei and Cheng Xiaoran.

With this in mind, he quietly reached out and grabbed the barrel of the gun.

But at this time when his hand was about to touch the barrel of the gun, Uncle Chang suddenly lifted the barrel of the gun, put it on the table in front of him, and even took a bottle of whiskey from the table, poured himself a glass leisurely, and tasted it leisurely.

After Uncle Chang drank a few cups, he even got up and danced a ghost step dance.

Now is the time!

Cheng Yixing's eyes lit up, and he decided to take advantage of Uncle Chang's drunkenness to get out from under the sofa, subdue Uncle Chang, and then grab his 98k long-pole shotgun and go upstairs!

He scrambled out from behind the couch, but, when he came out of the back of the couch to me, he slammed into a pair of feet, and at the same time his head was pressed against the muzzles of five spears at the same time.

"Hey, hey, hello, if you have something to say, don't shoot, don't shoot, it's all your own people." Cheng Yixing smiled wryly.

"Your own people?"

Uncle Chang didn't know when he had already sat on the sofa opposite, still holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

As he spoke, he waved his hand at the five black-clothed men with guns who had subdued Cheng Yixing, signaling them to escort Cheng Yixing over.

The man in black understood, and immediately pressed Cheng Yixing and escorted Cheng Yixing to Uncle Chang.

"Since you said that it is your own person, then prove it to me." Uncle Chang said.

Adding Uncle Chang's words, Cheng Yixing couldn't help but be stunned.

Proof of it, how do you want him to prove it?

He just said it casually, and the other party really had the heart to make him their "own person"?

"How do you want me to prove it?" Cheng Yixing said.

Although he was being held at this time, and he still had the muzzle of a black hole on his shoulder and back that could kill him at any time, his whole person was so calm that he couldn't do it, and he looked like he was not afraid of the sky and the earth.

He had long felt that everything in this dimensional world was fake.