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"Oh-?!" Jiang Nanyun's eyes lit up.

Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her and asked lightly, "Why didn't you be ruthless just now?"

Jiang Nanyun was stunned and said, "Didn't Master not let the killing ring be opened?"

Xiao Yuesheng nodded, he had said this, but he really didn't expect that the people from the Taishan faction would be such a good, and for a while, he didn't bother to say more to them, and waved away.

If the people of the Taishan faction were not interested, he would have already taken action, used thunderous methods, and killed a few people on a large scale.

Jiang Nanyun stomped his feet and said hatefully: "Master, I've been suppressing the fire, that old guy of Yu Xuanzi is shameless, I can't argue with him, it's really annoying!"

Xiao Yuesheng suddenly laughed and shook his head.

"Master, what are you laughing at?!" Jiang Nanyun said busily.

Xiao Yuesheng laughed twice, and then said: "I didn't expect that this jade Xuanzi of the Taishan faction is really shameless, few people can match it, and it can be regarded as a superb!"

Jiang Nanyun said hatefully: "Why did the master let him go just now, how good is it to kill him with a sword?!"

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and said with a smile: "Forget it, give them another chance, next time, you don't have to keep your hands anymore!"

"Yes!" Jiang Nanyun was overjoyed.

With her martial arts, dealing with those people of the Taishan faction, she can catch it with her hands, a piece of cake, but she can't make a hard hand, according to her has always had no scruples, and her ruthless surname is really awkward, Xiao Yuesheng loosened her mouth, she seemed to loosen the hoop spell as if she was happy.

Xiao Yuesheng has already created a new formula, and after thinking about it, he called it the magic of turning light.

He quietly ran the light transformation technique, concentrated on cultivation, entered the realm extremely fast, outside the Guanyun Villa, it was still calm, and the people of the Taishan faction died down, as if they had extinguished the idea of revenge.

The martial arts people in Lin'an City were disappointed, but they didn't expect the Taishan faction to have a loud thunder and a small rain, so they couldn't deal with Guanyun Villa.

Lin'an City will be immortal building

At noon, it was crowded.

The round face of the shopkeeper at the door smiled, his eyebrows smiled, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and for a while, the business was so prosperous that he had to wake up with a smile when he dreamed.

It's just that among the drinkers, most of them are martial arts people, all of them are holding swords and swords, and their voices are thick and bright, and he is also secretly worried that he will get drunk and fight and knock down his restaurant.

Fortunately, these people seem to be fierce, but they are quite honest and peaceful, no one dares to borrow wine to spread wildness, so that he finally let go of his heart, but he is secretly grateful to the Qingping Gang, listening to the tone of their speech, these people are very jealous of the Qingping Gang.

"According to me, Xiao Yihan doesn't dare to offend the Taishan faction at all!" a person suddenly raised his voice and said loudly.

His voice was very loud, overpowering the noise in the hall, and the people followed the voice, but it was a young man, about twenty years old, with a rectangular face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and at this time his eyes were foggy, obviously slightly drunk.

"Otherwise, no!" Opposite him was also a young man, in his twenties, with a melon seed face, sword eyebrows, very handsome, shaking his head like a rattle, and his face was full of disapproval.

He was also hazy, his fair face was flushed, and he couldn't sit a little steadily, but he forced himself to speak.

The long-faced young man shook his head and snorted loudly: "Look, the Taishan faction has bullied the door, but he doesn't do anything, isn't he afraid of the Taishan faction?!"

The melon-faced young man squinted his eyes, shook his head and said, "Otherwise, otherwise...... Xiao Daxia is magnanimous, he doesn't care, and he is too lazy to meet the people of the Taishan faction!"

"Bah!" the rectangular-faced young man disdainfully slapped the table: "He's a bad seed, a coward!"

"Presumptuous, you dare to scold Xiao Daxia!" The melon-faced young man stood up, pointed at each other's fingers, and said angrily: "...... You're a bitch, coward!"

"You dare to scold me, look for death!" The young man with a rectangular face was furious, he was a crazy life, Xiao Yuesheng didn't put it in his eyes, what is this person.

As he spoke, he drew his sword and stabbed straight at the melon-faced youth.

The melon-seed-faced young man was not slow to react, although he was slightly drunk and his hands and feet were not very flexible, he pulled out his long sword and blocked the crooked sword.

The two stood up, across the table, with their feet firmly nailed, swords coming and going, so lively, the people around them quieted down and watched them fight.

The tin wine jug on the table has been cut off with a sword, and it has been overturned on the table, and the wine is gurgling out, and the smell of wine is fragrant.

The two of them were friends, when the wine was hot, they talked about the situation of the previous day, it is said that Taishan sent to Guanyun Villa to make trouble, but the whole body retreated, the two commented, each had their own opinions, under the dispute, they started to move.

Both of them were drunk, a sword stabbed out, crooked, unable to walk in a straight line, there was no power at all, the person next to them gave up a place, for fear of stabbing themselves, they really had no accuracy.

The shopkeeper's round face showed a sad face, afraid of a trot, and flew to the east end of the street, where there was a house, which was where the Qingping Gang was located.

After a while, a young man ran behind the palm frame, with a burly figure, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and eyes as sharp as knives, but he was very gentle and polite, and followed the shopkeeper behind him unhurriedly, and came to the Huixian Building.

As soon as he entered the Huixian Tower, he heard the cheers of the people, and when he got closer, the two were fighting fiercely, the sword was shining, and the table between the two turned into several pieces and collapsed on the ground.

"Qian Shaoxia, look at it, look at it, they ......" The shopkeeper looked sad and pointed to the table, as if he had died of his son.

Qian Shaoxia nodded, his eyes flashed, the cold light burst out, and he nodded and said, "Well, the shopkeeper, I know, don't worry, let them pay." ”

"It's all up to Qian Shaoxia!" the shopkeeper lifted his spirits and hurriedly hugged his fists and saluted.

The situation of the two of them, someone next to them saw it and whispered: "Who is it, who is he, the shopkeeper has come to save his life?"

"Shhh

"Qingping Gang?" the man asked.

"The Qingping Gang hasn't heard of it either?!" the other asked in amazement, rather surprised.

The man shook his head: "I haven't heard of it, it's not Shaolin Wudang, it's very famous?!"

The other person looked at him, his eyes were quite strange, and he shook his head and sighed: "The spicy hand fairy Jiang Nanyun is the leader of the Qingping Gang. ”

"Ah, it's Jiang Nanyun?!" the man said busily, interested in life.

The other nodded, staring at the young man surnamed Qian, and said quickly: "The Qingping Gang is the only gang in Luoyang City, and now with Jiang Nanyun, some people have come over, all of them are elite cadres in the gang, and their martial arts are very skillful!"

"I see. The man nodded, somewhat understanding.

The young man surnamed Qian stepped in, approached the two who were fighting fiercely, and said in a deep voice: "Two heroes, stop!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, entered the sword light of the two, and greeted them with both palms, striking the long swords of the two respectively.

"Dangdang" two rings, such as gold and iron.

There is no shortage of experts around him, seeing this situation, his heart is awe-inspiring, obviously this young man's kung fu is extremely high, and he can make the sound of gold and iron, which is extremely hard, isn't it that he has cultivated the Shaolin Temple's King Kong is not bad?!

The two young men hurriedly clenched the long sword, not letting it go, and turned their heads to look at the young man surnamed Qian, their eyes had cleared up.

After a fight, their blood and qi circulated, and their internal forces surged, forcing their alcohol to almost and their minds clear.

"Who are you, nosy?!" The young man with a rectangular face shook his long sword, pointed at the young man surnamed Qian, and said coldly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

The young man surnamed Qian burst into spirit, his eyes were bright, like substance, and pierced straight into the eyes of the young man with a rectangular face, he couldn't help but tremble, and he turned his eyes away and didn't dare to look directly.

"Help Qian Zhaoqing in Xia Qingping!" he smiled and hugged his fists and said: "This is a place to eat, it is not appropriate to do it, it disturbs everyone's interest, if the two of you use force, you might as well go outside!"

As soon as he heard the three words of Qingping Gang, the melon-faced young man moved, and hurriedly hugged his fists and said: "Misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, we are drunk and confused, and I hope Qian Shaoxia will forgive me." ”

Busy and said to the young man with a rectangular face: "Brother Sun, let's eat enough, let's settle the bill and leave!"

"You're afraid of the Qingping Gang, but Lao Tzu isn't afraid!" the young man with a rectangular face sneered and glared at the man with disdain.

Qian Zhaoqing's eyes froze, slowly gathered on him, and said lightly: "It's not a big deal for my Qingping Gang, it's not worth mentioning, it's just that as a native of Lin'an City, I just want to keep the people safe." ”

"What a big breath!" the rectangular-faced young man sneered.

Qian Zhaoqing crossed his arms and smiled faintly, and said, "Your Excellency doesn't know where the master is, and he despises my Qingping Gang so much?"

"I'm a nobody, I just can't get used to your Qingping Gang, how about it?" the rectangular-faced young man snorted coldly.

Qian Zhaoqing frowned and said, "This is strange, what is wrong with my Qingping Gang?"

"I just can't get used to it, so what?!"

Qian Zhaoqing shook his head, glanced at him, and said lightly: "Your Excellency is a little unreasonable, it's better to settle the account and leave!"

The rectangular face youth sneered, the long sword was returned to the sheath, and he stood nonchalantly: "Lao Tzu is not leaving, how are you going?!"

"It seems that Your Excellency is here to find our Qingping Gang's stubble, admire!" Qian Zhaoqing's face sank and said lightly.

"Lao Tzu is the one who finds fault!" The young man with a rectangular face pressed forward step by step, with a disdainful look on his face, staring at Qian Zhaoqing coldly.

Qian Zhaoqing let go of his arms with both hands and took two steps forward: "Although my Qingping Gang is insignificant, I will never back down from unprovoked provocations, please advise!"

"That's what you're waiting for!" the rectangular-faced young man laughed, and the long sword stabbed out steeply, abruptly and quickly.

Qian Zhaoqing's body was lightly sideways to the left, avoiding the tip of the sword, and his right palm was slashed, dignified and elegant, and his movements were stretched and generous, pleasing to the eye.

As soon as the "dang" sounded, it was like gold and iron intersecting, and the long sword suddenly swung away, almost flying away.

The young man with a rectangular face suddenly became solemn, his long sword was slowly raised, his eyes were blazing, like a candle flame, staring at Qian Zhaoqing.

Qian Zhaoqing looked at him lightly, his expression was free, relaxed, and he looked flawed everywhere, but he was at a loss.

After contemplating for a moment, the young man with a rectangular face was surnamed Suo, and flew out, stabbing Qian Zhaoqing in the chest with a sword, drawing a cold light.

Qian Zhaoqing's feet swirled, and he instantly moved half a foot horizontally.

The sword momentum was too fast, a sword pierced the air, and when he wanted to change his move, the hilt of the sword was already in front of Qian Zhaoqing, and he slashed it again, hitting the hilt of the sword.

The rectangular face man only felt that the hilt of the sword was hot, like a soldering iron, and he hurriedly let go, and the long sword suddenly fell down.

Qian Zhaoqing swiped his right palm, the sword fell into his hand, and with a slight stroke, the long sword rested on the neck of the man with a rectangular face.

As soon as the long sword rested on his neck, he suddenly did not move, and the cold air penetrated through the pores in his neck, only to feel that death had never been so close.

Qian Zhaoqing's eyes froze, the divine light burst out, drilled into his eyes, slowly retracted the sword, and with a movement of his palm, the sword had been inserted back into his scabbard, and no one could see it clearly.

The melon-faced young man wanted to come to the rescue, but when he saw that the sword had been inserted back into the sheath, he was afraid in his heart before he could make a move.

With such a fast and incoherent technique, if you use a sword, you will definitely be unable to defend against it, and you are not an opponent at all, and you will bring humiliation on yourself.

Qian Zhaoqing clenched his fists, glanced at the young man with a rectangular face, and said lightly: "Please-!"

The rectangular face man smiled miserably, his face turned pale, and the fear of facing death grabbed him tightly, and at this time, he knew that he was not afraid of death.

"Farewell!" he clenched his fists and turned to leave, no more faceless to be left there.

The melon-faced young man walked out closely, clasped his fists at Qian Zhaoqing, and said, "It's rude, I will compensate for the tables and chairs in the next place." ”

After saying that, he threw a silver ingot, followed by him, and went out of the Huixian Tower.

The people cheered in an uproar, but they didn't expect that person to speak wildly, but his skills were not good, and he couldn't take a trick.

There was a table in the hall near the south window, and three middle-aged men were sitting.

One of them sneered and shook his head: "Alas...... , it's really a laughing death, that person's martial arts are so bad, and he dares to speak wildly!"

He is burly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he looks rude and heroic, his eyes are faint, and he is also a master.

The person next to him was a middle-aged man, with a yellow face and a sickly face, as if he was terminally ill, and he was about to die, and he snorted in a low voice: "Do you really think so?!"

"Isn't it?!" the other person asked hurriedly, also a middle-aged man, with a face like a crown of jade, three locks of clear beard under his chin, elegant and chic.

The yellow-faced man shook his head and glanced at the two of them: "I don't believe it, you can't see it, it's not that the person is not good, it's really that Qian Zhaoqing's martial arts are too strong!"

"Brother Guan, can't you see how powerful Qian Zhaoqing is?" the other person stroked the three locks of clear beard, frowned, shook his head and said.

"It's just, it's just a quick shot, nothing unusual. The heroic man nodded busily.

The withered yellow man shook his head, disappreciating, and snorted: "His strongest point must be his palm power...... There must be something strange about his palm, otherwise, how could that man throw away his sword so easily?!"

He guessed that the ** is not far from ten, Qian Zhaoqing's palm is called Shaoyang Palm, specializing in Shaoyang Sanjiao meridian acupoint, the internal force is Yang to Gang, the palm power is strange, and ordinary masters are difficult to resist.

The man with the rectangular face had good swordsmanship, but his internal strength was not strong, and he had no resistance, so he was easily planted in his hands.

Qian Zhaoqing looked around, there was no one to make trouble, and made a group gesture at everyone, and in the shopkeeper's thousand thanks, he turned around and left, and returned to the Qingping Gang.

"This is the master of the Qingping Gang, and it really deserves its name!" the man stroked the three locks of Qingmu, shook his head and sighed.

"Second brother, such a master, is it considered high in the Qingping Gang?" the rough man asked the middle-aged man with a withered yellow face in a low voice.

He pondered and said, "None of the masters of the Qingping Gang are inferior to this person. ”

"Then how many masters are there in the Qingping Gang?" asked the rough man.

The yellow-aged man pondered for a moment and said, "Twenty or thirty people, there are always ......"

The other two looked at each other with a wry smile.

The rough middle-aged man sighed, shook his head and said, "With them, where is our beginning?!"

Another middle-aged man stroked his hair and shook his head, suddenly realized, and said with a wry smile: "No wonder, no wonder everyone is honest when they enter Lin'an City, it turns out that they are afraid of the Qingping Gang!"

That's true. The yellowed middle-aged man nodded.

The rugged middle-aged man asked, "Then Jiang Nanyun's martial arts must be stronger, right?"

"These people's martial arts are said to be passed down by Jiang Nanyun himself, tell me, how high will her martial arts be?" the man with a withered yellow face sneered.

"Grandma's, it's really terrible!" the rough man's face changed slightly.

The middle-aged man stroked his hair and groaned, and said slowly: "Isn't that martial arts of a sword and a cold sword even more unfathomable?!"

The man with a withered yellow face nodded heavily: "I don't want to know!"

Then he let out a sneer and said: "That person just now, I really don't know the height of the sky, in my opinion, Xiao Yihan wants to kill the people of the Taishan faction, just like slaughtering chickens and ducks, but he is too lazy to do it, these people talk about it in vain, it is really shallow and ignorant!"

The other two nodded.

For Xiao Yuesheng's tolerance, although Jiang Nanyun was quite dissatisfied, he won the appreciation of Yilin and Ling Huchong, feeling that he was broad-minded, and the Taishan faction did not know what to do, so if he came to provoke again, he didn't have to be polite.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, knowing that the goal had been achieved, the Taishan faction was a famous faction after all, if it did not take advantage of the reason, and rashly made a dead hand, it would bury invisible hidden dangers.

In the evening, as the sun set, he practiced in a flower garden in the back garden.

It's warm like spring, and a hundred flowers are blooming.

The afterglow of the setting sun illuminates the back garden, the light is soft and delicate, and the roses stain all the flowers like a dream.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, he was also dyed rose-colored and blended in with his surroundings.

Just stood quietly, motionless, like a pillar, looking at the situation, it was like standing on a stake, and I couldn't see what martial arts I was practicing.

Slowly, when he calms down, when he comes to watch again, he will find that as he breathes, the soft light of the roses on his body rises and shrinks, just like the breath in his mouth, rising and falling, which is incomparably wonderful.

Suddenly, his body moved, disappeared in an instant, and in a flash, he appeared outside the gate of Guanyun Villa.

On the straight road outside the gate of Guanyun Villa, more than ten people are surrounding the two of them, starting a fight, swords and swords, clanging endlessly.

The avenue was obscured by lush trees, and the afterglow of the setting sun could not shine here, it was a little dim, and the light of the sword flickered incessantly.

More than ten people were wearing yellow shirts, and the two people in the circle, one was an old man in burlap clothes, with white eyebrows, white hair on his head, and the other was wearing a green veil, his face could not be seen clearly, but his body was extremely graceful, and he looked like a young woman.

The old man's movements were slow, but the long sword had three tricks: steady, accurate, and ruthless, although it was not fast, it was a deadly move, and the killing machine was awe-inspiring.

But these more than ten people, all of them are not mediocre hands, or long knives, or long swords, as well as silver spears, and even a meteor hammer, all kinds of weapons, everything.

Among the more than ten of them, only six struck, and the sword swung in unison, suppressing the old man breathlessly, crumbling, and unable to support it at any time.

The graceful woman dressed in black held a long sword in her hand, leaning on the ground, motionless, when a gust of wind blew, and the green yarn hanging in front of her face fluttered.

A middle-aged man in a yellow shirt held a long knife and said loudly: "Green Bamboo Weng, it's futile to fight again, why bother, the sect leader just wants to invite the holy aunt back!"

The green bamboo Weng ignored it, the long sword was as sharp as before, and the sword was desperate, making a lose-lose style of play, although the pace was slow, it should not be underestimated.

"If you don't know how to be interesting, let's be ruthless!" the middle-aged man snorted coldly.

Luzhu Weng sneered and didn't answer, but he had a ruthless move in his hand, eager to slaughter everyone in front of him.

"Holy Aunt, please speak, let him die in vain, it is useless!" The middle-aged man turned to the graceful woman in the black shirt.

She is naturally Ren Yingying.

Ren Yingying held the long sword and said lightly: "Senior nephew, stop." ”

"Auntie, you go quickly!" Luzhu Weng snorted, but he didn't retreat, and his long sword swung and stabbed one person in the shoulder.

The man snorted, his right hand snapped, stopped the bleeding on his left shoulder, and stared coldly at the green bamboo Weng, his eyes flashed, the muscles on his face slowly twisted, and his expression became hideous.

"Green Lao'er, you want to find death, you can't complain about me!" With that, he rushed up, ignoring the sword stabbed by the green bamboo Weng, and stabbed straight away.

Lu Zhu Weng's sword stabbed him in the left shoulder, but he stabbed Lu Zhu Weng in the chest, if the two died together, he would cut off at most one arm, and Lu Zhu Weng would inevitably die.

A sword next to him suddenly drilled out, and opened the sword of the green bamboo Weng, and the man's sword stabbed directly into the chest of the green bamboo Weng, and then pulled it out, and blood gushed out.

"Uh......" Luzhu Weng snorted, only to feel that all the strength in his body seemed to spurt away with the blood spurting from his chest.

As soon as his long sword fell, he stumbled under his feet and slowly fell.

"Master Green Nephew!" Ren Yingying hurriedly stepped forward to support him, preventing him from falling, looking at the hot blood gushing in his chest, and hurriedly clicking on his acupoints.

Lu Zhuweng stretched out his hand with difficulty, waved it, and said in a low voice: "It's useless...... , aunt, drag ...... Hold them back, Xiao ...... Mr. Siu......"

"Stop talking, inhale!" Ren Yingying nodded hurriedly, pressing her palms on her chest, trying not to let the hot blood spurt out.

Lu Zhuweng shook his head and smiled bitterly, knowing in his heart that his old life was going to be confessed here after all, but the holy aunt still couldn't get out of danger, and he was really unwilling.

"What's wrong?" A gentle voice suddenly sounded, and Xiao Yuesheng suddenly appeared behind the two.

Ren Yingying turned her head violently, turned around to look, and when she saw that it was him, she suddenly let go, her body softened, and she almost fell.

Xiao Yuesheng took a step forward and held her, his hand was already on her pulse, and he knew it in his heart, and an internal force passed over.

Ren Yingying only felt a warm breath entering her body, and her spirit suddenly perked up, as if she had been empowered, her body was refreshed, and her fatigue disappeared.

Xiao Yuesheng let go of her and came to the side of the green bamboo Weng, his hands moved together, his left palm was raised upward, the green bamboo Weng was like a puppet, he floated flat, lying on his back in the void, as if there was an invisible low couch there.

His eyes widened, inexplicably, he only felt that his body couldn't help himself, his head couldn't command his body, and he was completely at the mercy of Xiao Yuesheng.

Xiao Yuesheng lifted his left hand lightly, and his right hand pointed at the big acupoints, or fierce or feminine, or elegant, or dignified, or like a wolf with a pen, or like a stone chisel and a fierce drill, each finger has its own weather, and the momentum is solemn.

In the blink of an eye, the one hundred and eight acupuncture points around him had been ordered, Xiao Yuesheng breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the green bamboo Weng.

Lu Zhuweng had closed his eyes, passed out, his face was no longer gray, and became ruddy, as if he had fallen into a sweet dream, and his body was relaxed.

Ren Yingying came up and asked in a low voice, "Sir, it doesn't matter to him, right?"

Xiao Yuesheng turned his head to look at her, nodded and said, "It's not too late, it's no big deal, you can recover after a while." ”

Ren Yingying nodded her head and sighed: "If it weren't for him, I would have died." ”

Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "...... your face?"

Although the green yarn was blocked in front of her face, she couldn't stop his gaze, and at a glance she saw a long scar on her left cheek, which was more than two inches long.

Ren Yingying understated and said lightly: "I was chased and killed by them and was injured." ”

Xiao Yuesheng frowned, snorted in a deep voice, turned around, and looked at more than ten men in yellow shirts.

When they saw that Xiao Yuesheng was empty, they actually took up the void of the green bamboo Weng, and the skill was so deep and terrifying, so they were afraid of the abnormality, and they didn't do it directly, but asked, "Who are you?!"

Xiao Yuesheng said lightly: "Xiao Yihan." ”

Everyone was stunned, looked at each other, and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Xiao Yuesheng's name is far more familiar to the people of the Demon Sect than the righteous martial arts, because the sweetheart of the Holy Aunt is Xiao Yihan.

Some days ago, because of this, many people in the Demon Sect who had received Ren Yingying's favor came to see Xiao Yuesheng and wanted to see how the Holy Aunt's sweetheart was.

"No wonder, no wonder the Holy Aunt is running here!" said a man with a smile, comprehending.

Xiao Yuesheng's face sank like water, glanced at them lightly, waved his hand, and said, "You guys go, I don't want to kill people today." ”

"The sect leader has an order, please go back!" a middle-aged man in a yellow shirt said in a deep voice.

Xiao Yuesheng's warm gaze enveloped him, and he said lightly: "Go back and tell your sect leader that Yingying is here with me, if you have the courage, just come." ”

He turned to Ren Yingying and said, "Let's go back to the village!"

With that, he walked in the direction of the villa, holding the green bamboo in his hand, and walked calmly and slowly.

Ren Yingying didn't speak, followed him, and walked towards the villa.

"Stop!" the yellow-shirted man in front of him clenched his sword and shouted in a deep voice.

Xiao Yuesheng frowned, and said lightly: "You want to do it?!"

The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt snorted in a deep voice: "The sect leader has a life, if you take the holy aunt away, you will disobey the order of the sect leader and ensure that you will die without a place to be buried!"

Xiao Yuesheng said lightly: "I count from one to three, if you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

His right hand clenched into a fist, his little thumb cocked, and he said lightly: "One!"

More than a dozen people's faces changed slightly, anger surged, and they glared at him viciously.

(To be continued)