Strongest Worker

Chapter 338

Li Qing leaned back and skillfully avoided the blow. The sharp dagger almost wiped his neck and scratched it out. Only when others saw it, they felt that the hairs stood up.

His body fell back, Li Qing put his hands back on the ground, and his legs clamped Yang Xun's leg like scissors. He twisted like a twist. Yang Xun couldn't stand the strength and fell to the ground directly.

As soon as he turned over, Li Qing bounced up in situ, danced a beautiful knife flower in his hand, and turned his back to cut Yang Xun's throat.

Yang Xun shivered all over and quickly turned his head, but Li Qing's speed was too fast. He couldn't dodge. The saber still cut a wound on his shoulder, which made him jump out hastily.

"Hehe, you are still so tender." Li Qing sneered, stared at a touch of shallow blood on the saber and rubbed it on his sleeve.

"The captain's ability is as good as before." Yang Xun's face changed slightly and straightened up slowly. His voice was hoarse and ugly, like an old man.

With the back of the general's knife behind his waist, Li Qing forked his feet, stared at Yang Xun and asked with a smile: "we were brothers who lived and died together. Tell me what you mean."

"Captain, you always treat me as your own brother, which I know." Yang Xun's voice is low. "I have no intention to embarrass you today, just..."

"Just think of a tone, right?" Li Qing said with a smile. "Yang Xun, do you know what's wrong with you? Childish! You have set up such a big brocade door alone in China, but you still haven't made any progress in your mind. You act repeatedly and hesitate after thinking about it. It's like a doll who hasn't graduated from kindergarten."

Li Qing took a step forward: "if Lao Feng were here today, you would kill without hesitation? In that case, I won't talk about brotherhood with you. Let's do it."

Yang Xun's face sank: "since you said so, Captain, although Yang Xun's level is poor, he can accompany you on two moves."

As soon as Li qinglue nodded, his body rushed forward, and the saber in his hand turned to him silently.

Yang Xun knew that his skill was far inferior to that of Li Qing. The opposite side was looking for death. He simply turned and slipped away, and climbed up the iron frame along the corner.

There was a sneer at the corners of his mouth, and Li Qing jumped up as soon as she jumped up, and her figure quickly hid in the dark.

Qian Liming sat beside Wen Yang with a submachine gun in his arms, listening to the continuous crisscross of fists and feet on his head and the harsh sound of the blade passing through the iron frame, and his face turned white.

"Little bastard, will elder brother be all right?" Qian Liming asked slowly after pondering for a long time.

Wen Yang stretched out his hand and patted Qian liming on his head without hesitation. His voice was clear and loud: "if you dare scold me again, you will be killed."

A group of bodyguards behind him stared at Wen Yang covetously. They also saw that the white haired boy was not pleasing to their eyes. In particular, they dared to threaten their boss. They were impatient.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Yang turned his head and stared at the bodyguards.

"Yes, yes, look at a fart! Turn your head around and I'm upset." Qian liming was not angry and helped.

Those bodyguards quietly make complaints about it, and since their boss is cheap, they can't blame anyone else. Each turned his head to one side and didn't look at the two goods in the middle.

With a sullen breath, Wen Yang glanced at Qian Liming: "it's only been a few years. Why have you become fat?"

Qian Liming almost didn't come up at once. He was so angry that he turned his big head and stared at Wen Yang fiercely, but he was afraid of being beaten again. He didn't dare to say a word.

Boom!

A dark shadow fell down again. After falling to the ground, he staggered up, suddenly vomited a big mouthful of blood, and stumbled towards the exit.

"Yang Xun lost." Wen Yang said faintly, as if he was not surprised at all.

"Just let him run away? That's no good. Catch him back!" Qian Liming bounced up from the ground and shouted with open teeth and claws.

Wen Yang stretched out his hand and pulled Qian Liming back: "brother wants to let him go. Don't chase him, and you can't catch him."

Even if Wen Yang said so, those people under Qian Liming still didn't believe in evil. Two mercenaries close to the exit rushed over and shouted with guns in their hands: "stop!"

Yang Xun's body didn't stop. The two mercenaries were impatient for a moment and fired a shot directly.

Two shots, Yang Xun immediately fell down.

"Dead?" the two mercenaries looked at each other, and then ran over. They were less than a meter away from Yang Xun's body. The latter suddenly burst up, wrapped around a mercenary's body like an old tree, and the dagger in his hand went down obliquely along his neck.

The dagger was pulled out, and the blood gushed. Another man didn't understand what was going on. He suddenly felt that his neck was cold. I don't know when Yang Xun had walked around behind him and cut his throat with a dagger.

In a few seconds, the two mercenaries were killed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Xun has turned into the channel, and soon disappeared.