Chapter 58 Chapter 57: Laughing and Asking the Guest Where He Came From

If there is no day, we create a day.If there is no darkest, we will create the darkest. This is what Zou Xifeng said to Fei Ji once, and Fei Ji always kept it in his heart.Fei Ji still admires the owner of the villa. For example, he thinks he can't say such classic rhetoric. The most he can say is: I am a gangster.I am a hooligan who am I afraid of?I am no longer a human being, so I am afraid of a bird?In other words: kill all living creatures.Although such words can scare people, they are definitely not as domineering as Zhuangzhu Zou said. The only person in this world who can make him feel fear, even a little bit of admiration, and who can command him is the boss, Zhuangzhu Zou.On this point, Fei Ji was self-aware.

Fei Ji put a lot of thought into dealing with people like Wu Ming.He prepared five dogs. Five people quietly appeared behind Wu Ming, cutting off her retreat. The leader is Sun Ji, one of the Eight Great King Kongs of Qianzhuang. Of course, a person who has lost an arm is not pleasing to anyone.Sun Ji is a mad dog who wants to eat people. The other four were carefully selected by Sun Ji, and they were the most murderous people.To be precise, four dogs. To deal with people like Wu Ming, there is nothing more suitable than a dog.A non-human and five dogs, but Wu Ming is alone. Wu Ming has always been an unknown person.Ordinary looks, ordinary people.It will not stand out in any crowd if you throw it casually.

It has always been Wu Ming who assassinates others, but today she has become the target of others.Already a trapped beast, waiting to be devoured by the hunter. Wu Ming is not an ordinary beast, she is a bitch in heat and a Tibetan mastiff. It's a very cold day.It was bitterly cold. It is a day of celebration and a day of killing.Why is the day of murder always arranged on such a festive day? Years of killer career, Wu Ming has changed from a little girl to a cruel killer like a Tibetan mastiff. He is also resistant to cold and can sleep peacefully in the ice and snow. He is usually normal, but he will go crazy when he sees blood.

In the flurry of snowflakes, Wu Ming made the first move, his momentum was like a rainbow, like a Tibetan mastiff in heat, once he launched an attack, he would never stop, his opponent would never be destroyed, and he would never stop. What's more, Wu Ming is a beast with a mind.The first target she chose to attack was Sun Ji, who was also capable of biting. Sun Ji is a dog with a broken arm. On the surface, he is aggressive and arrogant, but he is the weakest link of the opponent. Wu Ming's judgment has always been very accurate. Sun Ji used a heavy mountain-breaking axe. Just as Wu Ming moved, his ax had already slashed towards him with a shrill sound, and his movements were even more urgent than Wu Ming's.Cheng Yaojin, a hero of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, had the famous three-axe, but Sun Ji only killed people with one-axe. As long as one-axe is enough, any living thing cannot withstand one-axe.

But this broad ax cut into the empty door, and the empty door is dead. Fei Ji never made a move, he was watching.Watch this thrilling, bloody and brutal killing. He saw that after Sun Ji's ax fell, in an instant, Wu Ming had rushed from the empty door, biting the carotid artery on Sun Ji's neck with one mouth.No weapons were used, only the mouth was used. Wu Ming's favorite weapon is anything that can kill.She has always believed that everything can kill, including a piece of paper, a thread, a stream of water, and even a gust of wind, the key lies in how you use it. Like a ferocious Tibetan mastiff, Wu Ming bit Sun Ji tightly with his sharp teeth, killing him with one bite.The other four dogs were all stunned by the scene in front of them, and their momentum disappeared.

Winning or losing a dog fight depends first on momentum and murderous intent.Wu Ming didn't stop, he loosened his mouth, bared his teeth, and threw himself into the four dogs unstoppably. What Fei Ji saw next was a bloody jungle killing.No dog has a chance of surviving against the sharp canines of the Tibetan mastiff.This is no longer a battle in the general sense, but a brutal massacre. The massacre was soon over.In the cold wind, in front of the courtyard gate, Wu Ming spat blood from his mouth, and looked at Fei Ji with deep, fierce and wild eyes like a Tibetan mastiff.It's like watching a dog.

At this moment, Fei Ji almost forgot to chew on the chicken bone in his hand, he only felt a heavy chill. After the war, when the bank was cleaning the battlefield, they found that five of Sun Ji had been bitten to a bloody mess. Bitten off. Wu Ming is a killer who pays attention to professional ethics. Originally, she could withdraw from the moment she saw Fei Ji, but if she wanted to leave, Fei Ji might not be able to stop her.But she didn't, because the task of assassinating Zou Zhuangzi had not been completed. If the goal is not achieved, how can we withdraw troops?The reputation of the Wukouhui for more than a hundred years did not come by accident, but a long-term accumulation process.The opportunity has not been completely lost, and there is still the possibility of assassinating Zou Zhuangzi. As long as there is a possibility, the assassin cannot give up lightly.

In the hall where the main force of the bank made an agreement, only Fei Ji was the last hurdle to complete the task.After passing this hurdle, Zou Zhuangzi is a baby who is a few months old and has no resistance. Fei Ji is not Sun Ji, much more terrifying than a dog.Wu Ming also needs to be more cautious.A master's move, a careless move, the whole game is lost. One is a ferocious Tibetan mastiff, and the other is the most terrifying inhuman.Two strong contenders, who will win?The two confronted each other like beasts and did not move for a long time.Snowflakes soon covered the ends of the hair and onto the clothes, and the two standing there were like two statues gradually turning white.

The five mutilated corpses fell in the white snow field and were soon covered by snow. In the eyes of people, snow is white; in the eyes of lovers, snow is blue; in the eyes of killers, snow, like blood, is red. Red is the color of life.