He was flipping through the files on his phone, but at this moment several calls came from the agent outside the door.
"Hey! What are you doing! Hey!" He shouted repeatedly, followed by the sound of pushing and locking the door.
He raised his head and saw that several people had already walked inside the door.
"oh?"
The four men all held knives in their hands. The blade was half a foot long and was bladed on one side. The four men seemed to be headed by the man in the center and surrounding him.
And these four people all look very young, in their mid-twenties at most, and they still have some childishness.
They looked at Chen Qing, at his indifferent expression, at him scrolling through the phone in front of him, and a certain ruffian standing at the back suddenly became angry.
"Damn boy! Can't you see your dad come in?!"
He raised his head and looked at them nonchalantly. The agent was holding a knife between his neck and the knife in their hand looked unusually new.
"Oh." Chen Qing smiled and waved to them: "Are you the ones monitoring this villa? Why."
They frowned, overwhelmed by Chen Qing's indifferent expression. They looked at each other, their eyes full of questions.
"Hey!" The first one was the gangster who held the knife on the agent's neck. He said "tsk", took the knife down, slapped his abdomen several times with the blade, raised his face, He pointed at Chen Qing and said, "Who are you messing with!"
Before he finished speaking, someone next to him, with a pretentious look, stretched out his hand to stop him back a little, raised his chin at Chen Qing and said, "Do you know where this place is? It's everywhere." Dare you break in?"
"Oh?" Chen Qinglue was a little curious, so he asked them again: "Where is this place? Isn't this place up for sale? What, is it yours?"
He looked at these people smiling, but there was clearly a hint of disdain that he didn't want to hide in their smiles.
He took a step forward and asked the intermediary: "Have these people had any contact with you?"
"Huh?" The agent was dumbfounded.
He thought to himself, how can you talk to me so naturally at this time...
He hesitated for a moment, then hesitantly replied to Chen Qing: "No...no contact..."
"In this way..." He nodded and glanced at the letter sent by Jiang Wan again.
"Fuck you! You look down on me, don't you?"
Seeing Chen Qing's actions, the gangsters raised the knives in their hands and waved them in a gesture that made the agent surrounded by him break out in cold sweat. He looked at Chen Qing and shook his head with pleading eyes. , his obvious intention was that he did not want Chen Qing to anger them.
But will Chen Qing know it?
That obviously will happen.
He smiled and took two more steps forward, looking at the four gangsters and laughing: "Who is your leader? People like you can't afford to live in a villa, who paid for you."
He turned off his cell phone and put it in his pocket. He looked at the people in front of him and stood in front of them.
He stretched out his hand and touched the watermelon knife with his fingertips.
The blade was very sharp. He touched it gently, and there was a sharp blocking feeling on his fingertips. He touched along the blade, and blood immediately flowed down.
One o'clock, at this time.
The faces of the four gangsters began to tremble uncontrollably. They raised the knives in their hands, and the leader blew out the cigarette in Chen Qing's face.
He looked at Chen Qing's cold gaze, and his raised hand trembled slightly, but then, the courage given by the adrenaline hormones made him swing the knife at this moment.
The cold light dazzled the intermediary's eyes, and the blade was raised and slid towards Chen Qing with a sound of breaking through the air.
The intermediary closed his eyes. As he expected, he couldn't bear to see the large amount of blood splashed when the white knife fell.
He couldn't bear it...
But in Chen Qing's eyes, he felt the stinging pain coming from his body. The excitement seemed to be much weaker. He looked at the blade falling in front of him, it was so slow that it seemed to be able to stop a fly.
They seemed to have fallen into stillness. He saw that the knife did not fall for a long time, and he felt not anxious.
Until the moment when the blade came into contact with the hair on his forehead, when a few hairs fell into the air, a pair of eyes opened on his legs.
One on each side, totaling one pair of eyes.
Those eyes observed the surroundings, and the fist-sized pupils were full of desire for the world.
They looked at the world, and the captured vision was transmitted to Chen Qing's mind.
When he looked at this large world, he always felt that his posture should change a little bit.
Such a posture does not seem to be able to fully explode with speed.
He leaned down slightly, and the muscles in his legs were as tough as steel bars.
In the next second, he slapped the blade of the knife with his palm so fast that the gangster couldn't grasp the handle of the knife in his hand.
Then the blade flew out to the left.
It flew all the way and hit a blade on the left side. Then the knife broke and broke into two sections. The two knives and the four broken pieces flew towards the wall.
They made a squeaking sound the moment they came into contact with the wall, like a hot knife cutting butter or a small knife cutting tofu.
They are embedded in the wall, and everything happens in a moment before human nerves can react.
His eyes became sharp, and he felt that his abilities had been greatly improved.
This is very strange. We have never seen such a scene before...from the experimental records of that hospital.
It's weird, and it's not a good or bad thing.
He held his breath and focused on the other two blades in front of him. He raised his legs and stood upside down with his elbows on the ground. His knees were still partially glued to the ground. His whole body was like a big bow. So in the next moment, the force on his waist and legs was relieved, and the feet came into contact with the blade in an instant, kicking the blade off while the handle was still in the gangster's hand.
He watched the blade pierce into the hand of the last person, who was holding the knife and had previously threatened Chen Qing.
He held the knife to the agent's neck.
He swore that he did this absolutely to protect the intermediary. It was definitely not in retaliation for the two times he scolded me.
Chen Qing nodded, thinking very definitely.
Yes, I definitely have no intention of revenge.
He stood still, and as he slowed down his breathing, the eyes on his legs gradually closed. This body became less and less human.
He smiled bitterly and spread his palms helplessly.
"But...who made me come into contact with the earliest extraordinary organization that was the Divine Grace Sect..."
He sighed, his eyes gradually turned cold, he raised his head, looked at the gangster in front of him who was still a little unresponsive, and took half a step forward.
And just this half-step distance scared the four gangsters instantly.
The man who had injured his hand was rolling on the ground with his palm that had been penetrated. He was wailing, blood stained the ground, and then stained himself all over the body in the process of rolling.
The three people knelt down on the spot with a pop. They lowered their heads, and their bodies were already soaked with cold sweat in fear.
They didn't even dare to move, they didn't dare to say anything, and they lowered their heads and looked at the eldest brother who was surrounded by them with pleading eyes.
But the eldest brother who was surrounded by them was shaking so hard that he couldn't say a word.
He was the first to kneel down, and he was also the first to suffer the speed that was beyond full control and filled with a sense of destruction.
He was also the first to see the unclosed eye slit on Chen Qing's legs in his peripheral vision.
"Who told you to guard this place?"
He was trembling, the words coming in front of him were like the words of an emperor, like the words of a god, making him unable to have the slightest intention of disobeying them.
"Yes...it's Brother Huang...Huang Zhize told us to stay here!"
"What are you doing here?"
He hesitated and spoke tremblingly: "He...he didn't say! He only asked us to monitor here! Don't let anyone get close."
Chen Qing touched his chin and was quite curious: "But all the villas nearby are for sale. Is he mentally retarded?"
They trembled, not daring to say another word.
"The villas nearby..."
He frowned, repeated what he said, and then looked at the agent in front of him: "Is there anything you haven't told me? For example, what happened in this villa."
Before he finished speaking, the agent was stunned for a while, and his fingers were already a little cold. He looked at Chen Qing, swallowed, and then said slowly: "This villa... someone died before."
"Dead person?" He was a little curious and asked the agent: "Who died? What happened."
"It's just..." The agent seemed hesitant as he listened. He looked into Chen Qing's eyes and hesitated for a while before saying, "It's just... a little girl died..."
He frowned, suddenly feeling that the matter was getting complicated again.
He looked at the four gangsters beside him, and suddenly something flashed in his mind.
"Don't move! FB...Police!"
He looked at the four people, smiled and took out the ID card Jiang Wan had given him from his pocket. He looked at the stunned eyes of the four people and smiled.
