"Hiss..." The jackal took a breath. They are all smart people. Chen Juncai and the night hunter took the dark flower. They will fight to the death tonight.
Inside the manor, the rattling sound of AK-47s can be heard endlessly.
But the jackal knows that the side with more people may not have the upper hand.
"Don't listen to his nonsense." A sharp female voice came from the fire escape:
"The young man who came with him is called Ye Qing. He is a master of martial arts in China and the person the eldest lady wants to kill."
"Lynx!" Chen Juncai and Ye Qing recognized who the voice was almost at the same time.
Chen Juncai took advantage of the moment when the lynx warned the jackal, rolled over, and shot the Soviet-made TT-33 up the stairs.
Suddenly, several bullets were fired from the fire escape.
"Puff, puff, puff..." hit the bulletproof vest on his body. Suddenly, his arm hurt, and the Soviet-made TT-33 fell to the ground.
Chen Jun rolled to a corner and gritted his teeth in pain. He looked up and saw the jackal smiling ferociously through the staircase railing.
"We said goodbye to Tengchong, but I didn't expect to meet again in Lashio." Ye Qing stared at the fire escape to prevent the lynx from shooting and sneak attack.
"I didn't expect you to remember me." Shanmao, who was leaning against the wall of the fire escape, holding a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other, showed a cruel smile:
"I will always remember the great kindness of the young master of the Ye family. Be careful and don't fall into my hands."
Ye Qing said suspiciously: "Long Mei and I have already met and turned enemies into friends. Why do you still want to kill me?"
Shan Mao let out a sad laugh: "I will not only kill you, but also cut you into pieces."
The jackal asked sharply: "He is the Chinese who kicked your mandible into pieces!"
"Yes, it's him!" Shanmao's voice was gloomy and cold: "I would rather die than live because of what he gave me."
Ye Qing snorted coldly: "If you have the guts to come out, I will give you a chance to fight head-on."
"Bullying a woman is nothing!" The jackal jumped up and kicked Ye Qing in the head with one leg.
Ye Qing also didn't expect that the jackal would jump out before the bobcat came out.
Moreover, he was so fast that it was too late to retreat. With his backhand, Xiuchun Dao was hidden behind his elbow, blocking his leg with the blade.
With a muffled "bang" sound, the jackal fell to the ground.
Only then did Ye Qing see clearly the appearance of the jackal. He was like a bear, with thick limbs and an ugly face that was scary.
This leg made Ye Qing feel like he was hit by a rhinoceros, and he involuntarily took a step back.
The jackal's figure landed on the ground, and instantly bounced up again. His second leg flew towards him, and Ye Qing could only continue to block with the blade of his left arm.
The most terrifying thing about Muay Thai is not the punches, but the legs. The legs are linked together and kicked out continuously like a violent storm.
Ye Qing's left arm was sore and numb from the shock that he could only retreat again and again.
The jackal kicked him one after another, but saw that he refused to drop the pistol.
There are still two masters hiding in the living room. He dare not retreat now, so he can only attack continuously, not giving the gunner time to lock himself.
The heavy flying legs attacked Ye Qing one after another.
Ye Qing circulated his Qi and quickly eliminated the swelling and pain in his left arm. Every time the jackal's flying leg collides with his left arm, he takes a step back in advance to give his left arm a buffering distance.
The right pistol fired continuously, but unfortunately every shot hit the figure.
The jackals rose up and attacked, not to avenge the lynx, but to capture Ye Qing as a hostage.
After recognizing Chen Juncai, he knew that things could not go well today. Every time the hunter in the night attacked, he would not spare any effort.
However, a series of flying kicks, each with a powerful force that could break the tough teak wood as thick as a bowl, did not knock Ye Qing to the ground.
But this kid didn't care about martial ethics and fired while defending.
Although the bullet did not hit him, but...
Ye Qing saw that his movements were extremely fast and that the pistol could not lock onto him at all, so he simply threw Form 92 to Wang Xue who was hiding in the corner, and rushed in front of the jackal in a flash.
The jackal laughed excitedly, his body rose into the air again, and a leg full of power flew towards Ye Qing's head with the sound of howling wind.
A sinister smile appeared on Ye Qing's lips. He was in mid-air and could no longer change his moves quickly.
Turning his wrist, the Xiuchundao suddenly appeared from his left elbow, carrying a fierce blade wind, slashing at the whip leg he had whipped.
Blowing hair and breaking hair, embroidering spring knife.
In addition, the jackal's legs are very strong and heavy.
"Ah!" The body like a jackal and a bear whirled to the ground, with blood flying in the air.
Ye Qing chopped off half of his calf with a knife, and the blood rained as his body spun in the air, spraying everywhere...
The other person fell to the ground, rolling on the ground in pain, and screamed like a ghost.
Ye Qing was holding an embroidered spring knife in his hand, like a demon, appearing indifferently in front of him. He swung the knife, his head rolled off, and his body trembled on the ground...
The tragic death of the jackal scared the lynx to pieces. Seeing Ye Qing rushing towards the fire escape, he panicked and retreated, raising his gun and shooting continuously.
With a flash of his body, Ye Qing had already seen the fire escape clearly. There was a glass window inside. As long as the glass was smashed, he could escape from the villa.
At that time, it will not be easy to catch this bobcat.
The Bobcat retreated while shooting continuously into the narrow passage.
Suddenly, he held his head in his hands and ran towards the glass window with his body.
"Crash!" The glass was shattered instantly, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, a bullet fired from a distance opened her Tianling Cap.
"Poof!" Blood and brains flew together.
This tragic scene made even Chen Juncai tremble with fright.
Every time this kid meets him, he has snipers target him.
Ye Qing stood against the wall, Xiuchundao already in his right hand.
Wang Xue rolled several times, then leaned against the wall with him, rolled up his sleeves, and saw terrible bruises on his elbows and arms: "How are the bones!"
Ye Qing smiled and shook his head: "It's not a big problem. When blocking the jackal's flying legs, he always blocks the Xiuchun Dao in front, and his elbows and arms just release the force."
Wang Xue was still frightened: "I didn't expect that a Muay Thai master could be so scary."
Chen Juncai hid in the corner, tore open his shirt, tied his injured left arm, and moved his fingers. He felt that there was no big problem, and then he breathed a sigh of relief:
"Muay Thai is originally a crazy fist. Maoliang's bodyguards are all underground boxers. Everyone is like a beast. The more injured and bloody, the more ferocious and terrifying they become."
"Uncle, how are your arms?" Ye Qing continued his luck, and the severe pain in his elbows and arms slowly subsided.
"The bullet penetrated one side of the body. Fortunately, no bones were damaged. It will only take a few days to heal."
Chen Juncai has been living in northern Myanmar for so many years. Injuries have become a habit. He has become a doctor after a long period of illness, and his judgment of injuries is extremely accurate.
