Mou Ze'an spoke in a calm tone.
A few simple words, but they fully reveal his identity information, and the deterrence and warning in them are self-evident.
The other party refused to raise his cold eyebrows, as if he didn't care at all about what he said.
Mou Ze'an looked extremely ugly and sneered.
This person is really ignorant.
Today, these people are all country bumpkins, and none of them have ever taken him seriously.
Mou Ze'an scratched his back molars ferociously.
He felt really sorry for him, he had already given him a chance.
"Here, go ahead and clean it up for me."
Mou Ze'an calmly tidied the broken hair on his forehead and elegantly took out the square towel he had prepared to wipe it with.
The few people who got the information quickly took out silenced guns from their arms.
Several dark gun muzzles were aimed at the man's head.
"Bang!"
Mou Ze'an smiled, made gestures with three fingers, and blew in a pretentious manner.
The person behind him also pulled the trigger simultaneously.
Several projectiles pierced the air in perfect arcs, bringing a strong sense of suddenness.
A large hole was punched in the pipe in the distance, and the strong air pressure caused the water accumulated in the pipe to rush out.
The water droplets splashed by the high pressure were as powerful as breaking bamboo, staining the ground.
Mou Ze'an turned his back to the man, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the pleasure of killing.
It really fascinated him.
The sky is gray.
A light classical tune hummed in his throat.
What frightened a few people was that they clearly and accurately attacked the man's vital parts, but the man acted like nothing happened.
What followed was a huge and powerful feeling of oppression and suffocation.
The people who fired the shots were all covered in black, and they all fell to the ground.
The black and simple blade penetrated bit by bit, destroying everything.
"who are you."
Mou Ze'an turned around suddenly, and several people were twisted into a ball in strange postures.
They were all killed in one blow, and no one was spared.
This person's methods seemed too cruel.
He had a lot of human lives on his hands.
But he pales in comparison to this man.
A mess of flying and falling objects.
Mou Ze'an's blood was surging and his stomach was churning. It was very exciting.
The thick and pungent smell made him almost unable to open his eyes.
Almost in shock, he held on to the pillar next to him with an unsteady gait.
He killed these people with superpowers at his word?
He had no mental preparation at all.
It was only at this moment that I realized that I might have provoked a great person.
And Yu Yan followed the spiritual aura captured in front and tried his best to catch up.
There are dead branches and leaves all over the ground, and messy lines and spots are spattered on the rusty brass machines.
There was a person kneeling on the ground, restrained.
Several people around him showed no signs of life.
The man also wore a thin layer of gloves on his hands, as if he was afraid of touching the other person.
"Wait, wait a minute."
Yu Yan ran over in a hurry, his breath unsteady.
He quickly stopped the man.
Mou Ze'an, who was being strangled, raised his dark eyebrows, his eyes brightened with surprise and joy.
"Yu Yan, you're here."
The full peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.
Was she here to save him, he knew no one could escape his charm.
Even a woman like Yu Yan would be reluctant to let him be killed.
Yu Jing's cold and handsome face darkened a bit.
The image in my mind was like a double image.
Is she distressed?
A gloomy and violent emotion surged up, almost draining away his reason.
The actions of his men became more and more merciless, and they could barely breathe for a certain Zean.
