Aren’t villains in novels supposed to beep for a long time before taking action?
Why did this guy just say a word and then kill him?
"You bitch, you don't have martial ethics!"
Qin Chuan cursed angrily.
At the same time, the soles of his feet seemed to be equipped with springs, and they bounced directly to the side, hiding six or seven meters away.
The middle-aged man stabbed the air with a dagger, and the look of shock on his face was clear. He had killed countless targets in an instant with his ghost-like sneak attack, but now he was easily dodged by a young man. This really made it difficult for him. accept.
"Let's see how long you can hide."
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and attacked Qin Chuan again.
He saw his feet suddenly kicking the ground, and his whole body was shot out like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, he was approaching Qin Chuan again. At some point, there was a dagger in the palm of his left hand.
The dagger in his left hand stabbed Qin Chuan's heart, and the dagger in his right hand slid towards Qin Chuan's choked throat. The movements were done in one go, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.
"you are too slow!"
Qin Chuan dodged lightly again.
"hateful!"
After several unsuccessful attempts, the middle-aged man became a little angry and said, "If you have the guts, don't hide like a turtle. Do you dare to confront me directly?"
"A low-level provoking method."
Qin Chuan's face was full of joking, and then he changed the topic and continued: "But this is what I want to do. Keep attacking. I just don't hide this time."
"I hope you keep your word!"
The middle-aged man pounced on him again, like a fierce cat descending from the mountain. The main reason is that the middle-aged man's figure is of a thin type, which is completely inconsistent with the temperament of a tiger.
The two daggers stabbed directly at Qin Chuan's shoulder blades on both sides. Their movements were as fast as lightning, and they were already close in an instant.
"The speed and power are good this time."
Qin Chuan stood still and spoke in a comment-like tone, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood from the middle-aged man.
Contempt!
Chi Shou's contempt!
"court death!"
The middle-aged man was completely angry, and the force on his hand increased a little more, vowing to stab Qin Chuan to the core.
However, when the two daggers were still two or three inches away from Qin Chuan's skin, they stopped suddenly. The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and suddenly found that the blades of the two daggers were pinched by Qin Chuan with both hands and fingers.
"How can this be?"
The middle-aged man's face was full of disbelief.
No one knows better than him how much force was used to stab the dagger just now. Even a special steel plate will be dented by the stabbing. How could anyone stop it with flesh and blood?
"Hi!"
The middle-aged man shouted in a low voice, and used the momentum of his fall to exert force again, trying to pierce the dagger into Qin Chuan's body.
However, no matter how hard he exerted force, the dagger could not advance even an inch. Qin Chuan's fingers were like iron pliers, tightly controlling the blade.
"You've been attacking for so long, it's my turn to counterattack." Qin Chuan said with a smile.
Looking at that sunny smile, the middle-aged man suddenly had a bad feeling.
Sonorous! Sonorous!
A moment later, with the sound of two metals breaking, the two daggers were forcefully broken by Qin Chuan.
Almost at the same time, Qin Chuan kicked the middle-aged man in the abdomen.
Bang!
The middle-aged man felt as if he had been hit by a truck that arrived just in time. A sharp pain came from his abdomen, and he flew backwards.
Uh-huh!
Qin Chuan's body turned into an afterimage, and the late prophet came close to the middle-aged man's speeding body, stabbing out the broken blade of his dagger continuously.
"Um!"
The middle-aged man groaned. He felt that his body was stabbed by broken blades in several places, but he didn't know why. The other party only tasted it briefly and did not stab deeply.
However, the cold and viscous liquid flowing out reminded the middle-aged man that his flesh must have been punctured.
Just when the middle-aged man was puzzled, he felt that his body, which was flying parallel to the ground, was suddenly hit with a heavy vertical blow.
So the middle-aged man's body was like a cannonball hitting the ground directly, and finally hit the ground heavily. He instantly felt as if his whole body was falling apart, and there was extreme pain everywhere.
The dust is flying, as if mocking the middle-aged man's overestimation of his abilities.
"You just died five times."
As a cold and joking voice came, the middle-aged man felt a cold light suddenly appear in front of his eyes, and then two broken blades were completely submerged into the ground on both sides of his head.
It was the dagger that Qin Chuan had broken off before.
As if a middle-aged man had been struck by lightning, he quickly groped around in several parts of his body, and sure enough, he found blood oozing out from his temples, throat, heart, and lower abdomen. Apparently, he was struck by Qin when his body was still in mid-air. The wound caused by Chuan's stabbing.
Combined with the force with which the broken blade penetrated the ground completely, it can be judged that if Qin Chuan had used all his strength in those previous times, he would have indeed died five times.
Compared with the young man in front of him, he was not on the same level at all.
"What kind of terrifying existence did that bastard Guo provoke?"
The middle-aged man instantly greeted the eighteen generations of Guo Zikun's ancestors collectively in his mind.
"What kind of level are you to imitate others in assassination?" Qin Chuan said with a sneer.
Lao Xue closed his eyes tightly, looking like a dead pig that is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water: "I am not as good as others. I am convinced that I have lost. If I want to kill or behead, you can give me a happy life!"
"Why don't you, the villain, play your cards according to the routine? From not beeping hard at the beginning to now kneeling down and begging for mercy without tears, I, the protagonist, don't know what to do with you." Qin Chuan His face was filled with expressions of sadness and anger for his misfortune.
The corner of Lao Xue's mouth twitched violently. As a top killer, his last stubbornness prompted him to abandon his fear and retort: "I know better than anyone the trick of villains dying from talking too much."
"NONONO!"
Qin Chuan shook his finger and corrected him very seriously: "It turns out that the death of the villain has nothing to do with whether he talked a lot or not. The key is to see the strength of the decent."
"..."
That makes so much sense!
Lao Xue was speechless for a moment.
"Well, how about you tell me who sent you here and I'll let you live?"
Qin Chuan suddenly suggested.
Lao Xue shook his head with a firm expression, as if he was a soldier who regarded death as his own.
Qin Chuan touched his chin and said with appreciation: "The rules of the killer world are that you cannot reveal your employer's information. I didn't expect you to strictly abide by it at this time. For this reason, I won't kill you today."
"Really?" Lao Xue's eyes were full of surprise and joy. Who really wants to die if he can continue to live these days?
Qin Chuan nodded first, then changed the subject and said, "Well, I'll pay you to teach someone who wants to kill me a lesson. Doesn't this violate the rules of the world?"
"No violation!"
Lao Xue paused and asked with some uncertainty: "It's just...are you really willing to spend money to hire me?"
Lao Xue found it incredible that Qin Chuan could let him live, and the other party actually planned to reward him. This could not be described as a fantasy!
"That's necessary! You would rather die to abide by the rules of the world. I am an excellent role model and you can't break them. Come on, come on. This is your reward."
Before he finished speaking, Lao Xue saw Qin Chuan struggling to take out a crumpled fifty-cent note from his pocket and hand it over.
