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As soon as the man landed on the ground, he slightly turned his head back and asked with a cold and emotionless voice, as if he had been frozen by ice for ten thousand years.

Although Brother Nan was surprised by the man's appearance, but taking into account that he was not too sure about Wang Xiaoyu's strength, since there was someone willing to scout ahead, he was very willing as well.

Therefore, he forcefully suppressed his burning anger and hatefully said, "Twisting his arms and legs for me, I will teach him how to conduct himself in a moment!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Wang Xiaoyu like he was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, in his mind, the Wang Xiaoyu in his eyes was already a person who was about to die, and he even started to imagine how miserably Wang Xiaoyu would be tortured to death later.

There was nothing that could slow him down more than torturing him to death. When he thought that he could torture Wang Xiaoyu to death later on, a sinister smile involuntarily formed at the corner of his mouth.

As if he felt the Brother Nan's smile, the man slowly turned his head and stared at Wang Xiaoyu with a pair of emotionless eyes.

"Hey, it's embarrassing to look at people like that!"

Wang Xiaoyu knew about their conversation and expressions, but he maintained a smile on his face as he looked at the man opposite him. Although he had been paying attention to this man ever since he entered the door, only now did he sense a trace of danger from his body.

The man was startled, he obviously did not think that Wang Xiaoyu would still be able to maintain his smile under such circumstances. However, this smile was an insult to him, as none of the people he had killed in the past could maintain this kind of smile.

Not only him, even the Brother Nan who was standing on the metal bridge and watching the entire scene was stunned. For some reason, his heart felt an indescribable chill, and he was completely unable to understand Wang Xiaoyu's smile.

Right now, the Brother Nan could absolutely determine that there were two possibilities for Wang Xiaoyu to be able to escape. One was what kind of backing he had, and the other was that he might have a problem with his brain, compared to the first situation, the Brother Nan was more willing to believe that there was a problem with Wang Xiaoyu's brain.

After all, the man who confronted Wang Xiaoyu was a Golden Triangle Mercenary he fished out from an Afghan prison. He was once active in Afghanistan, Vietnam, Laos, and it could be said that there were dozens of people who died in his hands.

Before going to prison, this man had slyly killed off a few high-level Afghan government figures as well as a dozen super rich Vietnamese and Laos businessmen. His fame had made all three of them tremble in fear.

Thinking about that, Brother Nan sneered at the man and roared: "Tai, cripple him in minutes!"

Before Brother Nan even finished speaking, the man called Atai rushed towards Wang Xiaoyu with big strides. His movements was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye he arrived beside Wang Xiaoyu.

Wang Xiaoyu only felt a flash of a shadow, and in the next moment, a sonic boom followed by a gust of wind was heard.

He did not dodge, and almost at the same time that Atai moved, he quickly bent down and grabbed an abandoned steel pipe beside him. This steel pipe had been on his guard ever since he entered the room, probably the same as the broken hand at the door, left behind by the fight between the people from the Western North Street.

"Come at me!"

He shouted loudly as he swung the steel pipe in his hand towards the fist.

"Bam!"

Wang Xiaoyu stopped smiling and coldly sized up Atai, who was pulling away from him. The latter only frowned, and lightly shook his hand, as if that steel pipe from before did not cause any damage to his fist.

"This person is a bit strong!"

Wang Xiaoyu made a preliminary judgment towards A'Tai in his heart, and the expression on his face couldn't help but become more serious. One must know, that steel pipe that he used earlier was much more forceful than the crotch that he had.

"Brat, you're courting death!"

Obviously, Atai who was being looked down upon had suffered for no reason, and after getting hit by the tube, he was extremely angry, he rubbed his steel rod, his eyes turned cold, and angrily rushed towards Wang Xiaoyu.

Seeing Atai rushing towards him, Wang Xiaoyu anxiously retreated. The steel pipe in his hand danced chaotically in the air, with countless steel pipe shadows dancing in front of Ah Tai's eyes, making it difficult for him to get close to Ah Tai.

Wang Xiaoyu's simple and crude way of fighting made Atai feel like he was going crazy. In his career as a mercenary, he had never encountered such an unreasonable way of fighting before.

As a result, his speed could not help but double. A large hand passed through the afterimage of the steel tube and accurately grabbed one end of the steel tube, violently pulling on it.

"F * ck!"

Wang Xiaoyu screamed in his heart, after that he felt a strong force from the steel pipe in his hand, which instantly caused his grip to falter, and the steel pipe left his hand.

Not only that, in the instant that the steel pipe left his hand, a whip kick whizzed over, accompanied by a sharp, cold wind.

"So fast!"

Wang Xiaoyu took a huge gulp of the whale's meat. He did not expect his opponent to be so proficient in kung fu, not only was it fast, accurate and ruthless, every move and every move had a set pattern. It was completely different from the fighting style he used just now.

It could be said that if this kick landed, the person who was kicked would immediately pop out his eyes and die suddenly. Wang Xiaoyu was startled.

Just as his leg was about to land on Wang Xiaoyu, Brother Nan who was watching the battle from the metal bridge shouted, "Tai, don't kill me, I still …"

"AHH!"

Brother Nan had originally wanted to tell A'Tai to not kill Wang Xiaoyu. What a joke, Wang Xiaoyu had been kicked to death by A'Tai, who was he going to send the fire from his previous nest to?

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, he heard a muffled explosion from below, followed by a series of miserable shrieks.

When he looked closely, his eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets.

The moment Atai's fatal whip leg, that was as fast as lightning, touched Wang Xiaoyu, the latter gently raised his hand, but before could do anything else, he saw that Atai seemed to have been struck by lightning, and was sent flying far away. After smashing through a few boxes consecutively, he laid on the ground and wailed incessantly.

No matter if it was speed or killing strength, they were among the best. He had practiced this move countless of times, and also fought with it countless of times in actual combat. He was confident that the Wang Xiaoyu who looked like an ordinary person could not take it.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to kick, his eyes suddenly noticed a light hand standing up, followed by the feeling that his foot had kicked a thick steel plate.