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This knife had already been stained with a lot of blood, but it still looked new from the outside. This was also the wonder of this knife.

The blade had an extremely long history in the China, and he had intentionally spent a large amount of money to request for a knife craftsman who was over three years old to personally forge it.

On the day the knife was formed, he killed the old man in passing. Therefore, this blade was considered one of a kind.

He was an assassin, but he was also one who had his own determination.

He only killed on rainy nights, and the more rain fell, the more excited he became.

So his colleague gave him a "Rain Night Slayer".

The title.

Very good. He really liked this title.

Tonight, he would once again take action, and this time, the target was the Infernal King.

As he played with the mountain knife in his hands, he thought that this might be the first time he would ever make an exception.

Because he read the weather forecast and said it wouldn't rain tonight.

"Infernal King, you are the first man worthy of me making an exception for you. Even if you die by my hands, you should feel lucky."

Jie Ke said coldly.

"Ding dong!"

Someone knocked on the door, and Jie Ke quickly hid the two mountain knife behind him. Then, he carefully walked over, and anxiously looked through the peephole.

Outside the door, a tall man was eating French fries in big mouthfuls. He was eating so much that residue constantly fell onto his clothes.

He looked to be in his twenties, yet he was acting so childishly. Could it be that he was retarded?

Opening the door, Jie Ke casually threw out a bag of snacks and said in disgust: "Hurry up and leave this place."

The big guy caught Ru Yu and put her in his pocket. He thanked her and then put all of the leftover snacks into his hands. Then, he raised his head and swallowed it all in one go, saying indistinctly, "Big sis said you're a bad person, so I came to kill you."

After saying that, the big sized guy suddenly kicked out, catching Jie Ke off guard, and forced him to take a few steps back, knocking him over the tea table along the way, and then falling onto the floor to flip over three times, finally hitting his head against the wall behind him.

There was a thud, as if the room was shaking.

"Cough, cough …" This little brat has such heavy brute strength! "

Jie Ke held onto his chest that was rolling with blood and energy, he suddenly coughed a few times, and his face flushed red as though he had been injected with blood.

The big size man clearly did not give Jie Ke much time to think, he was like a leopard and pounced towards Jie Ke, his speed was extremely fast.

Jie Ke endured the intense pain on his body, struggling to stand up, his two hands holding onto a mountain knife s, he cut towards the big size man who was rushing over.

The big bloke's figure that was charging over came to a sudden halt. His posture was very strange, as if he had suddenly pressed the 'pause' button in the middle of a movie, without any inertia.

The forked shape crossed a few inches in front of the big man's face, and a few strands of short hair fell from the big man's body.

"SHIFT!"

Jie Ke could not help but blurt out. Could it be that this brat was a monster?

His body was so nimble that it was outrageous. Even when moving at such a fast speed, he actually didn't even have the slightest inertia.

A little further, as long as this big guy was moving forward a little bit, he would have turned into a cold corpse.

Suddenly, Jie Ke felt a sharp pain in his stomach, which broke his reverie, and the big size man kicked his stomach.

Jie Ke's body heavily collided against the wall once again, and his head was forced back from the force of the kick.

The room shook twice more.

The two consecutive blows had caused his brain to become chaotic, and his vision to become blurry.

A sweetness bubbled up in Jie Ke's throat as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Feeling a strong sense of danger in his heart, Jie Ke bit his tongue hard to clear his mind. Waving the mountain knife in his hand, he slashed at the big size man in front of him.

This mountain knife was as hard as mud, as long as it could cut that big guy, it would put him to death.

However, although the big bloke's body was huge, he was extremely sensitive, and would only dodge when the mountain knife was about to hit him.

His control over his own body had reached an unimaginable level.

After continuously hacking and slashing, Jie Ke gradually grew tired, but he did not dare stop, because he knew that as long as he stopped, it would be his funeral.

The big sized guy dozed off, as though he hated this battle. He suddenly took a step forward, and his feet lightly spun on the ground, then strangely appeared behind Jie Ke.

Jie Ke felt that the big size man in front of him had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The big sized guy on the other hand, was struck right on Jie Ke's head before he could even spin his body around.

Jie Ke snorted, his body slanted to the side for a moment.

The mountain knife in his hands fell to the ground.

Picking up the two mountain knife s, he pushed the tip of the blade to Jie Ke's heart. The big size man took out the bag of snacks that Jie Ke had given him earlier and ripped it open, then walked over as he ate.

After that, Yu Ye killed Mo Jie Ke and disappeared completely. Before he died, he didn't even know who killed him.

In other words, he didn't even have time to ask who it was.

At the same time, in another room, an old man fell to the ground and twitched twice before dying.

"This is really an old poison, to actually poison the air in my room." Fortunately, I'm wearing a gas mask, or else I really would have fallen into your trap. "

A hot lady wearing a gas mask and red tights glanced at the corpse on the ground and walked away.

At this point, Poison Master Charlie also followed closely behind Jie Ke.

While these killers were planning on how to strangle the Demon King, a different kind of massacre gradually stretched its Demon Claw towards them.

The weather was not bad, after the people of Angry Dragon Mercenaries passed the afternoon talking and laughing, under Du Chunfeng's order, several cars drove away, one after the other, to the dilapidated building at the outskirts of the city.

It was already five years in the afternoon, and the sun wasn't as bright anymore.

Du Chunfeng pointed to the dilapidated building and said, "This is our battle arena for tonight. Our only advantage is that we are more familiar with this arena than those foreign assassins. Now everyone should go around to familiarize yourself with the surroundings, but you must be careful and be safe, who knows where those assassins will ambush. "

Everyone heard him and scattered to familiarize themselves with the terrain.

Fang Yishan brought a small group of people and seemed to have waited here for a long time. When he saw Du Chunfeng, he immediately walked over.

"I've already heard about your matters from the young lady. Although I don't know who you are for you to cause such a big trouble, but you've saved me before, now is the time for me to repay the gratitude."

Du Chunfeng said as he waved his hand, "You are the person phenanthrene has the most trust in so far, she has to rely on you for help in many ways. Furthermore, this flow of muddy water is really too deep, even if it's for the sake of the little girl phenanthrene, you can't take this risk."

Fang Yishan lowered his voice: "Actually, this was also young miss's idea. She was afraid that if he told you directly that he would send me to help you in Leng Family, he would be afraid that you would reject it, so he directly told me to just wait here. "

A trace of gentleness appeared in Du Chunfeng's eyes. This little girl always had one side to her that persisted.

Fang Yishan extended a hand and swept it across the group of people behind him. "These people aren't as bad as you think.

Du Chunfeng looked up. There were a total of nine people standing in a row, they did not say a word, their eyes were as cold as the snow, mixed with a sense of indifference to life.

This was a gaze that required blood and life to be poured into.