Feeling the evil wind blowing, Gu Bingjin's eyes flashed with chills, and naturally he did not dare to be careless. His eyes turned slightly, and even hadn't even seen the sharp object, he crossed his body and quickly flashed out at some point at the fastest speed.

The clothes were rushing, and for a moment they dodged, the gust of wind seemed to be close to his body and turned forward. A silver arc suddenly shot out. After being approached by the sharp object, the heavy machete in his hand suddenly swung up, blocking his face.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound suddenly came out in his ears, and the silver light and shadow that suddenly shot out was blocked by the Dushi Man. He followed the trend and casually stroked the knife and bounced the small fruit knife out, hitting the wall beside him.

It's so fancy and unimaginable that it's not only the initiator who threw the flying knife, but also the others on the field are extremely surprised. This guy's reaction is so perverted. Such a powerful sneak attack can be blocked so easily. Is this guy still a normal person?

But the guy seemed to be very unfair. Then he gently put his sleeves on his hands and frowned. In his seemingly ordinary face, he was a little puzzled. When the gust of wind was coming, the so-called hidden weapon attack was just a loud thunder and small raindrops.

It sounded quite scary just now, but in fact, Gu Bingjin didn't feel much force when he collided with the machete he was erected. This proves that the guy was throwing randomly and was not a flying sword practitioner at all.

What made him feel most speechless was that this seemingly crisp and powerful collision, and with the interweaving of gold and iron, a small spark of the formation had not even appeared.

Feeling that the crisis had been eliminated, even Gu Bingjin, who was extremely calm, couldn't help but feel a little nervous. If it weren't for years of experience in fighting, even if the flying knife just now could not directly take his life, I'm afraid he would not have had a good time in the end.

Although it seems that the strength is not very strong, it is very accurate. The most important thing is that the thrower of this flying knife has a moving video that can quickly infer the target's running trajectory with the help of a short-term regional range.

This... is what surprised Gu Bingjin the most.

Just after Gu Bingjin was distracted, he slowly walked in from the warehouse gate with an iron kitchen knife in his hand, with a little chill in his eyes, quietly looking at the seemingly honest man in front of him.

Looking at the dozen black-clad men standing on the field, this guy was not afraid at all, and his face was a little cold and sneered. However, whenever he saw his brother's blood-stained wounds, the coldness in his eyes was particularly strong.

The visitor was Jia Hui, who had been hunting for him. After missing several isolation lines, he finally returned to his hometown.

On the way back, after he carefully analyzed it, he realized that this strange offensive was a deliberate conspiracy attack.

Because he saw that there were still no less than ten people wearing black clothes and holding sharp weapons in a few dark spots outside his warehouse. From this, you can tell that these guys were just thinking that they would not leave anyone to escape here.

This also explains why three black-clothed men were sent at that time to pursue themselves with silence.

As a wise man who has always been called the legendary name of Jia Poison, Jia Hui is very sure that he must have been carrying out a cruel and extremely fierce battle in the warehouse. It can also be seen from the formation placed by the black-clothed man that the power of the peerless beast lurking in it is definitely not something he can touch.

However, Jia Hui had made up his mind and still chose to lurk in, because there were brothers who had lived with him for a long time in this warehouse, Tang Dayong, Lu Xin, and Huang Mao... Perhaps this is the only difference between him and his ancestor Jia Dushi...

With the help of the familiar terrain, I successfully crossed their isolation line and climbed in decisively while taking advantage of the hazy moonlight.

...

Looking at the few lurkers in black in front of him, Jia Huiming raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looking like he was sure to win, but his heart was very bitter.

Because although he had a brief thought in advance and knew that there were dangers everywhere, he had never thought that the danger was so great that Jia Hui felt his calves trembling.

Not to mention the few black-clothed men who fell on the ground, just talking about the black-clothed men standing, there were nearly ten people. In addition, there were nearly thirty people on the ground. Is this the rhythm of trying to catch all the people in one place?

Although his face was unruly and disdainful, he had already begun to scan the changes on the field from the corner of his eyes.

Damn, how could there be so many people? Even if I counted in a dark and lit manner just now, it would be impossible for so many more guys!

Faced with the number far beyond his thinking range, Jia Hui once again swears, with a little more dodging in his eyes. For the first time, he began to doubt whether the proverb he believed in "Brothers work together, and their strength will be cut off gold" was accurate.

Damn it's such a fucking trick! The other party still has so many enemies, even if he breaks himself into two, he may not be their opponent.

After thinking about it, Jia Hui's face remained unchanged, and he held his smile. He raised the bright kitchen knife in his hand slightly. He turned his eyes to the powerful man who knew he was full of momentum at a glance. He said with a smile: "Ah, this place is so lively. What are the reasons for more than a dozen guys coming to our humble house?"

It’s not that Gu Bingjin is so tall and mighty, but that the momentum shown by this guy is too grand, and the machete in his hand is also quite unique. Facing the special aura from this, with Jia Hui’s unique and unique vision, he naturally penetrated the identity of this guy at a glance.

Looking at the burly man in front of him, Gu Bingjin, who was standing tall with a broken machete, was still so flat and calm on his face. He exuded a special look in his eyes, and he was looking at Tang Dayong in front of him carefully.

Tang Dayong didn't care much about the vision of the enemy in front of him. His mind was completely tied to Jia Hui who had been dodging. Sweat was rustling on his head, and the blue veins suddenly stopped and suddenly bounced. It can be imagined how much decline there was in his heart.

He really didn't expect that Jia Hui, who was very wise and full of tricks on weekdays, would come back at this barrier now. With his IQ, wouldn't he think of the dangerous situation in the warehouse?

Obviously, according to Tang Dayong's previous understanding of Jia Hui, it is unlikely to blind his eyes to something abnormal! At least, after living with him for so long, he has never seen this guy suffer a loss, and he has never seen how open this guy's heart is. He has dedicated his safety to whom he can take charge!

In other words, this guy has never truly trusted anyone, including himself, just a little trust.

So on weekdays, Tang Dayong can still play with him without any correctness, but if he really encounters something crucial, it is absolutely impossible to say that it is 100% trust, because anything Jia Hui does is just for a group and himself.

Of course, if his own interests do not conflict with his own interests, he will not be willing to plot against himself.

But what he showed now... surprised Tang Dayong. This guy who has always done things only for himself, but actually for himself and his brothers, came to him quickly to fight side by side with him at the risk he might face.

This feeling, this feeling of being recognized by Jia Hui, made Tang Dayong feel deeply painful and itchy...

[Merry Christmas everyone!]
Chapter completed!