At this moment, Fu Shaocong felt unprecedented fear.

The first time he dealt with Tang Huan, he just treated this person as a young and frivolous little bastard who must die. He didn't take this guy seriously at all. But what followed was Tang Huan's repeated despicable behavior, including occasionally arguing with Master Fu in public, and then escaped unscrupulously.

Tang Huan's repeated actions made Fu Shaocong hate this young man who stole all his limelight, and was extremely afraid of him.

He has been trying to make Tang Huan disappear from the world and has taken more than once. But every time, he returns in vain.

Either Qi Bai gave up his thoughts or was secretly suppressed by Long Xiang.

Of course, it was more of a solution to Tang Huan's powerful personal ability, which made everything stop.

Tonight, he arranged two young and beautiful women for his godfather. He had only left in the morning and wanted to rest in this idle room for a while to raise his spirits. But as soon as he came in, he was held back, and he was still Tang Huan he hated the most.

How can you not make him frightened, not make him - complicated and terrifying?

Especially the murderous intent that appeared on Tang Huan and the biting eyes that made Fu Shaocong, who had had many special experiences, numb the scalp.

"open--"

Fu Shaocong was speechless and could only seep a little sound from Tang Huan's palm.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Tang Huan even covered his nose. A cold voice sounded from Tang Huan's thin lips: "You have killed me several times, but I haven't even bothered you. It's not that I'm afraid of you, but that I don't want to do it yet."

"Tonight-I'll give you a ride."

Tang Huan covered Fu Shaocong's palms with his mouth and nose and exerted more forcefully, leaving Fu Shaocong without any breathing space. The fingers in the throat were gradually pressurizing.

Fu Shaocong struggled wildly, but Tang Huan completely controlled his limbs and was unable to move.

Gradually, Fu Shaocong felt that his head was deficient in oxygen and his limbs gradually became numb. His pretty eyes were covered with blood due to severe hypoxia.

His struggle became increasingly weak, and his body gradually became heavier.

He knew that he would die here tonight.

He regretted why he didn't take enough actions to completely kill Tang Huan before tonight.

Why was Tang Huan given such a chance?

Why—I died at his hands?

Click.

The throat was crushed by huge force. Fu Shaocong's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he was thrown in the corner by Tang Huan.

Fu Shaocong is dead.

Inexplicably, he became Tang Huan's first flag sacrificer.

On the other hand, although Tang Huan was the second killing he had been a long time later, there was no turmoil in his heart. Even the resolute face was not at all fluctuating. His emotions were as stable as steel and extremely hard.

The leader of the dragon hunter, nicknamed Crazy Dragon, was stained with countless blood in his life. There were hundreds of mercenaries who died in his hands. In this peaceful era, it was not an exaggeration to call him a man to slaughter.

How could it be that ending Fu Shaocong's life with such gentle means shake Tang Huan's mind at all?

Tang Huan continued to crouch, waiting for his precise calculation time point to appear.

While waiting, Tang Huan even adjusted his breathing to the best state, as if he was integrated with nature. Even if someone stood beside him, if his eyesight was not so sharp, it would be difficult to find that there was a killing god waiting for an opportunity in the darkness beside this window!

Four o'clock in the morning.

Time for action!

Within this hour, Tang Huan repeatedly calculated the patrol time of the yard in Siheyuan. Compared to the first time he sneaked into the room, this time he was more relaxed in the yard. Without encountering any obstacles, he entered the room where Mr. Fu was most likely to be resting!

Four o'clock in the morning.

There are people entering and leaving in the other rooms. Only this room has the lights that are not too dazzling. There is no one entering and leaving at all times.

This is the most likely room. And half an hour ago, the rest of the rooms were still brightly lit. Only this room has quietly turned off the lights.

After enjoying it, you will naturally have to rest. Other rooms bear the burden of protecting the courtyard and will naturally not sleep all night.

Tang Huan successfully sneaked in and quietly touched the bed without making any sound.

There was a slight snoring sound in the bed, and more than one person was there.

From the sound, there is a familiar crutch next to the bedside table. Although the room is pitch black, it can be vaguely judged by the contour of the man on the bed that this person is Mr. Fu!

Mr. Fu was sleeping peacefully. His left and right hands hugged a white body. It seemed that he was sleeping with satisfaction.

In an instant, Tang Huan suddenly had murderous intent. Without any hesitation, his right hand, which looked like steel, leaned towards the man on the bed and grabbed the man's throat.

Once hit, the man's throat will be completely shattered! Let him die on the spot!

But at this moment, the man who was breathing evenly by the bed suddenly had an abnormal movement!

Whoosh!

A sharp dagger stabbed out from under the bedding and cut straight into Tang Huan's wrist!

Tang Huan was shocked, shook his wrist, cleverly avoiding the sharp dagger, but then he suddenly captured the man's wrist!

hey-hey!

The two women who were originally sleeping soundly rushed out of the bedding instantly. One left and the other was on the right, and a sharp weapon pierced Tang Huan's abdomen.

The sharp weapon seemed to be two extended steel needles, with palm-sized handles at the end. It looked extremely sharp and had broken hair!

In an instant, Tang Huan took a few steps back and gave up the idea of ​​breaking the man's wrist on the spot.

He knew very well that even if he could crush his wrist, he would be cut by those two sharp weapons. This was an extremely unwise choice. It was not a stupid decision that Tang Huan would do.

Just like playing a game, once you see the residual blood, you can't help but rush forward until you chase it to death. But often, the result of such impulsiveness is that you will be trapped in the enemy formation and will be unable to escape. You may even be killed by counterattack.

Whoosh!

Tang Huan took a few steps back and avoided the fatal offensive of the three. But his heart sank slightly.

He knew that he had fallen into the trap.

This extremely flexible man is definitely not Mr. Fu. Even Mr. Fu is a strong man, but he cannot have such flexible legs!

"Tang Huan, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Pick.

The lights in the room are on and the door is slowly opened.

Mr. Fu, who was wearing a crutch and wearing a windbreaker, walked over and stood at the door of the room.

Behind him were several young men with powerful Kong Wu and extremely sharp eyes. They were all wearing strong suits and were obviously masters, not ordinary thugs.

Tang Huan, who was in trouble, was not at all confused. He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Mr. Fu, and opened his thin lips slightly and said, "Do you think that these despicable killers can save you?"

Mr. Fu shook his head and said in a cold voice: "They are not despicable."

After a brief pause, Mr. Fu then said, "I wonder if you have ever heard of an ancient killer organization in China. It is called the Nei Lin. Those who touch it will die. The three people standing in front of you are the Nei Lin masters I hired for a lot of money. If you don't die, they will never stop."
Chapter completed!