He glanced at the corner of his eyes, then shook his head, and followed the stairs to the second floor.

If the few people just now were not enough for him to warm up, and seeing more than a dozen bodyguards fed around the second floor, his combat cells had already begun to be excited.

His body cut out the shadow of an arrow, and his iron-like fist pounced into the chest of the man in front!

Ye Chenghuan didn't give them any shocking time. He slashed a man's shoulder with a hand knife, slashed a three-inch gap, and rolled plasma scattered wildly!

He grabbed two people and threw them up. The two of them hit the ceiling heavily, and then brought a large piece of cement and wall ash, and fell to the ground like a broken sack.

Just after struggling a few times, Ye Chenghuan got rid of it one by one.

When the rest of the people woke up and wanted to fight back, they realized that Ye Cheng was so happy that he was like a movie, unable to touch or catch him.

Ye Chenghuan's steps seem to be complicated, but each landing point is extremely accurate, as if it has been carefully calculated.

Every pause of the pace is a unique bloody massacre.

People, such things, have become toys of wanton destruction in front of him.

The life science of human body structure was completely ignored by his inhumane killing methods.

In the small space, the wind and waves, blood mists, and the cry of despair are even cheaper than horror movies!

The smell of blood that was even more viscous than ink was disgusting when it smelled a few miles away, but Ye Chenghuan finally felt a little happy.

He even thanked the bastard named Long Biao for giving him the opportunity to test his skills and release his impulses.

All the people who shouldn't die are dead, and the people who should be killed are still in the bedroom on the third floor.

Metal bulletproof doors and windows turn there into an indestructible protective room. Of course, the good sound insulation also makes people in the house unable to see the sound outside.

Ye Chenghuan stood in front of the metal doors of several layers of plywood, compared his fists, then raised his foot and moved his lower leg joints, and flew out quietly.

In the silence, only Peng's voice was heard dull.

The metal door sank in, and the connection between the iron bolts and rivets of the door frame was torn apart. The entire door was connected with countless debris and smoke and dust, and it fell down with a bang.

Bang!

A passionate drama is being staged on the wide couch!

Hearing a loud bang, the man suddenly turned around, his face dark and shiny, with a deep scar engraved from his eyebrows to the corner of his mouth, and it seemed indescribably hideous and terrifying as the facial muscles twitched.

Then I saw a man walking out of the smoke, with an ordinary round-neck shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a handsome face with a little disgust and disdain.

He patted the dust on his shoulder, sat down quietly, looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Your name is Long Biao?"

The woman on the bed seemed to smell some murderous aura, and suddenly screamed and rolled down from the bed, huddled in the corner of the wall, and didn't even dare to raise her head. She shouted timidly: "Don't kill me, do you want money or want me, I'll give it to you..."

Ye Chenghuan frowned, threw the woman's clothes to her, and said coldly: "It's not your business, get out of the way when I put on my clothes!"

The woman had no time to put on her clothes, but just put it on her body, and ran away in a hurry.

The man licked his pale lips and said in surprise: "You...how did you come in? Lei Zi! San'er!"

"Stop wasting your throat, they can never answer you."

"Who are you?" Long Biao's voice became hoarse due to fear. He didn't believe that this man could kill so many bodyguards, and he was so calm after killing so many people. He was as calm as if he was visiting his neighbors. He had no reason not to be afraid.

"It doesn't matter who I am..." Ye Chenghuan picked up the girl's photo and put it in front of him: "What's important is, who is she?"

Long Biao nodded and soon shook his head again, "No, I...I don't know her. You recognized the wrong person. I am not Long Biao!"

While talking, he rubbed towards the corner of the bed and slowly reached under the pillow with his hand...

"Aren't you?" Ye Chenghuan sneered: "The dignified brother Beitang dares to do it but not behave. How do you Qinghong Gang's boss train you in the usual way?"

Long Biao's hand buried under the pillow finally touched the gun. He immediately calmed down. The corner of his mouth twitched and said with a smile: "Haha, so what about me being Long Biao? I know that girl too. Who are you? You can't just want to avenge her."

"I have nothing to do with her, I have only eight words: I will help you when I see injustice."

"Huo! A hero from Liangshan appeared in this year." His eyes stared at the other party without blinking for a moment, and his aura was quietly condensed: "No matter who you are, since you know that I am in Mansion No. 1 today, it means that you already know me very well. What is the Qinghong Gang doing and what role I am, you must be very clear. If you don't say secret words, I, Long Biao, is a villain. I have never thought of a good ending since I embarked on this road. But over the years, there have been more and more brothers who support me, and the territory is getting bigger and bigger. I can't live until now without any means. Do you think I am so easy to kill? That's wrong. In addition to the bodyguards in the mansion, I have also arranged many brothers on the periphery, and I will call to ask about the situation here every hour. Unfortunately, time is almost here. Even if you can kill me, you can't get out of the mansion door!"

Ye Chenghuan said with a wicked corner of his mouth: "Are you threatening me?"

"That's right!" Long Biao glared at his eyes and shone with shiny lights. "What's the threat? I've killed more people since my debut. Today I don't care about killing you one more."

Ye Chenghuan frowned: "What do you want to say? Give you time to finish your words before you die."

Long Biao stretched out three fingers and said with a swaying vigor: "I, Long Biao, are three things that are mixed up: brothers, money, and women. Brothers are the first among them. You have two tricks. To be honest, I like you. If you are willing to follow me, the account of killing my bodyguard will be written off today. I will give you a deputy hall master. Isn't a man living in the world just for money and women? I will give you the money that I can't spend in my life, and give you the best woman in the whole dragon. As long as you are loyal, from now on, we brothers join hands and build a world of flowers!"

Ye Chenghuan shook his head: "You are wrong. A man needs something besides money and women..."

"What?"

"Morality!"

Long Biao changed his face and laughed loudly: "What kind of fucking morality is just to coax children to play with. Whoever has money in this world, whoever has guns, whoever has a fucking morality, otherwise nothing is wrong!"

"It's almost time, you're done with it." Ye Chenghuan didn't have such a good temper and listened to his nonsense. He leaned out his body and said word by word: "Tell me, how do you want to die!"

Long Biao was stunned, and he blew up to the sky, and suddenly pulled the pistol from under the pillow, aimed the cold gun at the other party, and said arrogantly: "Hmph, who the hell do you think you are? I will show you a clear path and you will have to eat a gun to feel comfortable, right? Let's see who died first! Before that dead girl took revenge, I shot you first. That's right, I know her, not only know her, but I often fucked her in the past. Tsk tsk, that girl is only eighteen years old, she is so fucking me. Unfortunately, she took too many drugs later and became skinny and bones. It's boring.

I sent her to be a secret prostitute and made a lot of money for me. By the way, I recently fell in love with her sister. The girl looks more beautiful than her sister. She has studied abroad and is a white-collar worker in the company. Damn, I want to taste what the urban white-collar worker women tastes and what the brand-name college students feels like. When I get tired of playing with her, I will send her to be a secret prostitute and make a lot of money for me. Hahahaha... It must be that bitch who asked you to kill me. How can you do this now? I have been on the road since I was fourteen years old, and I can kill me..."

Speaking of this, his voice suddenly frozen, as if his tongue was cut off by someone!

What is in the blink of an eye is probably difficult to measure with time.

But the slightest ejaculation of Ye Chenghuan from the sofa to the front of him was a blink of an eye.

Ye Chenghuan did nothing, just smeared his face with his hands, and the words on Long Biao's face were completely erased!

His mouth was gone, not only his mouth, but his nose and eyes were gone. To be precise, his entire face and the annoying scar disappeared.

Only a bare and white bone plane is left!

Sooner or later, they will pay it back. Some will pay it back, and some will pay it back, but what Long Biao will pay back is the "face" that people in the Tao cannot lose!

The police sirens outside the No. 1 Mansion of Kowloon Tong Villa were illuminated by flashing police lights half of the sky. He was wearing a small brown leather jacket, blue tight jeans, and a capable Wu Xiao got out of the car without saying a word, and quickly walked through the long cordon and came to the front of the mansion.

When he saw the large pool of minced meat in front of the door, he couldn't help but frown, and his eyes turned white and vomited on the wall, "Have you finished vomiting?"

The policeman came over with a bitter face and briefly reported the situation. The incident occurred about an hour ago. After on-site investigation, twenty-five people died, all of whom were male, and their deaths were basically similar. Judging from the blood on the gate and the body of the deceased, this person should have been cut by the iron gate and died. In other words, some kind of force squeezed him from the side of the iron gate, but no other tools of crime were found at the scene...

Wu Xiao frowned without saying a word, squatted down, picked up a piece of corpse to check carefully, and then placed it under his nose to smell it. The body was torn, not like a sharp tool cut.

Seeing the director's actions, the police officers behind him couldn't help but complain.

The owner of Mansion No. 1 is named Long Biao, male, 34 years old, with a gangster background. According to common sense, this kind of person should offend many enemies.

The tragic situation in the villa was even more outrageous. Wu Xiao stepped on the uncondensed plasma and went straight to the bedroom on the second floor.

Seeing the situation in the bedroom, she suddenly changed color.

There was no sign of fighting in the bedroom, and there was no trace of blood on the floor!

The other deceased had already checked, but they could not find Long Biao, the owner of the mansion. Moreover, through investigation and search, no trace of Long Biao was found. A man disappeared from the world for no reason.

Wu Xiao walked out of the bedroom solemnly, and she couldn't imagine that anyone in this world could have such a case, except for the devil, could not find a second explanation.

Although the police took confidential measures to protect this strange case, the news soon spread like wildfire and became a topic of discussion among the people of Longdu. However, within a few days, it was replaced by other new topics and things gradually became dull.

That morning, Ye Chenghuan came to the restaurant after washing up and greeted Lin Peishan, who was sitting in the main seat, and said, "Wife, it's so good."

Lin Peishan just nodded, while drinking rice porridge in small sips, while picking up the newspaper this morning. Her face changed after looking at it for a few seconds. Suddenly, she put down the bowls and chopsticks, crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it on the ground, holding her forehead and her chest slumped.

Ye Chenghuan was slightly surprised and thought to himself that what could make my iceberg wife so angry. He picked up the newspaper without saying a word and opened it. A row of eye-catching titles immediately came into view: Lin Peishan, president of Oriental International, married a security guard and directed and acted as a conspiracy theory of 100 billion assets.
Chapter completed!