The supreme master of the female president

Just when the few people were stunned, a figure whose speed was too fast to see clearly rushed out from the Maybach, and the sharp knife in his hand reflected the cold light.

The speed of this figure was really too fast. Before everyone could react, a chill accompanied by pain came from the neck, and immediately the blood flowed out unstoppably.

"Shh!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

The pupils of the people following the severed fingers dilated infinitely. They tightly covered their necks with their hands, and opened their mouths to say something, but they couldn't make the slightest scream, and finally fell limply on the ground, dying. At the moment before, his eyes were full of puzzlement and fear.

For a moment, the pungent and strong smell of blood diffused in the air.

Seeing his brothers, all of them fell to the ground and died, the severed finger was so frightened that he lost his soul in an instant, his body shook in shock, and he even forgot the severe pain in his wrist.

The severed finger raised his head tremblingly, staring at the decisive and vicious black figure in front of him, he asked timidly, "Who are you?"

However, this black-robed figure exuding a murderous aura did not answer the question of the severed finger at all, but walked towards him step by step with a long knife dripping with blood.

"No, I don't want to die, let me go." The severed finger was terrified, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, crying and begging for mercy.

However, the black image is an emotionless Deadpool, standing in front of the severed finger, waving the sharp long knife in his hand.

The severed finger was in despair, he never thought that there would be such a fierce and ruthless person beside Yuan Zheng, but now there was no room for regret.

"Wait a minute first." Just as the black shadow was about to kill the severed finger, the middle-aged man sitting in the car came out. He had a very calm Chinese character face and exuded a strong aura. At first glance, it looks like the kind of big man who has been in the mall for a long time.

The figure in the black robe put away the sharp long knife in his hand, and retreated to Yuan Zheng's side without saying a word.

Yuan Zheng looked down at the severed finger, smiled calmly on his old face, and asked, "Brother, it seems that we have never met before, who ordered you to arrest me?"

"If I tell you, can you let me go?" Broken Finger was drenched in cold sweat, trembling intermittently even when he spoke. In front of the devil, it is simply a big joke.

"This, of course it is possible." Yuan Zheng smiled lightly, but the smile that appeared on the corner of his mouth carried a tinge of chill.

Broken Finger didn't notice the coldness at the corner of Yuan Zheng's mouth, swallowed in fear, and said, "It's a monkey from Ningjiang City, and there is another one named Mr. Yang."

"Mr. Yang?" Hearing this name, Yuan Zheng narrowed his eyes, as if he had guessed something.

"Okay, thank you for your answer, you can die now." Yuan Zheng sneered grimly, and winked at the shadow beside him.

"No, you promised me that you would let me go. Are you playing tricks on me?!" Severed Finger roared hysterically, but Yuan Zheng just smiled sinisterly. The knife swung to his neck.

The hope of survival that had been ignited with great difficulty by the severed finger was completely annihilated at this moment, and he closed his eyes in despair, accepting the coming of death.

Just when Broken Finger thought that he was going to die, he suddenly heard a loud metal bang, and then a scream came into his ears.

Startled by the severed finger, he opened his eyes in astonishment, and found that the figure who wanted to kill him was stepped on the ground like an ant by a man in a suit in front of him.

"Mr. Yang Yang?" Seeing Yang Yitian's familiar side face, severed finger and neck flushed, and every pore on his body shrinking violently, he couldn't believe that Yang Yitian would appear in the coastal provincial capital.

Yang Yitian ignored the excited severed fingers, his sharp eyes stared at the figure stepping on his feet, and immediately raised his legs and kicked his mouth forcefully, smashing his jaw and teeth.

The figure of "Death God" being trampled by Yang Yitian showed no anger or resentment, only fear and timidity. He wanted to kill himself by biting the fangs in his mouth, but found that his jaw was broken and he couldn't chew at all.

Yang Yitian was expressionless. He picked up a fang mixed with blood, crushed it vigorously, and then broke the hands and feet of this member of the Dark Temple, and walked towards Yuan Zheng not far away.

"What do you want to do, don't come here." Yuan Zheng's calm face was filled with uneasiness. He wanted to turn around and run away, but Yang Yitian rushed forward, pinched the back of his head and smashed it to the ground. .

"boom!"

The moment he hit the ground, Yuan Zhengtian faintly felt that his head was split open, blood gushed out desperately, and screamed.

But it wasn't over yet, Yang Yitian pressed him to the ground, fisted his hands into steel fists, and kept hitting him on the head, the sound of bone cracking made everyone's scalp tingle.

After dozens of punches, Yang Yi finally stopped, carrying Yuan Zheng who was half unconscious with one hand, and members of the Dark Temple with broken hands and feet, and threw them into the white Maserati.

"You stay and clean up the scene, and I will talk to you about the rest when I return to Ningjiang City." Yang Yitian's dark pupils looked at the severed finger with a dull expression.

"Okay" Duan Zhi nodded hastily, he felt that he was used by Yang Yitian, but he didn't have a trace of resentment, instead he was lucky to survive.

Yang Yitian got into the main driver, turned around and drove away, heading for the deserted pass.

At the foot of the mountain tens of kilometers away from the coastal provincial capital, the jungle is extremely lush, and it is quiet and dark. No one will come here on weekdays.

Yang Yitian parked the car, dragged Yuan Zheng, who was bleeding head and blood, and the members of the Dark Temple, and threw them on the gravel-covered grass.

"Where is the headquarters of the Dark Temple?" Yang Yitian's eyes were cold. He didn't take care of Yuan Zheng so quickly, but interrogated the members of the Dark Temple.

"Reaper, you kill me, I won't say it." The member of the Dark Temple closed his eyes without fear. If Yang Yitian hadn't appeared so suddenly before, he didn't have time to react, so he directly He committed suicide by biting the fangs in his mouth.

Yang Yitian's pupils are dark, and the headquarters of the Dark Temple has always been a mystery in the world, because every member, including the high-level, will have a fang in his mouth. Immediately bite through and commit suicide to prevent the interrogation from being overwhelmed and to reveal important news.

Therefore, Yang Yicai used the severed finger in order to divert his attention and draw out the members of the Dark Temple lurking beside Yuan Zheng, so that he could look for opportunities in the dark, and make a fatal blow with a sharp burst. It has no chance of suicide.