The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, reached out and took out a dagger from his trouser pocket.

"Mr. Ye, see it clearly. This is the weapon to end your beautiful life. It was imported from abroad. Doesn't it save your face?"

Ye Zhibing glanced at the dagger in the middle-aged man's hand, and it was indeed a powerful weapon with a cold light and excellent workmanship.

So Ye Zhibing laughed and said, "It's a pretty good weapon. However, no matter how good a weapon is, if it's not used by the right people, it's no different from a fire stick."

The middle-aged man was not angry, he stabbed the dagger hard at the table beside him, and immediately penetrated the thick table top.

Ye Zhibing understood that the middle-aged man was showing him his proficiency in using this weapon and his strength.

It's not bad, Ye Zhibing praised the middle-aged man in a down-to-earth manner: "Yes, you are a very suitable person to use this weapon."

The middle-aged man laughed, pulled out his dagger, and said with a smile, "Mr. Ye, you have a good eye. But it's getting late, and it's time to go on the road."

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man made a move, and saw a silver light from the dagger, piercing Ye Zhibing's chest.

With a quick flash, Ye Zhibing dodged the middle-aged man's assassination, and said with a smile, "Sorry, you missed."

The middle-aged man was furious, and immediately swung his dagger at Ye Zhibing, as if he wanted to pierce Ye Zhibing.

Ye Zhibing's figure was light, and he dodged away in a flash.

The middle-aged man's dagger stabbed in the air, and he immediately stopped, planning his next attack.

He was very patient and did not panic because of two failed assassinations.

He collected himself, reconfirmed the position where Ye Zhibing might dodge, and stabbed out.

Ye Zhibing dodged again, and retreated behind him, only retreating to the door, dodging another attack from the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was a little panicked when he realized that he had been stabbed repeatedly.

It wasn't that he wasn't calm, but that he had been easily dodged by the opponent after many fatal blows, which made him unable to see clearly what kind of strength Ye Zhibing had?

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man put all his eggs in one basket and accelerated his attack speed. In a very short time, the middle-aged man stabbed three times in a row.

This is already the middle-aged man showing the highest strength in his life. If he fails again, he will have to admit that he cannot kill the opponent.

But to his disappointment, after he finished stabbing three times, the young man opposite was still standing in front of him, smiling slightly.

The middle-aged man frowned, he didn't know well, the question now is whether he can get out of here today.

Thinking about it this way, the middle-aged man lost even more confidence, but in order to save the situation, the middle-aged man continued to stab a few times.

Ye Zhibing had already yielded a few moves, and seeing clearly the reality of the middle-aged man, he stopped yielding, it was time for him to make a move.

With a deft dodge, he dodged the middle-aged man's attack, then moved sideways, and approached the middle-aged man.

At this distance, middle-aged people have no chance.

Ye Zhibing reached out and grabbed the right wrist of the middle-aged man holding the dagger, and when he broke it hard, he heard a crisp sound, and Ye Zhibing broke the middle-aged man's wrist.

The middle-aged man screamed, threw the dagger, and clasped his left hand with his left hand, screaming for pain.

The middle-aged man felt that the world was destroyed, and it hurt so much that tears came out.

Ye Zhibing didn't give the middle-aged man much time to adjust, he reached out and grabbed his neck, and lifted him up against the wall.

The middle-aged man felt that he was about to suffocate. He kicked his feet wildly and stretched out his left hand to break Ye Zhibing's wrist so that he could breathe.

But how strong Ye Zhibing is, how can he match Ye Zhibing's strength, he can only lose his breath more and more.

Ye Zhibing deliberately controlled it, not too tight and not too loose, so that the middle-aged man could catch his breath.

"A knife is a good knife, but you are not worthy to use it."

At this moment, the middle-aged man knew that the gap between himself and Ye Zhibing was a world of difference.

"You, you are just a fluke."

"A fluke?" Ye Zhibing frowned, "Then it seems that I have to let you suffer again?"

The middle-aged man knew that he was wrong. Didn't this anger the other party and make him beat himself up violently? Maybe his life would be gone. "I can't beat you."

"You know you can't beat me?"

"Understood, brother, let it go, let me down, we can talk."

Ye Zhibing sneered, "Tell me, you wanted to kill me just now. If I don't kill you, am I worthy of myself?"

The middle-aged man was frightened and begged for mercy: "Brother, I was also ordered by others, so I have to do it."

Ye Zhibing said coldly: "I have to do it? You mean you did nothing wrong?"

The middle-aged man was about to cry, "Brother, I was wrong, I admit it, I shouldn't, I shouldn't want to kill you."

"Hmph, well, if you tell the truth, I'll let you go."

The middle-aged man was overjoyed, "Brother, if you have anything to ask, please ask."

"Who ordered you?"

"This this……"

"Don't say it?"

Ye Zhibing's hand increased slightly, and the middle-aged man was almost out of breath.

"I... I said."

The middle-aged man was willing to confess for his own survival.

Ye Zhibing smiled, "Then you can tell, but I warn you, if you try to fool me, you will die."

"Yes, brother, I'm telling the truth...the truth."

Ye Zhibing laughed, and let go of his hand slightly, allowing the middle-aged man to breathe smoothly.

The middle-aged man took the opportunity to take a quick breath.

"Yes... the Wild Wolf Organization asked me to come, because I happened to be in the East China Sea, so I was sent to kill you."

The middle-aged man said an unfamiliar name, Night Wolf Organization.

Ye Zhibing sneered, "Night Wolf Organization? You didn't just make it up, did you?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "What I said is true, you can ask the brothers on the road."

Ye Zhibing smiled heartily, "Okay, I trust you once."

The middle-aged man felt relieved, he could finally survive.

He asked in a low voice: "Brother, can you let me go?"

"Well, I'll let you go, you're just a pawn, there's no point in killing you."

Ye Zhibing said calmly, putting down the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man let out a long sigh of relief, and touched his right wrist with his left hand. It still hurts, so he has to go to the hospital immediately, or his hand will be useless.

He asked Ye Zhibing softly: "Brother, can I go?"

Ye Zhibing said coldly, "Wait."

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Ye Zhibing is going to change his mind and not let him go?

"Didn't you say you let me go?"

Ye Zhibing didn't speak, and stretched out his hand to clamp the middle-aged man's neck, and took out his wallet from the middle-aged man's pocket with the other hand.

Then Ye Zhibing let go of the middle-aged man and looked through the contents of his wallet.

"Zhan Guifu, No. 50, Changfeng Avenue, Wusong County. Oh, and your family portrait, you have a son, very cute."

Listening to Ye Zhibing's words, sweat broke out on Zhan Guifu's forehead, revealing all his past!