I was supposed to be Hokage, but I went to slay the dragon

With a "whoosh" sound, Han Qingcheng glanced at the anesthetic bullet needle in his hand.

The rate of fire of this kind of anesthesia gun is very low. With the two sides separated by tens of meters, based on his dynamic vision and nerve reaction speed, it is actually not much different from a toy gun.

Han Qingcheng flicked his arm, and with the guard's ghostly expression, the anesthesia needle was inserted into his neck.

Pulling out a mobile phone from the pocket of the guard under him, Han Qingcheng pressed a series of numbers.

Following the sound of footsteps, three figures appeared from the corner of the stairs.

"The master is finally willing to entertain guests."

Throwing the dialed phone on the ground, Han Qingcheng looked at the three of them and said with a smile.

"Young man is really amazing. He is immune to anesthetics and can kill all my men so quickly. As expected of someone trained by the Secret Party, he is amazing."

The one who spoke was the middle-aged man wearing a crow mask who had a friendly meeting with him in the basement before.

Behind him was a sturdy old man with white hair, wearing the same mask as him.It's just that the old man's mask depicts a dark blue thunder, which perfectly matches his tiger-like physique.

The last one was the cold-looking man in a sweatshirt.

"Excuse me. The quality of your guards is still low. We need to increase the intensity of training."

Han Qingcheng looked at the crow mask with a smile, rubbed his hands, and his tone was full of humility and politeness.If there were no "corpse" in this place, it would look like a host-guest relationship.

"Such a big villa costs a lot of money, right? Do you want to buy it or rent it?"

Han Qingcheng, who had been busy since he got out of the elevator, finally had time to look at the surrounding environment. Judging from the interior structure and decoration, it should be a villa with a basement.

"Kids, don't waste time, let's fight quickly."

The person who answered this time was the old man in the thunder mask. His voice was loud and thick, and he had an aura of calmness and authority.

Before the old man finished speaking, the man in the beige sweatshirt who had been monitoring them in the ancient town turned over and jumped down the stairs.

"The old man is so impatient, can't you give me a break? Compared to our principal, your demeanor is much worse."

Han Qingcheng joked while dodging the sweatshirt man's jab twice.

This man in a sweatshirt is obviously the leader of this gang of gangsters, and his skills are much better than the previous ones at 01:30.Especially the pair of golden eyes, which are shining brightly, and the bloodline is not comparable to that of the two foreigners before.

The man in the sweatshirt had no intention of using the spirit spirit, but simply fought him with fists and kicks.

Judging from the traces of his body skills, it smells a bit like Baguazhang.

Once again, he blocked the opponent's blow with his cross arm, and felt a burning pain in his arm.Han Qingcheng, who was slightly distracted, quickly leaned forward and dodged the opponent's blow towards his throat.With just such a dodge, Zhongmen was exposed, and the man in the sweatshirt kicked him in the chest.

Han Qingcheng quickly retreated and pulled away.

He glanced at the scratched sleeve on his left arm and casually wiped away the blood on it.

"Brother, you have no martial ethics. You agreed to fight with bare hands, but you brought weapons."

Looking at the two short daggers as thin as cicada wings that popped out of the opponent's sleeves, Han Qingcheng taunted him in a weird way.

It's just that the man in the sweatshirt didn't have many harsh words. He didn't respond to Han Qingcheng's taunts at all. He moved his feet and pounced on him like an agile cheetah.

A faint feeling of numbness suddenly came from the wound on his left arm, and Han Qingcheng raised his eyebrows.

Why do you like to use anesthesia so much? The gun is an anesthetic gun, and the blade is also coated with anesthetic. If these people see the Frigga bullets obtained by the equipment department, it will be the same as seeing a treasure.

However, his immortal body has built-in recovery buffs and high debuff antibodies, so this level of anesthetic has no effect on him.

The figures of the two people intertwined with each other in the living room, and they passed another ten moves in a blink of an eye.

"Chen Feng, kill him quickly, don't waste time."

Just when the two were evenly matched and fighting fiercely, the old man wearing the thunder mask suddenly spoke, his tone full of impatience.Under his feet was a trampled and broken mobile phone, which Han Qingcheng had picked up from the guard earlier.The old man had discovered this mobile phone that was in a call state before. He knew that Han Qingcheng had already sent a rescue signal to the outside world.

However, the old man didn't intend to end it personally. In his opinion, as long as Chen Feng got serious, killing this kid would be just a blink of an eye.

"Yes!"

The man in the sweatshirt who was bending down to gather strength and was about to sprint immediately stopped his movements after hearing the instructions.

"Ok?"

The grand dragon text sounded, and a flash of surprise suddenly flashed in Han Qingcheng's eyes.

The man in the sweatshirt suddenly rushed towards him at a speed that was much faster than before. He was as fast as a bolt of lightning. He covered a distance of more than ten meters in an instant and appeared in front of Han Qingcheng as if teleporting.

A cold arc of light cut through the sky and flashed between Han Qingcheng's neck.

The man in the sweatshirt, who originally had a cold smile on his lips, suddenly turned pale.

No, my sword failed!

Huge panic seemed as if a big hand suddenly grasped his heart. At that moment, the breath of death completely enveloped him.As a thug who licks blood at the tip of a knife, he has not tasted fear for many years since he awakened his abilities.

The man in a sweatshirt named Chen Feng always maintained a posture of leaning forward and wielding a knife with his right hand. His stiff body suddenly started to tremble slightly.A broken piece of wood was stuck in his throat, and blood flowed into it.

It was a bench leg that had been broken in their previous fight.

Just such an inconspicuous piece of wood took away his life.

"It turned out to be Setsuna. Divine speed speech spirits are very rare. However, your bloodline is still a bit poor. You can only increase between the first and second levels. Even if it is 4 times the speed, it is still very slow in my eyes. .”

At this time, Han Qingcheng happened to be standing less than two meters in front of the man in the sweatshirt. This distance allowed him to dodge the opponent's fatal throat-cutting knife, and at the same time, it was just enough for him to poke the small wooden stick into the opponent's cheek. in the throat.

The moment the man in the sweatshirt started, he carried huge inertia at top speed. Han Qingcheng didn't use any force at all. The opponent almost hit the wood stubble by himself, and his neck was hit hard.

Han Qingcheng gently touched the sweatshirt man's head, and the body that had lost all its life fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry, after all, it's Kotorei Setsuna, so he can still cause some trouble to me. In order to be able to concentrate on dealing with you two, I can only grit my teeth and kill him."

Han Qingcheng clapped his hands together as if to brush off the dust.

"By the way, can you two take off the masks on your faces? We in China have always said that we should treat others with sincerity."