Driver of The Beautiful CEO

Liu Yanbo didn't know when there was an extra fruit knife on his right hand.

The knife was three inches long and shone with cold light.

This ordinary fruit knife can be seen everywhere in daily life. At this moment, it seems to be injected with vitality, as sensitive as a viper, and bloodthirsty as a demon.

Liu Yanbo wore a pair of thick leather gloves, but the fruit knife that seemed to take advantage of him seemed to grow on his hand.

The man and the knife are united, he wields the knife as many times as he wants-

In addition to Jiuye and Lao Gui, there are eight people living in the undercurrent. Three of them are holding pistols in their hands.

This meeting room is very large, and there are probably dozens of people. It is no problem for a group of people to talk about Dashan, but it is a bit small for fighting life and death.

In a crowded space, the effect of the gun is not much.

As soon as Liu Yanbo's reaction was really scary, he did not give them the opportunity to aim;

Secondly, they account for the disadvantage of overpopulation and are prone to accidental injuries.

It's all old fritters that talk about life on the edge of life and death, and weighing the pros and cons has become an instinct.

The "Underflow" three gunmen put away their pistols at almost the same time, pulled out their short knives and four other companions who drove toward Liu Yanbo.

Nine of them can be sent to rescue the "undercurrent" crown prince. Of course, their skills are excellent, especially one of the old men who is similar to the age of Jiuye. The momentum is amazing, and it looks particularly strong.

He sat on the sofa, holding a small purple teapot in his hand, taking a sip from time to time.

He neither participated in the offensive nor looked up to see his dead companion. Even from the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at Liu Yanbo.

This calm, even Jiuye is inferior to him.

Liu Yanbo also noticed the old man long ago, but he just glanced at random and didn't care.

In the world of killers, the talent who lives to the end is equipped with confidence.

He will be the one who lives to the end.

After cutting the throat of the wretched man, Liu Yanbo's movements didn't stop at all. His left foot hadn't touched the ground, and his right foot slammed with force, ejecting like a spring.

Seven people, seven directions, shot almost at the same time, all at the speed of the instant.

Someone jumped, some crouched...

The seven knives pierced Liu Yanbo's face gate, back neck, left waist, right armpit, thigh, ankle, and right heart mouth.

In the face of this coordinated seamless attack, Liu Yanbo did not retreat, but before they had completed the final offensive, he took the lead.

Uh~

The blade is empty.

Liu Yanbo waved the fruit knife in his hand. He was like a gyro that was slammed, turning out a residual image, which happened to be seven.

Poof~

A blood column sprayed from the throat of each person in front of each afterimage, sprinkling upward like a fountain.

The same technique is all killed.

This time it was seven.

It was a storm outside, and a bloody storm inside.

Bang~ Bang~

The old ghost raised his hand for two shots.He wanted to kill with one shot, and to seal Liu Yanbo's theoretical next attack direction with one shot.

Yes.

The sharpshooter who followed the 31st of Jiuye had lost his previous confidence. After two consecutive shots, he was ready to fire a third shot.

In the heart of the old ghost, Liu Yanbo seemed to be able to hide these two shots.

The afterimage is still there, but the people under the blood rain have disappeared.

The old ghost hadn't had time to fire the third shot. The cold light flashed in front of him. He just felt the pain in his wrist holding the gun suddenly. When he could see clearly, his hand holding the gun had fallen to the ground.

The old ghost groaned, tolerating the pain of breaking his wrist and quickly retreating, trying to retreat to Jiuye outside the battle.

Woo~

Hanguang came through the air and plunged into the heart of the old ghost.

Bang~

The old ghost's scattered pupils hadn't even had time to surface a fear of death. He had fallen back straight and fell at the foot of Jiuye.

Another one died.

Liu Yanbo finally stopped and stood at the position where the old ghost had just stood and shot. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiuye, and Yu Guang in the corner of his eyes glanced at the old man who was still sitting on the sofa.

Jiuye didn't carry his hands on his back, nor did the old man drink tea.

In less than a minute, nine people were killed.

Liu Yanbo deserves to be highly vigilant and even afraid.

"What the hell are you?"

Jiuye's voice was gloomy, and his eyes were staring coldly at Liu Yanbo. As for the old ghost falling under his feet, he didn't even look at it.

What about after 31 years?

His nine lords, Xiongxiong I, remember and sad?He had no idea what these were.

Besides, this is not the time for sentimentality.

For many years, no one has felt so dangerous for a long time, even more dangerous than all the dangers he has faced in the past.

He never believed that the young man in front of him was as simple as a taxi driver.

"What do you know? What can you do if you don't know?" Liu Yanbo asked rhetorically.

It is an endless situation now. No matter who is, there will be no second path. Does it make sense to ask?

Liu Yanbo shook his head and asked faintly: "Now only you two old guys are left. Are you going together or are you coming one by one?"

His words hurt too much and hurt the self-esteem of Jiuye.

In an instant, a horrible murderous intention broke out on Jiuye. He went straight to Liu Yanbo and said with a cold voice: "You are indeed very strong, but I can't pick up someone from Huang by luck. You Not the first person who wants to kill me, nor the last one."

His nine lords can be played today by his own ability.

The rivers and lakes that were played decades ago were not the killing and bloodlessness of today, it was the era of real fighting with white swords in and red swords out.

Being able to kill a bloody road from that dark age and reach the peak of his life, his nine masters' combat capabilities will definitely stand up to the challenge.Even in recent years, he is not the number one killer in the world.

The performance shown by Liu Yanbo is terrifying enough, but in Jiuye's heart, he is just a young man who is a little frivolous, very dangerous, but not afraid.

Liu Yanbo stood on the spot, with a smile on the corner of his mouth under the mask: "I hope your strength is worthy of your confidence."

Jiuye walked faster and faster, and when he was about two meters away from Liu Yanbo, he shook his right hand, a sleeved sword fell into his hand, and came straight.

Woo~

Just when Jiuye was about to stab Liu Yanbo's eyes, the old man who had been sitting on the sofa finally shot, and he grabbed Liu Yanbo with a desperate flying knife.

Liu Yanbo turned sideways slightly, and shot again, his movements did not look fast, without the dazzling afterimages of the Dao Dao, just--

With five fingers on his right hand, he hooked Jiuye's wrist.The left hand was like a pliers, and the middle and index fingers caught the flying knife behind him.

Not fast or slow, just right.

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