Driver of The Beautiful CEO

The pulse gate was buckled.

Jiuye's reaction was unpleasant. In the moment when Liu Yanbo was detained, his left hand shook and another sleeved sword fell into his hand.

Woo~ woo~

At the same time, the old man sitting on the sofa shot again, his hands raised, and two flying knives shot at Liu Yanbo quickly.

Click~

Liu Yanbo's reaction was quicker. He violently broke the wrist bone of Jiuye's right hand, pulled it homeopathically, and threw out the entire person as a meat shield.

Ah~

Two flying knives plunged into Jiuye's thighs and shoulder blades fiercely.

Despite the resistance of the flying knife, the force of Liu Yanbo's tossing was so great, the nine grandfathers continued to cast off in the air, only to hear the sound of "Bang Bang", he hit the wall fiercely. , And then smashed to the ground, there seems to be a sound of bone shattering.

Cough~

Jiuye coughed up blood in his mouth. It took him a while to stand up and lean against the wall. The expression on his face was distorted by the pain. His eyes were staring at Liu Yanbo with hatred and fear. Some are unwilling.

When had he suffered such a big loss before?

Jiuye's life is a battle-hardened battle, and there are many masters he has played against. Before tonight, he had never lost.

This is his glory and the foundation of his confidence.

But he never imagined that he could not do anything in front of the young man with his head hidden.

At this moment, I am afraid that not only the heart of Jiu Ye is horrified, but those masters who have died in his hands are afraid that the grievances will not be dispersed.

Why did you become so cooked?

Jiuye is not really a dish, at least in Liu Yanbo's eyes, his sword is more powerful than the seven men's combined attack, but it is still too slow.

UI.

People who shoot slower usually die faster.

What kind of shots are required to be quick?

"Sword, you didn't use it like this." Liu Yanbo picked up the sleeved sword that Jiuye dropped.

The sleeved sword is about one foot long and more than an inch wide. The body of the sword is shining with icy cold light. Liu Yanbo flexed his fingers on the body of the sword.

"This is a good sword." Liu Yanbo was amazed.

After all, Liu Yanbo held his sword behind his back, quite like the sword master.

There is a sword in hand, only me.

Faintly, even his breath changed, no longer as cold as before.

At this time, Liu Yanbo was like a sword with a sheath and a sharp sword, his breath was unstoppable. He looked directly at the old man sitting on the sofa and said firmly: "It's your turn."

The old man on the sofa got up slowly, and he was watching Liu Yanbo.This is also the first time he is looking at this so-called taxi driver.

"Young man, there is no life and death feud between you and me, there is no need to fight for your life and death?" The old man's hoarse voice was as unpleasant as a broken gong."It's not as good as you and I will stop here and go our own way."

The old man smelled a life of crisis in Liu Yanbo, he didn't want to fight.

He is a killer, and he is also an old man who is over sixty years old.

What could be more important than living?

Revenge for a companion?This is a joke.

The killer is the most ruthless person in the world, even friends will not have, how can he be willing to treat others as companions?

Hehe~

Liu Yanbo seemed to have really heard a big joke and sneered: "From the moment you step into the land of China, you are already a deadly person."

There may be too many irregularities in this country, there may be many shortcomings, maybe there are many unsightly secrets in the secret...

People in China may be very selfish, maybe they like to cheat, maybe they are used to fighting in the nest...

But how can I let the thieves come and go freely?

It is impossible!

The people on this land have never really succumbed to the invaders for thousands of years. It used to be like this, it is now like this, it will be like this in the future.

Baojiaweiguo, this is the heritage carved in the bones of every Chinese.

Liu Yanbo is now just a taxi driver, a small people struggling to live at the bottom of society.

His family is ruined, his lover betrayed... There are too many unsatisfactory in his life.

But what about this?

He has no home, but he has a country.As long as the country is still there, the home will be there.

This is not a noble character from cultivation, but a responsibility that every Chinese person should have.

"You are not dying, you are insulting me Huaxia Guowei." Liu Yanbo said like a hammer.

Jiu Ye lowered his head, and was a little ashamed.

He is an illustrious man of the first generation. He does all the bad things, but he is also a Chinese.

He can lose to the people of the world, but he should not lose to the land of China that nurtured his ancestors for generations.

Collusion thief, he is a treason.

At this moment, on the verge of life and death, a generation of gangsters regained their shameful feelings when they were young, and remorseful.

It's not surprising that the bad guys are still human after all, different from livestock--

"I used to be a Chinese person too." The old man said carelessly. He had long lost such things as human nature and feelings.

"Then you are even more damn!" Liu Yanbo took off his mask and said with a cold voice: "Remember my appearance, but also remember my name. My name is Liu Yanbo. I am a Chinese."

This is determination, determination to kill.

The old man certainly understands Liu Yanbo's meaning, but he has too many puzzles and frowns: "Are you worth it? Don't say if you have the ability to kill me, even if you can kill me, you have to bear us.' Undercurrent's revenge, by then, friends and family around you will not escape."

"It seems that your status in "Undercurrent" is not low!" Liu Yanbo sneered: "Threats me? Even if the'ghost double kill' is not dared to do, you really dare to say."

"Then I will look at killing you and what kind of revenge I will suffer in the future."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Yanbo flew up, and the sleeved sword in his hand was like a dragon out of the sea.

This sword does not have any fancy movements, just fast, so fast that even the cold light can't shine.

The old man has not responded yet, and the sword has passed through.

A quick sword, a ruthless sword.

The old man widened his eyes and looked at Liu Yanbo in horror. He was not afraid of death, but of the person in front of him.

Who is he?

Why would he know the most secret existence of "undercurrent"?

Ghosts and double kills, chasing souls.

The second-ranked duo in the world's killer rankings is also the biggest reliance on'undercurrent'.

The sword hadn't been pulled out, and the old man had a breath. He didn't regret whether his life was worthless. He only wanted to die, and he asked intermittently: "You... who are... who..."

"Hua Xia people." Liu Yanbo pulled out his sleeved sword suddenly, waved his hand, and shook off the blood beads that had yet to drip on the sword.

Thump~

The old man fell to the ground in response to the sound, and he never looked back.

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