On this side, Kun Ze Haosan, rejected by Ling Zhenfei, flew into a rage. On one hand, he ordered the assassins to launch an attack on Ling Zhenfei, and on the other, he was about to retreat and withdraw.
"Hmph, if you run away, who will I use as a human shield?"
How could Ling Zhenfei let Kun Ze Haosan slip through his fingers right under his nose? He imdiately snorted sharply, his figure flashed like lightning, and he reached out to grab the back of Kun Ze Haosan's collar.
"Quick! Stop him!"
Tan Shaojie, who had been enjoying the misfortune just now, was shocked when he saw Ling Zhenfei's action. He shouted loudly and his figure shot out like a bolt of lightning, trying to stop Ling Zhenfei.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of two flowing robes marking their trajectories, two figures simultaneously pounced toward Kun Ze Haosan.
Tan Shaojie's speed was undeniably fast, but compared to Ling Zhenfei, it still fell far behind.
Before his fingers could even touch Kun Ze Haosan, Ling Zhenfei spread his hands wide and lifted Kun Ze Haosan like an eagle capturing a chick.
"Release my master imdiately!"
Tan Shaojie was utterly unwilling to let his hard work go to waste. Enraged, his figure swelled, and in mid-air, he kicked fiercely at Ling Zhenfei.
"Fall back!"
One of Ling Zhenfei's hands had already accurately seized Kun Ze Haosan's neck, while his other hand instantly transford from claw to fist, swinging a fierce and vigorous wind to strike at Tan Shaojie's ankle.
Although Tan Shaojie's leg techniques were fast, his strength was no match for Ling Zhenfei. Despite his speed advantage, when his kick collided with the Vital Energy-enveloped force of Ling Zhenfei, he suffered a heavy setback and staggered back, retracting his leg.
"What 'Ghostly Legs Young Master'? Clearly all bark and no bite, just a show without substance!"
Observing Tan Shaojie's embarrassed and beat-up appearance, Ling Zhenfei did not show him the slightest courtesy and scoffed coldly.
"You… Ling Zhenfei, I'll fight you to the death!" Tan Shaojie, seething with rage, raised his submachine gun, ready to shoot at Ling Zhenfei.
"You dare!" Ling Zhenfei, who was prepared, grabbed Kun Ze Haosan by the neck and used him as a shield in front of himself.
"You… Ling Zhenfei, how shaless! If you have the guts, fight one-on-one!"
Becoming a pawn in Ling Zhenfei's hands, Tan Shaojie, in a dilemma, was wildly furious yet utterly helpless.
"A one-on-one fight? Heh, we tried that last night. You're not an opponent worth one move of mine, so stop embarrassing yourself!"
Ling Zhenfei didn't fall for his trick. With a cold laugh, he shouted fiercely at the assassins, "All of you, back off!"
"…"
The assassins shared the sa disgruntled expressions as Tan Shaojie, looking at each other in dismay, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.
"Don't let him go! Today, I must make this brat die here!"
Tan Shaojie had suffered an unprecedented defeat at the hands of Ling Zhenfei, inspiring a vengeful craving to flay his flesh and sleep on his hide.
He was absolutely unwilling to be threatened by Ling Zhenfei this way. His submachine gun never wavered from his hands, and with gritted teeth, he furiously roared non-stop.
"Tan Shaojie, are you intentionally trying to get killed? Back off! Order your n to back off!"
Kun Ze Haosan, controlled by Ling Zhenfei, and seeing Tan Shaojie showing no sign of retreat, suddenly burst out in anger, shouting at him.
"Young Master, with Master Kun Ze in the hands of this youngster, we must absolutely not act rashly!"
Seeing Tan Shaojie's emotions in extre agitation, Chi Hu sensed the situation was dire and stepped forward to persuade him.
"I don't care! I must kill this brat today, at all costs!"
Tan Shaojie's hatred for Ling Zhenfei ran deep, his mind full of feverish rage, no longer caring for the consequences. He shouted at his subordinate assassins, "Fire! Shoot to kill this brat!"
"..."
The assassins, though holding submachine guns, dared not act rashly.
Fire their guns? They indeed desperately wanted to, but once a gunshot rang out, whether they could kill Ling Zhenfei was questionable. If they accidentally injured Kun Ze Haosan, none of them could bear such a responsibility.
"Damn it, die, all of you just die!"
Tan Shaojie was furious beyond reason, no longer caring about the consequences. Holding the submachine gun with both hands, he recklessly opened fire on both Ling Zhenfei and Kun Ze Haosan.
Ratatat!
The wild bullets surged forth, and Ling Zhenfei could hardly believe that Tan Shaojie would be so crazed – to kill him, he didn't hesitate to let Kun Ze Haosan be collateral!
Was this a mont of mad rashness or was there sothing else hidden?
Whoosh!
Facing the oncoming hail of bullets, Ling Zhenfei had no ti to think further. His figure flashed out, dodging the bullets.
Ling Zhenfei's movent technique was incredibly fast. Although he managed to avoid the gunfire in ti, Kun Ze Haosan was not so lucky. He was imdiately peppered with bullets, his body resembling a leaky container, with blood splattering in all directions.
"You… you…"
Kun Ze Haosan, in his wildest dreams, never expected that Tan Shaojie would really shoot at him. His eyes wide open like those of a dead fish, he stared fiercely at Tan Shaojie.
Trying to issue a final rebuke, he couldn't manage it and collapsed to the ground, dead.
"What…"
This sudden turn of events astonished not only Ling Zhenfei and Kun Ze Haosan but also left the other assassins dumbfounded.
What was happening? Tan Shaojie had actually shot and killed the boss of the Black Triangle. Who had given him such audacity?
After firing the shots, Tan Shaojie's expression was very calm, which was enough to prove that his earlier manic behavior was not rely a fit of impulsive rage!
"Don't just stand there, fire your guns! Shoot, kill this bastard!" While everyone was still in shock, Tan Shaojie issued orders to the assassins.
Ratatat!
As Tan Shaojie was the direct leader of these assassins, they dared not disobey his orders. Amidst their astonishnt, they each raised their guns and opened a mad barrage of fire at Ling Zhenfei.
However, Ling Zhenfei was no fool to just stand there and be shot at.
Under a storm of gunfire, Ling Zhenfei's figure was like a shuttle, avoiding the dense hail of bullets with unimaginable speed. He charged toward the crowd like an eagle swooping in...
Submachine guns were only effective at long ranges. The others could not have predicted that Ling Zhenfei's movent would be so incredibly fast. By the ti they reacted, Ling Zhenfei, like a wolf plunging into a flock of sheep, had already killed several of them in a few bounds.
The rest, terrified and trembling, dared not continue the fight and turned to flee. However, Ling Zhenfei showed no rcy, picked up a submachine gun, and began a ferocious spray of bullets...
In no ti at all, all of the assassins, including Chi Hu, who had followed Tan Shaojie across the border, were killed by Ling Zhenfei.
"You…"
Such a bloodthirsty scene of slaughter had utterly stunned Tan Shaojie.
This Ling Zhenfei was simply as terrifying as a death god from hell!
"You're next!" Ignoring the bodies on the ground, Ling Zhenfei's cold gaze was fixed on Tan Zhenfei, as he stepped closer and closer to him.
"You... don't co any closer! If you co any closer, I'll... I'll shoot!"
In front of Ling Zhenfei, Tan Shaojie tasted the sensation of imminent death for the first ti. Fear suddenly overwheld him, causing his voice to tremble involuntarily.
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