At least from Ah Si's point of view, at this moment, Xiao Zheng seemed to have fallen into a situation where he was surrounded by enemies.
That's right.
He did have the strength to defeat Yamamoto, and could even kill Yamamoto while ensuring that he was not injured. But as the former king of assassins, Yamamoto was not a waste. In Ah Si's view, if Xiao Zheng wanted to kill Yamamoto, he would have to pay a certain price. Otherwise, he would have to rely on time to kill Yamamoto.
But at this moment, Xiao Zheng was not facing Yamamoto alone. Directly behind him, Mister Zhao, who had been dormant for a long time, finally revealed his ferocious face, like a beast hiding in the darkness, revealing his sharp fangs. He launched a fatal blow to Xiao Zheng.
Looking carefully, Mister Zhao's hands were wearing a pair of pure steel gloves at some point in time. The finger bones were abnormally sharp, like the fangs of a tiger, flashing with a frightening cold light. Carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, it went straight to Xiao Zheng's back.
"Yamamoto, I will join forces with you." Mister Zhao rushed quickly, his mouth overflowing with cold and vicious words. "Kill this person!"
Hearing this, the katana in Yamamoto's hand suddenly surged. At this moment, he had no time to think about why Mister Zhao also had such terrifying strength. He didn't have time to think about why Mister Zhao invited him to Pearl City. He only knew that this was the best time to kill Xiao Zheng. If he won, he would be able to live a carefree and respected life for the rest of his life. If he lost, even if he didn't die, it would lose its meaning.
He wanted to fight.
Fight with Xiao Zheng with his life!
At the same time, how could Mister Zhao not have the same feeling?
Like Yamamoto, he wanted to fight with his life against Xiao Zheng. If he won, for the next ten years, twenty years, even until the day he entered the coffin, he would no longer be troubled. He could develop his career as he pleased and create his own glory. And if he lost — even if he didn't die, Mister Zhao believed that Xiao Zheng would fan the flames to Lu Dashan and add fuel to the fire. At that time, what future would he have? After paying such a huge price, if it was destroyed by Xiao Zheng alone, how could he be willing?
Therefore … He had to kill Xiao Zheng tonight!
Buzz!
In front of him, Yamamoto's katana slashed at him.
Behind him, Mister Zhao's iron fist came crashing down.
Looking at the situation, Xiao Zheng had been attacked from both front and back, and he had no way out.
However …
As the two of them charged at him, Xiao Zheng couldn't help but reveal a strange smile. That smile was mocking and cruel. It was as if he was toying with Mister Zhao and Yamamoto.
However … He was clearly at a disadvantage, so how could he laugh?
The moment Ah Si saw this scene, his heart suddenly sank. He didn't even have time to stop Mister Zhao's actions. Xiao Zheng had already made his move.
He waved his blade, as if ignoring Mister Zhao's attack from behind. An earth-shattering blade slashed towards Yamamoto. He accurately chopped at a gap in the katana. Then, the katana in Yamamoto's hand seemed to have been shattered by some kind of terrifying magnetic field, turning into countless fragments. As for Xiao Zheng's blade, it didn't stop at all because it had shattered Yamamoto's katana. Quickly, like lightning, it cut through Yamamoto's throat!
Puchi!
A pool of dark red blood sprayed out. Yamamoto's eyes widened, and he covered his throat in disbelief. Then, he knelt in front of Xiao Zheng in such pain and despair. A large amount of blood gushed out from between his fingers. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the tap that was like an open gate. His entire body was tense and spasming. He let out a painful groan from his mouth.
After the slash, Xiao Zheng's movements didn't slow down at all. He turned around and raised his blade. Under Mister Zhao's terrified gaze, Xiao Zheng waved his blade like a god descending to the mortal world and ruthlessly cut off Mister Zhao's right fist!
The fist was cut off at the wrist, and blood gushed out from his arm like a fountain.
After suffering this cruel heavy blow, Mister Zhao could be considered a tough man. He didn't make a sound, but clenched his teeth and swung his left fist, smashing towards Xiao Zheng's heart.
As long as this punch was successful, Mister Zhao was confident that he could directly shatter Xiao Zheng's heart. Killing him on the spot.
However, how could Xiao Zheng, who had always hidden his strength and killed Yamamoto like a game, let Mister Zhao succeed?
At the moment when Mister Zhao attacked, Xiao Zheng grabbed with his left hand and easily caught Mister Zhao's arm. Then, under Mister Zhao's desperate struggle, Xiao Zheng quickly waved his blade. This time, he started from the shoulder even more cruelly, directly cutting off Mister Zhao's entire arm.
Puchi!
His hand rose and the blade fell, and Mister Zhao's entire arm disappeared. Finally, Mister Zhao broke out into an unbearable roar and painful hissing. Like a trapped beast, it was a desperate wail.
Mister Zhao, who licked blood from the edge of a knife, lost two arms at once. This was no different from death for him, and there was still a trace of clarity left in his mind. It also clearly told him that tonight, Xiao Zheng would not let him go.
Xiao Zheng threw away Mister Zhao's arm like throwing garbage, and then stared coldly at Mister Zhao, who staggered back and fell to the ground with a plop. There was no trace of pity in his eyes, and he said coldly: "This feeling is not bad, right?"
"Godfather!"
Ah Si rushed forward and supported Mister Zhao, who was lying on the ground. His face was anxious: "Godfather, how are you? Are you okay? "
"Don't worry about me." Mister Zhao's face was pale from the pain, and his whole body was trembling. He used his remaining broken arm to push Ah Si. "Go!"
Ah Si's face was hesitant and contradictory. There were countless colors flashing in his eyes. He didn't know where to go.
"You should listen to your godfather. I want to kill him. You don't have to die with him. "Xiao Zheng slightly narrowed his eyes, his eyes full of viciousness.
With Xiao Zheng's words, the conflict and hesitation in Siyan's heart finally became clear.
Yes.
He wanted to leave.
The moment Mister Zhao was injured, he wanted to run away.
But he didn't dare to leave, and he couldn't. Because Xiao Zheng was guarding the only intersection, it was impossible for him to avoid Xiao Zheng and leave this damned parking lot. Therefore, he had to show enough loyalty and righteousness to support Mister Zhao, who was seriously injured and didn't have long to live.
Now, after Xiao Zheng said that, he didn't hesitate at all. He suddenly dropped Mister Zhao, let him fall to the cold ground, and ran to the intersection.
However, just as he brushed past Xiao Zheng and was about to successfully escape this calamity, his shoulder was suddenly pressed down by someone. In an instant, as if he was struck by lightning, his legs suddenly went soft, and he lost strength.
"You really want to leave?"
A demonic voice came into his ears, cold and gloomy: "I'm joking."
Pfft!
The sharp blade went straight into his heart from his back, and Ah Si felt like he could no longer hear his own heartbeat. He couldn't even open his mouth to cry for help. He fell softly into a pool of blood. He died with grievances.
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