She quickly cut a strip of cloth from Satan's body, put the knife away, and quickly wrapped the cloth around the wound on her left hand. Then she picked up Satan's gun and quickly ran to the entrance of the warehouse.
The voice was no stranger to her. She stared at the door of the warehouse, where there was a familiar figure. It was Sun Bowen.
Satan's punch was even faster, and Muhan, who was already struggling left and right, stopped again. This time, she had no time to dodge, and could only meet it with her injured left hand.
At this moment, Satan was no longer as relaxed as before. He finally understood that 100 million dollars was not so easy to earn. Although the target looked like a beautiful and sexy woman, her true strength was far beyond his imagination.
"Miss Muha, just take this punch from me!" Satan suddenly punched out with the force of a thunderbolt towards Muhan's chest. There seemed to be a faint sound of wind and thunder in the air.
And at this moment, how could Muhan show any signs of exhaustion? At this moment, Satan finally understood that he had been tricked. Mu Ha had only been deliberately showing weakness.
"Ah!" Satan let out a mournful scream, his eyes filled with intense fear. From the corner of his eye, he saw blood spurting out. Muhan had actually chopped off his left hand!
Satan came to his senses when he saw that Muhan's dagger was only a foot away from him. He retreated quickly, his left hand reaching for his waist. He had thrown away a gun before, but he still had a gun on him. Now, he did not dare to hold back any longer.
Muhan didn't answer, but while Satan was talking, he suddenly stabbed him twice, but unfortunately, Satan easily avoided them.
Of course, she wasn't sure if it would work, but as she fought, she suddenly remembered that she was actually very strong, even a little ridiculously strong, and that if she could fight Satan head on, she would most likely have the upper hand.
"Nothing is impossible." Muhan smiled faintly, his body suddenly flashed, and he pounced at Satan at an even faster speed. The snow-white light of the blade reflected in Satan's eyes. At this moment, this dagger seemed to have turned into the scythe of the Grim Reaper, ready to reap Satan's life at any time.
"Stop!" A deep shout suddenly came from the entrance of the warehouse. "Or I'll shoot!"
The one who let out a painful sound was not her, but the arrogant Satan. As for the crisp sound of bones cracking, it was because Satan's wrist bone had been broken in the collision!
Seeing Muhan clenching his fist, Satan's eyes flashed with excitement. He believed that he was stronger than Muhan, so he didn't dodge at all and decided to fight her head-on!
Satan's conjecture was confirmed at once, and he suddenly noticed a momentary pause in Muhan's attack. Although the pause was brief, it could not escape his eyes, and in front of an expert like him, even the briefest of pauses could have fatal consequences.
Seeing this, Satan couldn't help but chuckle and say, "Miss Muhan, you've disappointed me a little. Is that all you can do?"
"Sun Bowen, it really is you!" Muhan snorted. "I didn't expect you to degenerate to the point of hiring a killer to deal with me!"
Sun Bowen had a gun in his hand, but it wasn't a pistol, but an automatic rifle, which made Muhan a little afraid to act rashly. She was a little far from the bunker, and she wasn't sure if she could dodge it. Although she had a gun in her hand, she didn't dare to shoot, because even if she could hit Sun Bowen in an instant, the automatic rifle in Sun Bowen's hand could turn her into a hornet's nest.
Satan successfully pulled out the gun. He raised his hand and was about to shoot, but at this moment, he felt a sharp pain in his left hand.
Blood splattered everywhere, and Satan let out a short scream before falling backwards. Muhan's knife mercilessly cut his throat. The legendary number one assassin in the world, the famous Prince of Darkness, died under Muhan's knife!
Satan suddenly sped up his attack, and he soon discovered that Muhan had begun to only have the strength to dodge, and basically had no strength to fight back. Often, he would attack four or five times in a row, and she would barely be able to retaliate once, and her retaliation no longer seemed to be a threat.
Muhan's left arm was dripping with blood, and the intense collision caused her wound, which had just begun to stop bleeding, to burst open. Blood even shot out, but at the moment, she didn't care about the wound at all. A trace of joy appeared on her pretty face.
"Boom!" The two fists collided with each other, producing a muffled sound.
It seemed that she had reacted hastily, but in fact, at that moment, she had gathered all of her power into her left fist, and this direct collision had decided the outcome of the battle in one fell swoop. With just one punch, she had broken Satan's right wrist, instantly reducing his fighting strength by more than half.
However, he still firmly believed that he could win in the end. In her opinion, even if Muhan's martial arts were good, but in terms of endurance, he still couldn't compare to him. Moreover, Muhan was already injured, and although the injury wasn't serious, it would still have some effect, especially towards the end, when her physical strength was exhausted, the effect of the injury would be even greater.
"How, how is this possible?" Satan could no longer show his previous calm expression. His already pale face now looked even paler. He looked at Muha in disbelief, unable to believe that he had been defeated so miserably by Muha. He clearly remembered that he was about to win, that he was about to receive a hundred million dollars in compensation, and that he had even planned to retire early, buy an island, bring a few beauties, and live his carefree life as an island owner!
"Ugh!" A painful sound rang out, as well as the crisp sound of bones cracking. At the same time, a stream of blood sprayed out.
"Satan, go to your hell!" Muhan shouted, and the dagger quickly turned to slash at Satan again.
However, she was holding a knife in her right hand, and Satan was bare-handed. He obviously wouldn't use his fist to clash with the knife, and there was no such stupid person in the world, but Muhan knew that if she threw away the knife now, it would definitely arouse Satan's suspicion, so she deliberately pretended that she wasn't a match for Satan, and at some point, in a forced manner, hurriedly used her left fist to meet Satan's right fist.
Now, Satan finally knew that he had been tricked, but unfortunately, it was already too late. His right hand was fractured, and he was completely unable to face the enemy. Although the rest of his body was still normal, the intense pain coming from his right hand made his body less flexible than before.
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