"There's the smell of blood!"
Inside the house, the blue hat had his hand on the flintlock on his waist. His eyes were looking towards the courtyard. Tap tap … Light footsteps were carried into the house by the chilly wind. One by one, silhouettes holding sharp blades darted in from the doorway. Without any explanation, they charged towards Chomil.
Clank!
Bullets were quickly loaded and fired. The yellowish-brown bullet brushed past the handle of the knife and pierced a walnut-sized hole in the wrist holding the knife. Instantly, only a layer of skin was still connected.
The man in the blue hat appeared behind Jomil and reached out to pull him behind him. The remaining two men reacted just as quickly. The man in the bow tie held a dagger in each hand and danced like a butterfly among flowers. The sharp blade slashed across the throats, causing blood to spurt out.
"The guards outside are all dead!" The last man revealed his fists that had been hidden in his sleeves. His fists were covered with ferocious-looking boxing gloves. When he waved his fists, it was as if a ferocious tiger was biting and digging out pieces of bloody flesh from the killer's body.
In just a few moments, the assassins who had entered the house had suffered heavy casualties, and the ground was littered with corpses. Jomir stood behind the blue hat and stared coldly at the corpses at his feet. "It's Nalifucher!" he said coldly.
In the entire country, other than Narifucher, he couldn't think of anyone else who wanted him and had the guts to send people to assassinate him.
"I'll have to trouble the three of you to clean up these dirty rats!" Jamil said to the three of them.
The killing in the house suddenly sped up. The sound of daggers piercing throats and nails digging into flesh mixed together to form a sound of death.
The number of assassins was rapidly decreasing. A somewhat low and anxious voice came from the yard. "We still have to trouble you!"
"Heh, you're welcome!"
As the chuckle faded away, a figure suddenly appeared in the room. He stretched his hand forward, his five fingers stretched out with a fishy stench. The bow-tie man's expression changed, and he immediately dodged to the side. However, the back of his hand still didn't have time to dodge. It was as if he had been scratched by an iron hook. His skin and flesh were torn open, and a few bone-deep bloody scars almost covered the entire back of his hand.
There was a burning pain. His entire right hand was dyed red, and the dagger in his hand had disappeared. The man in the bow tie looked at the man in front of him. He stood at the same spot, holding a dagger between his blood-stained fingers. He said fearfully, "This man is very strong!"
"I can see that too! Are you okay? " The man in the gloves also looked gloomy. He looked at the other's indifferent and strange double pupils, and his heart skipped a beat. His intuition told him that this strange man was very scary. He turned to the blue hat and said hoarsely, "Take the prime minister away and go to the guards to find Ge Tang."
The assassins in the room retreated to the corners of the room like a receding tide, blocking all the exits. Only Ya Erlin was left standing in the middle of the room. He glanced at Jomir, then turned his gaze back to the three bodyguards. "None of you will be able to leave. Also, Ge Tang should be one step ahead of you," he said indifferently.
The cold voice made their hearts sink to the bottom. The blue hat's feet were nailed to the ground. Jomil's pupils contracted fiercely and his expression changed. He seemed to be digesting the meaning behind this information.
In fact, Yarlin felt that they did not need to think at all. Thinking for a person who was about to die was just a waste of energy.
He stepped on the ground and did not give the other party any time to think. The dagger shot out like a cold poisonous snake from the darkness, and the cold fangs bit at the man's throat. The bow tie was cut open, and dense goosebumps appeared on the man's throat. His head tilted to the side, and a line of blood was drawn on his neck. The dagger was ruthlessly nailed to the wall behind him, and went straight into the wall, leaving only the trembling handle.
"Dodge!"
He pushed the man in the bow tie away and exerted force from his waist. His ferocious gloves collided with Yarlin's fist. The muscles and tendons of his entire body suddenly resonated and trembled. An irresistible force was like a flood breaking through a dam. Starting from the gloves, the cracks spread inch by inch, followed by the wrist, followed by the forearm, the upper arm, and the shoulder rapidly spreading.
The gloves shattered into pieces and fell to the ground. He felt his entire body go numb, especially the arm that was hit. The pain penetrated to the bone, and even half of his body could not use any strength.
"What a terrifying strength!"
The man in the gloves quickly kicked his legs and retreated seven or eight steps in one breath before he could stabilize himself. He stared at Yarlin's fist as if he was looking at a monster.
When the gloves made of pig iron collided with the fist of flesh, it was the gloves that were shattered like paper, while the opponent's fist was as cold and hard as steel.
Bang!
Yarlin tilted his head slightly, and the bullet he dodged hit an unlucky killer behind him. A bloody hole exploded in the man's throat, and his body went limp and fell to the ground.
Yarlin looked indifferently at the man in the blue hat who fired the shot, and walked toward him expressionlessly.
"We have to kill him, or we will all die here today!" Chomil gritted his teeth and said coldly.
His judgment was very correct, but it was useless. Yarlin just walked forward step by step, and his footsteps were like the drumbeat of death.
"Go to hell!"
The man in the bow tie flipped up from the ground, and his feet continuously stomped on the ground. The floor instantly burst open, and dust flew everywhere. He dashed forward, his dagger piercing through the air and making a sharp hissing sound.
The man in the gloves followed immediately, like an angry bull charging forward. The only arm he could still use struck out violently, and the sweat on his arm evaporated into white mist due to the intense friction with the air.
Bang, bang, bang, bang …
A series of gunshots rang out like a machine gun. Bullets pierced through the air, and shot at Yarlin's head, neck, heart, and limbs from strange angles. They locked onto his fatal spots and blocked off his escape routes.
"Good coordination! And praiseworthy courage! "
Yarlin did not dodge at all. He stretched out his arm, and like a poisonous dragon diving into the sea, the air exploded like a piece of glass that was being drilled. His five fingers twisted and caught the dagger that was shooting at him, and with a twist and pull, the man in the bow tie was like a marionette, being manipulated by Yarlin uncontrollably. His body spun in a strange circle on the spot, and his entire arm that was holding the dagger was torn and twisted into a ball of fried dough twist.
The man in the blue hat saw the man in the bow tie spinning on the spot, welcoming the bullets. Immediately, blood splattered everywhere, and bloody holes burst open on his body.
The man in the blue hat's eyes were about to burst open, and he howled and rushed toward Yarlin.
Yarlin was unmoved, and like the last recycling, he casually threw the man to the side like trash. The man in the bow tie, whose body seemed to be falling apart, faced the fist with his fleshy face, and his entire face caved in. The last thing he saw was the horror on the man's face …
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