Reborn Conceited Soldier

At this moment, several vans were floating in front of the Heaven Scene Hotel, blocking the road in the middle of the road. The drivers who happened to pass by were about to curse when they saw "roadside sickness". However, when they saw the hundreds of people rushing out of the van, they all quickly shut their mouths and backed away.    

    

The leader of the group was a middle-aged man in a suit, his killing intent overflowing. He brought over a hundred subordinates of the Kun Martial Sect into the Heaven's Gaze Hotel. When the receptionist of the hotel saw this scene, her face turned pale and she quickly called the lobby manager.    

    

"Brother Lang, why are you here? Brother Lang, you … " Looking at the middle-aged man in the lead, he immediately welcomed him with a smile. His heart was cold, Kun Martial Sect was one of the biggest underground powers in the entire Han City, how could the people who were doing business here not know about it, Brother Lang, the gold medal fighter for Kun Martial Sect.    

    

Brother Lang looked coldly at the lobby manager: "Don't worry, we aren't here to look for you. An hour ago, a Chinese man checked into your hotel and told me which room he should be in."    

    

Hearing that, the manager heaved a sigh of relief. He had thought that they were just looking for someone because they did not like the people from Kun Martial Sect.    

    

"Didn't you hear what Brother Lang said? Why aren't you looking into it yet? " the lobby manager shouted at the two front desk staff who were trembling with fear. The two front desk staff quickly went to the computer in front of them to check. Although the hotel had absolute secrecy towards the guest's information, it was still relatively confidential.    

    

"On... "Room 1109."    

    

Brother Lang turned around and said to the people behind him, "Leave ten people to guard the exit of the hotel. The exit of the parking lot, the rest will be coming with me."    

    

Seeing Brother Lang bringing seventy or eighty people up the elevator, the lobby manager remembered that his forehead was sweating. Such a large scale action would probably not be good today, if a murder were to happen, then it would affect the hotel's reputation, but Kun Martial Sect was something they could not afford to offend.    

    

"Channels... Manager, should we call the police? " A front desk clerk asked with a trembling voice.    

    

"Call the police? Do you want me to be found by garbage collectors in the trash bin on the side of the road tomorrow? Alarm... Keep your mouths shut. No matter what the police come to ask you guys from now on, tell them you don't know. Do you understand? "    

    

"Understood …" "Got it."    

    

Others might not know, but how would he not know that the person standing behind the Kun Martial Sect was a colossus of a Lee's Group. That would be seeking death. He paused for a moment and quickly took out his phone. He had to inform the boss of this matter as soon as possible. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to bear the consequences if anything happened.    

    

In room 1109, Sima Yanzi stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back. He sneered as he looked at the traffic jam downstairs.    

    

"Captain, the control room is under control." At this time, a member of Wind God Guard knocked on the door and walked in to report.    

    

Hearing that, Sima Yanzi turned around and said lightly: "Very good, tell them to immediately cut off all surveillance content in the hotel within two hours. Sending two people down to deal with the people from Kun Martial Sect, the rest … "Wait in the corridor!"    

    

One of them asked, "Leader, do we keep him alive? After all, we do not know much about Kun Martial Sect and do not know their exact location.    

    

Sima Yanzi chuckled, "Of course we have to keep them alive. Didn't you and I leave them paralyzed? We have to properly learn young master's methods as well. "    

    

"Yes …" How could they not understand Sima Yanzi's words? Alive? That was temporary.    

    

On the 11th floor, as soon as the elevator door opened, the people from Kun Martial Sect from the other four parts of the elevator immediately rushed out. Some held machetes, some held daggers, some even held guns.    

    

However, just as they stepped into the corridor, the people from Kun Martial Sect were stunned, because in the corridor, there were ten or so people dressed in black cloaks that looked like ghosts. They stood there motionlessly, as if they were waiting for them.    

    

The leader Brother Lang frowned as he saw this. He had seen a lot of people, but these people gave him a bad feeling, even though there were seventy to eighty of them.    

    

"Kun Martial Sect, get out of the way of those who have nothing to do, or else you will have to bear the consequences." Brother Lang shouted loudly. The pistol in his hand was loaded, and he fired three shots on the ground. The sounds of gunfire echoed through the corridor, spreading far away. However, the dozen men remained motionless, like statues.    

    

He took two steps back and waved his hand behind him. "Go …"    

    

Following Brother Lang's command, the people from Kun Martial Sect immediately charged towards the dozen or so people, while the person with the spear, stood beside Brother Lang, guarding him. However, in the next moment, a scene that they would never forget appeared. The dozen or so ghost-like existences under the cloaks all shone a touch of silver. At the same time, they all mysteriously disappeared one by one.    

    

In an instant, the entire corridor was filled with splashes of blood, and broken limbs were flying everywhere. Amidst screams and screams, it became a concerto of hell. The fifty to sixty people that rushed up only had the chance to beg for forgiveness. In less than two minutes, the entire corridor had fallen into a deathly silence. Blood was flowing like a river on the ground. None of those people from Kun Martial Sect had even moaned, because if it wasn't for them having their heads chopped off, their hearts would have either been pierced … His throat was cut open.    

    

The dozen or so black robed men had their sabers dyed red with blood. They were falling down the sabre like death gods, showing their scythes.    

    

Brother Lang had killed many people, and the number of lives taken by his men was not only one, but he had never seen anyone kill so ferociously. In less than two minutes, fifty to sixty people had already become dead souls.    

    

"Open..." Shoot, shoot! " Brother Lang's forehead was covered in sweat. He picked up his pistol and fired at the front without a care for accuracy. Only the gun would give him a sense of security now.    

    

Wasn't it just two Chinese people with some skill? Are these two? Did he have some skill? Just what kind of terrifying existence did the Kun Martial Sect provoke? However, Brother Lang didn't have the time to think about this. The only thing he was thinking about was how to leave this place alive. This group of death gods crawled out of hell, and he didn't have the courage to fight them.