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Ye Cheng frowned: Looks like I've been discovered, I have to speed it up.
"Someone has barged in! Quickly go and search!" The door of an office was pushed open, and over ten men rushed out with machetes and sticks in their hands. They looked fierce and aggressive, and curses could be heard from time to time from the crowd.
Before the Black Tiger Gang thugs could react, Ye Cheng swung his blade and leapt up, rushing to their front, his hands flashed with a cold light, and fresh blood floated into the air. It completely caught all the people unprepared, and mixed in with wails, screams, sounds of blades hitting the ground, and bone cracking sounds, it was a mess.
Thinking of how Lu Mengzhu was frightened and uneasy, Ye Cheng's anger rose. He did not show any mercy. With every slash, one person would be heavily injured and heavily hit the ground. The blood that splashed out also stained his body.
Hysterical screams echoed throughout the entire corridor, making those who heard it shudder in fear.
Ye Cheng acted as though there was no one around, he turned, and with a flash, he moved, one man and one blade sweeping across.
"Ah ~ ~" The machete in Ye Cheng's hand flashed like lightning, causing one of the big sized man to scream in pain, his head being separated from his body, blood spewing out like a pillar as he knelt down, falling to the ground.
Following the disappearance of this burly man's life force, all of his henchmen fell into a pool of blood. The lucky ones were heavily injured, the unlucky ones died, and no one was able to stand up successfully.
The strong pungent smell of blood wafted in the air, making people feel nauseous. The scene was miserable, and blood could be seen everywhere. There were even some severed arms.
Ye Cheng's body was dripping with blood, but all of them were other people's. The blood-stained hand held onto the blood stained blade, his entire body was releasing a tyrannical aura, as though he was a god of death from hell.
The security who had rushed over upon hearing the news were all terrified seeing more than a dozen armed men being unable to deal with a single person. They couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, and no one dared to take another step forward.
A few of the security guards had been inside the Black Tiger Gang for a long time, and had fought many different sized and small fights, but they had never seen such a tragic scene before.
It had been a long time since they last started a massacre, Ye Cheng felt like he had found the source of pleasure again. In order to protect his family, he did not hesitate to pay any price. Even if he had to kill everyone in Black Tiger Gang, he would not even bat an eye.
At this moment, another man appeared at the office door. He was not tall, wearing a black robe with a Samurai sword on his back, and his face was cold and proud. He looked disdainfully at the thugs on the ground, before staring at Ye Cheng with extreme contempt.
He casually kicked away the headless corpse that was blocking the way, stepped out, and said in broken Chinese: "You have some skills, but you are not my opponent. Killing you is like killing a dog!"
Ye Cheng looked at the man as if he was looking at a dead man, and laughed coldly: "Little Japan or the Koreans?"
The man arrogantly said, "I am a Japanese man."
"Little Japan, China isn't a place you should come to. Since you've come, don't even think about leaving." Ye Cheng raised his blade and pointed it at the man's nose, then laughed coldly with disdain: "Don't say that I am bullying a thing that is even worse than a dog, take out your blade!"
"Those who insult me, die!" The Japanese man was furious, he quickly pulled out the Samurai sword from his back, held it tightly with both of his hands and rushed towards Ye Cheng with his blade. It had to be said that when he brandished his blade, it was extremely fast and fierce. A gust of cold glare flew past with the sound of the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Ye Cheng.
Ye Cheng was one step late to make his move, but he did not seem to be at a disadvantage at all. With a flip of his wrist, the blade edge struck the incoming Samurai sword s.
"Clang!" After a crisp sound, the chopper in Ye Cheng's hand snapped into two pieces. The Samurai sword brushed past his clothes and he could even clearly feel its sharpness.
Although the man cut apart the blade in Ye Cheng's hands, he only felt his arms going numb, and pain coming from the mouth of the tiger. If the Samurai sword had not been refined using a special method, it would not have been able to slice through iron like mud.
Ye Cheng casually threw the broken blade on the ground, but the corners of his mouth raised, and revealed a smile.
What was he laughing at? The Japanese man felt that the smile of this young man in front of him was extremely strange. He was not a good person, taking advantage of Ye Cheng losing his weapon, he quickly waved his blade again. With the back of his shoulder slanted down, he looked like he was about to cut Ye Cheng into two halves.
Just as the Samurai sword descended from the sky, Ye Cheng's figure moved, nimbly dodging the attack, and appeared before the man's eyes like a ghost.
The Japanese man only felt his vision blur as his smiling face was right in front of him. At the same time, he felt a cold glint flash across his eyes, bringing with it an ice-cold chill.
"Ah ?" The Japanese man let out a miserable howl. A bone-piercing pain spread from his nose to his central nervous system. Then, a bloody nose fell to the ground.
When he looked at the man's face again, which was dripping with blood, and the nose was gone, all that was left were two strange bloody holes, and in Ye Cheng's hands, there were two more ten-centimeter long throwing knife.
The movement of Ye Cheng cutting the nose of the Japanese man was too fast and nimble. The security guards watching from afar did not see how he cut the nose of the Japanese warrior, and could not help but shout in alarm.
They thought that since Ye Cheng had lost his weapon, he would only be at the mercy of others. But in the blink of an eye, the situation had changed drastically, and Ye Cheng's blade strike was even more shocking.
Ye Cheng's hands did not stop moving. Two throwing knife s pierced towards the Japanese man's shoulder blades at the same time. With two light "pu pu" sounds, a smooth and neat cut appeared. The sharp blade was pierced like cutting tofu, only leaving the handle exposed.
The Japanese man screamed and struggled again. The pain penetrated deep into his bones, causing the Samurai sword to lose its grip and fall to the ground.
The hidden strength in Ye Cheng's hands surged, grabbing the blade hilt, spinning it up and down a few times. A big hole suddenly appeared on the Japanese man's left and right shoulder blades. His arms also loosened and hung powerlessly at his sides. If one looked closely, they would see that the gaps between the bones that connected the shoulder blades had all split open, leaving behind only a sliver of flesh that was connected to the arm.
With the sharpness of the throwing knife, the precision of the technique, and the absolute knowledge of the human body's bones, Ye Cheng only used two seconds to decompose the beast. It was as if an internationally renowned doctor was performing surgery on a patient.
Shock combined with the unbearable pain caused the Japanese man's body to tremble, and he let out an indistinct groan of pain from his throat.
"Didn't you say that killing me is like killing a dog? I'll slaughter them for you to see. " Ye Cheng stared at him without blinking, the cold glare in his hand appeared again and swept past the Japanese man's face. The two throwing knife s were as nimble as scalpels. Their ears suddenly danced as they flew out while spinning.
"I'll give you another one!" As if Ye Cheng was carving a piece of artwork, the two throwing knife s stabbed into his mouth, slicing open his cheeks on their left and right sides as if pulling a lock, almost reaching his ears. Then, the tip of the blade slightly rose as a tongue shot out from the mouth.
At this moment, the Japanese man's mouth opened and closed, and the voice that came out of his throat became even more indistinct.
"There seems to be something else?" Ye Cheng mumbled to himself as the cold glare flashed and quickly stabbed into the Japanese man's thigh. As he turned his hand, the blade cut a semicircle on the outside of his thigh. Similar to dissecting his shoulder blade, he dissected the joint at the base of the man's thigh.
After finishing the work, Ye Cheng unsheathed his blade and took a step back. His expression was relaxed, but there was a hint of a cold smile on his face.
The Japanese man's body was on the verge of collapse. His face was completely bald, his nose and ears had disappeared, his mouth was split open in a pool of blood, and his tongue was missing. His arms were only connected with blood, and could fall down at any time. There were two shocking wounds on his thigh, and blood kept flowing out, barely managing to support his body.
The security guards who were watching all sucked in a breath of cold air and remained silent. The surroundings were completely silent, and all of them looked at Ye Cheng with fear. This guy was too much of a torturer, too much of a hateful person. He had dismembered a living person just like that!
Even if this Japanese could live, deaf, dumb, arms and legs are no longer part of the family, completely a cripple, living is worse than death ah!
These people were glad that they didn't rush up recklessly. Otherwise, they would have ended up in the same situation. There were even some whose legs were trembling into a ball.
Get out of the way, they're f * * king idiots!" "The sound of curses and footsteps could be heard in the corridor. Following the voice, a burly, furious man with arms as thick as a man's thigh rushed into the office with tens of his henchmen.
Perhaps the brawny man's shout was too loud, the Japanese man could no longer stand and his body collapsed. Pa da, pa da. The arms hanging on his sides also collapsed.
The corridor was densely packed with people, surrounding the exit so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through. All of them carried a variety of add-ins, with sinister expressions, they glared fiercely at Ye Cheng in the beginning, but after clearly seeing the situation, they all revealed expressions of shock.
The furious leader didn't show any sign of panic and shouted with all his might: "Brat, you've eaten the heart of a bear and guts. You dare to come to our club and cause trouble, and you even dare to kill my brothers." He shouted, "Brothers, let's attack together! Even if he's made of iron, he still can't handle our numbers. Chop him into pieces!"
Ye Cheng rolled his eyes, his gaze was like two sharp swords sweeping across everyone, he immediately recognized that the berserker was the second fighter under Lei Baihu, Lv Zhenchuan. The number one fighter was Yue Fengxiong, but he was crippled by Ye Cheng.
After Lv Zhenchuan shouted, none of his subordinates moved. Although they didn't think that Ye Cheng would leave this place alive, but whoever got in first would just be courting death. No one was a fool, they would not do something like cannon fodder.
"Trash, they're all a bunch of f * cking trash!" Lv Zhenchuan flew into a rage as he glared at Ye Cheng and said, "Kid, it's time for you to die. Kneel down obediently, I'll leave you with an intact corpse!"
With that, he unhurriedly pulled out a gun from his waist, the black muzzle pointing straight at Ye Cheng's head.