A sudden knock on the door made the originally lively room suddenly quiet.

"who!?"

Matt stood up slowly and shouted out the door.

But his eyes pointed to Bidun beside him, leaning towards the door.

The location where the three of them are located is not far from the crowded harbor, but because it is an area controlled by the Bartow Club, few townspeople dare to approach it.

The hut here is a trading place that only a few people, including the top gangsters, know about, and it is extremely secretive.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Biton held the handle of the gun at his waist with his right hand and hid his left hand in front of his body, cautiously approaching the door.

And just when his palm touched the door handle and was about to push the door open.

The knocking on the door, which had been ringing since just now, suddenly stopped.

Just like a child playing a prank, the dimly lit cabin suddenly fell silent.

The weird atmosphere spread silently among everyone.

It was clearly noon, but the three people in the room felt a cool air swirling from the soles of their feet to the sky.

"You're a pretentious guy!"

Bidun shouted loudly and with anger, turned the door handle violently, and tried to push the door open.

And at this moment, a sharp and harsh sound suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.

That's the cry when steel is torn apart.

"Tsk...boom!"

The tightly closed steel door was like a fragile paper window, bursting open instantly from the outside in.

The dazzling sunlight intertwined with the broken steel fragments like rain, rushing into the room.

But what is more dazzling than the sun is the cold and bright light of the sharp knife.

Leather, flesh, and bones were dissolving and melting like water in the light of the spatula.

With just one stab, Biton's round head rolled and flew out of the air like a ball.

There was even a hint of astonishment and surprise on his big, fat face.

As if his body didn't even react, he paused for a moment before bright red blood spurted out and dyed the ground red.

"The shady rats in the sewers like to gather in groups."

Nuo Lan slowly sheathed her sword, and her gaze, as calm and cold as a deep pool, swept across the room.

The extremely fierce momentum, set off by the bright sunshine behind him, became even more frightening.

Bang--

Gunfire bursts out!

The metal bullet rotated at high speed under the action of the rifling, and shot towards Nolan's head at an extremely fast speed that broke through the sound barrier.

As if he had predicted it, he was prepared in advance for the moment when the gunman pulled the trigger.

He just tilted his head slightly, and the bullet grazed his cheek and flew behind him.

Unscathed.

Seeing and hearing the domineering aura in the air as invisible as a position, Nuolan cast her sight towards the location where the gunfire came from.

"How is that possible!?"

In the corner of the room, Matt's pale face was full of fear and horror.

Although the hands holding the gun were shaking violently due to excessive tension, he was sure that he had definitely aimed at the opponent when he fired just now.

At such a close distance, there is no way he could miss!

But the scene where the other party dodged the bullet casually actually happened in front of his eyes.

Matt had no time to think about the specific reason.

Because in the next second, the cold and bright light of the sharp knife filled his vagina.

"Tsk."

The fragile flesh and blood have no resistance in the face of the sword energy that is condensed to the extreme.

Two seconds.

In less than two seconds since Nolan stepped into the room, the gangster duo who had been showing off their power to civilians on the street had turned into two lumps of dead flesh with their vitality dissipated.

The huge disparity in individual strength makes the boundary between life and death so blurry.

This is naturally a good thing for Nuolan, who is determined to continuously improve his strength.

In the past year, his super strong physique that does not require sleep, and the speed of time and space that stops when he travels, have allowed him to practice far longer than ordinary people.

Not only Liusuiyan Shattering Fist and Two-Color Haki, but also swordsmanship that had no chance of improving significantly in a short period of time, he worked tirelessly every day.

Coupled with his already outstanding kendo talent, over this period of time, his kendo foundation has been solidified to an extremely deep level.

The killing move [Remnant Iai Slash], which originally required concentration and concentration, has now been mastered by him and turned into a long-range sword energy that can be unleashed at will.

The overall level of swordsmanship has risen to another level.

The snow-white long knife was waved gently, and the condensed Gang Qi was beating on the tip of the knife.

There seems to be a gurgling stream, and the crisp sound of beads falling on a jade plate flows in the air like water.

Nolan looked deep into the room.

There, an ugly man wearing pink overalls and a metal arm armor on his left hand was still sitting motionless.

It seemed that in his eyes, the dead were not the gangster duo who had been chatting happily just now, but two unrelated passers-by.

Nolan hesitated.

His status as a navy allows him to act with integrity and deal with the evil forces to the greatest extent possible without any scruples.

But at the same time, it also made him invisibly restricted by rules and restrained his behavior.

Based on the analysis of the messages I heard outside the door before, the strong man in front of me is most likely not a good person.

But what if you take action yourself and actually find out the other party's evil deeds but are not guilty of death...

It's a bit difficult to handle.

"I really didn't expect that."

Just when Nuolan was thinking about whether he should avoid the other party's life and wait for the action to be completed before settling the matter.

The ugly and strong man suddenly spoke.

"I thought it would take a lot of effort, but I didn't expect you to come to the door yourself."

Abdra stood up slowly, his tall and muscular body almost filling half of the room, and he already held the black steel fork that exuded a dangerous aura in his palm.

"I don't know whether I should be lucky or you are unlucky."

Hearing this, Nuo Lan felt relieved.

Although he didn't understand what this person was talking about, if the other party directly surrendered, he would still hesitate for a while.

Now that he was acting like this, he didn't have to hold back anymore.

Then he waved his long sword and asked calmly:

"What? Are you looking for something from me?"

"Hey."

Abdra smiled ferociously and stepped closer, gradually approaching.

"Of course it's for... your life!"

Almost shouting the last few words, he suddenly jumped forward.

The huge body full of muscles at this moment showed flexibility and explosive power that was completely contrary to its appearance.

In just an instant, Abdra's body crossed half the room and rushed in front of Nolan.

The dark brown steel fork was raised high above the head, and the muscular arms exerted force violently.

Stab hard!

"bite!"

The dull sound that penetrated the flesh and blood as imagined did not appear.

Instead, there was the crisp sound of the collision between steel.

As if he had seen some incredible scene, Abdra's originally smiling face became a little stiff.

Deep inside Tong Kong, a little panic arose.
To be continued...