Zhuo Xinren bent down, raised his foot, and stepped on the hand of the man who spoke. "The game is not over yet, why are you surrendering so soon?"
Hear the words.
The faces of several men suddenly turned pale. "Mr. Zhuo, please spare us."
Zhuo Xinren waved his hand and motioned to the bodyguard behind him to bring the things up.
There was an evil and sycophantic air on the corner of his mouth. "I'll give you a chance. If any of you can touch me, you can walk out of here."
The words fell.
Several men looked at each other, and for a moment, they didn't know what to do.
In fact, a man looked at Zhuo Xinren, gritted his teeth, glanced at the tools on the tray held by the bodyguard, and stretched out his hand just as he was about to land on a pistol.
Bang--
A sharp gunshot sounded, and the man's hand that had fallen on the pistol was immediately shot through the back of his hand, bleeding.
"Ah——" The man hurriedly pressed his hand, his facial features wrinkled in pain.
The other people understood instantly, and their faces became even paler, as if they felt the breath of terror before the disappointment came. Cold sweat overflowed their skin, they knelt on the ground, their eyes fell on Zhuo Xinren's face, and they felt in their hearts
The fear they felt continued to expand, until it was like a huge sky-filled sky, swallowing them up without hesitation.
On the tray, apart from the pistol, the rest was a dagger, a military knife, an iron rod, and a wooden stick.
These tools seemed to be able to bring them a glimmer of hope, but in fact they pushed them to a cliff. Even if they picked up the military industrial knife and injured Zhuo Xinren and were able to get out of here, the person who could get out would definitely not mean anything.
If you seek liberation, you will fall into a state of misery.
Zhuo Xinren's hands were tied with cloth strips, and the patience in his eyes gradually disappeared. "My patience is limited, and now I give you the only chance to avenge your boss."
Several men looked at each other, and finally stood up in unison. Everyone tried their best to grab the stick on the tray.
To them, the wooden stick seemed to be the least lethal weapon, but it was the life-saving straw that could ensure whether they could safely walk out of the basement alive.
See the situation.
Zhuo Xinren stood up slowly, and the corners of his mouth curved up, revealing an evil and wanton coldness. "See clearly, whoever doesn't try his best will be destroyed."
"Yes -" dozens of men in black clothes behind him straightened up and raised their voices.
The words fell.
The faces of several men suddenly lost all color, and in their eyes was the despair of approaching death.
moment.
They gritted their teeth and decided to fight to the death. They raised the tools in their hands and stabbed Zhuo Xinren fiercely.
People who live their lives on the road amid gunfire and bullets must have certain skills.
The four of them attacked Zhuo Xinren from all sides, and every attack was going to kill the other party.
In fact, few people have seen Zhuo Xinren's skills, so no one knows how deeply his abilities are hidden.
Zhuo Xinren moved instantly and easily avoided the opponent's attack. Every movement was so fast that no one even had time to see clearly how he made the move. The person had already flown away fiercely.
Bang--
A man flew out, fell hard to the ground, and rolled several times until he stopped in front of a bodyguard.