Sand and dust flew everywhere, and if Yang Fei hadn't dodged in time, the shot just now would have blown his head off.
"Don't let him escape!" Four thugs armed with submachine guns shouted at the same time. They rushed up together, pulled the triggers and fired at Yang Fei.
The distance was very close, and Yang Fei had no place to hide. He walked forward as fast as flying, and the bullets hit the ground where he had been.
"We have to deal with that sniper first." A sharp light flashed in his eyes, Yang Fei turned his right palm, and a golden needle appeared in his hand.
"Let's see how you escape this time." The sniper sneered. Yang Fei didn't have a pistol. He was like fresh meat on the chopping board, letting him slaughter him. He looked through the sniper scope and prepared to continue shooting.
"You are too naive." Yang Fei waved his hand. At this moment, the golden needle in his hand rushed out like a bullet, shining with the light of death under the moonlight.
"Poof" the golden needle hit the sniper scope, and the terrifying force directly penetrated the lens, then entered through the sniper's eyes, then passed through the back of his head, and hit a stone pillar behind him.
Fast, accurate, ruthless, and the terrifying power makes people shudder.
"Ta! Ta! Ta!" The four people accompanying him were also surprised, but they were well-trained and did not stop attacking. Bullets swept over them one by one.
Yang Fei rushed out, came to the street exit, and leaned against the stone wall on the right.
"Don't let him run away." They could no longer see Yang Fei's figure, and the four of them sped up and rushed over.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, Yang Fei curled his lips slightly, and four golden needles slowly slid down from his sleeves.
"Enjoy the gift I gave you." When they approached, Yang Fei quickly came out of the corner, and with a sudden force, four golden needles flew out with the sound of whistling wind.
"Ah!" Screams rang out in the night sky. Three golden needles passed through the heads of three of them, and another golden needle pierced the shoulder of one member, and the gun fell to the ground.
Yang Fei didn't kill him, he lit a cigarette, slowly walked towards him, and said, "Who sent you here?"
"Even if you kill me, I won't tell you. We can't kill you today, but someone will come to kill you later, and everyone around you will die in front of you one by one."
Although the member was injured and fell into Yang Fei's hands, his mouth was still very tough. It seemed that it would be difficult to get some information from him.
"There are a lot of people who want to take my life, Yang Fei. You little bastards who can't get on the stage are no exception. Go to hell and wait. It won't take long before I send the rest of your accomplices to fight with you.
"
A cold voice sounded, and a gleaming silver scalpel appeared in his hand. Yang Fei waved his hand, and the sharp silver knife directly cut his throat, and blood spurted out.
Covering his neck with both hands, the member fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were full of unwillingness. He didn't expect Yang Fei to kill him so simply.
At this time, the blood stained on the knife slowly turned into a jet black color. Yang Fei frowned and said: "It is extremely poisonous. It seems that they took the poison before taking action."
Even if they succeed, they will be poisoned and die. This shows how ruthless they are, even when they treat their own people.
"I wonder how Gao Minting is doing." Yang Fei did not stay here and rushed to the house quickly, dim light illuminating the entire room.
