"Don't you think you are too confident?" Leng Zimo turned his head and looked behind him, his eyes lit up, "Zi Rui..."
Locke subconsciously turned to look. Taking advantage of his distracted moment, Leng Zimo raised his hand, grabbed his gun-holding wrist, and gave it a hard knock.
Bang!
Locke's wrist hit the corner of the table and he dropped the pistol in pain.
Leng Zimo raised his hand and punched, but Locke dodged sideways. Leng Zimo turned around and grabbed the gun on the table. Locke suddenly raised his foot and kicked the table. The table tilted and the pistol slipped directly. Leng Zimo missed the opportunity.
Locke hooked his toes and kicked him in the face.
Lifting his arms to block his feet, Leng Zimo punched again unceremoniously, and Locke jumped away.
Leng Zimo took out a dagger from his body. Locke smiled coldly and clenched his right hand, revealing the fangs on the ring.
At this time, the sun was setting outside the window, and the light from the incandescent lamp reflected the cold light on the two men's knives and rings.
"This time, I will make you convinced that you have lost."
Locke gritted his teeth and whispered, stepped forward, raised a chair and threw it at Leng Zimo, who rushed over.
Leng Zimo jumped away, the chair hit the screen, and the screen exploded with a bang.
When the chair hit the ground, Leng Zimo had already rushed forward and stabbed Locke with the dagger in his hand.
Locke's face turned sideways. After all, he was hiding a little too slowly. The tip of the knife cut his face, leaving an inch-long bloody mouth immediately.
"Damn it!"
Locke felt the pain on his face, cursed lowly, and rushed towards Leng Zimo again.
Neither of the two men had guns, but they just went back and forth, fighting with fists and kicks, and fought mercilessly.
Each wants to kill the other.
Leng Zimo also knew that the ring on his hand was powerful, so be careful to avoid it.
When the two of them found a fighting room, rapid footsteps could be heard outside.
The housekeeper rushed in with two bodyguards. Locke heard the footsteps behind him and immediately jumped away.
"Shoot and kill him!"
Everyone raised their guns and took aim.
Leng Zimo strode over the overturned table, flew up, and crashed into the window.
With a click, the glass shattered, and his whole body fell out of the window along with the broken glass. The gunfire that followed hit the glass and doors and windows, making a harsh sound.
Locke bent over and grabbed the gun that had fallen to the ground, ran over quickly, and aimed under the window.
Leng Zimo had also climbed up from the grass and hid in the woods behind the window.
"Go kill him for me!"
Locke fired several shots under the window, but missed the target, and just gave orders angrily.
Several bodyguards immediately turned around and ran downstairs to chase Leng Zimo.
The housekeeper walked up behind Locke and said, "Sir, the plane is ready. We will leave here immediately. Otherwise, the police will arrive soon..."
"Shut up!" Locke interrupted him angrily and grabbed his collar, "I want to see these two brothers die with my own eyes!"
These brothers almost played him to death. How could Locke not be willing to watch them lose his hands with his own eyes?
Looking at the fangs curled up on his fingers, the butler just shrank his face back hard, fearing that the fangs would touch him, "Okay, okay, okay, sir!"
Pushing the butler away, Locke strode downstairs. The butler did not dare to neglect and hurriedly followed him.
Striding into the weapons room, Locke grabbed a semi-automatic rifle from his gun belt and grabbed it in his hand. He immediately rushed out and rushed out of the woods behind the building.
