Just as he was about to go there, Ding Fan sneered, waved the steel knife, and slapped Fu Dongyang hard on the buttocks. Fu Dongyang wailed, ran forward for more than ten steps, and lay on the ground, motionless.
Really good at pretending!
Ding Fan secretly despised him and had no interest in torturing him anymore, because at this time, Wu Yahuan encountered a lot of trouble and had to go over to help.
I underestimated that Taoist priest, but he actually had first-class kung fu.
At this moment, Wu Yahuan was fighting fiercely with him. He didn't get any advantage at all, but seemed to be in a hurry.
The fly whisk in the Taoist priest's hand flew up and down, blocking the sharp cuts of the steel knife again and again. At the same time, each palm thrust out, as fast as the wind, directly hit Wu Yahuan's vital points, neck, chest, abdomen, and the vital gate of the lower back.
Wu Yahuan kept dodging, and the two bodyguards next to her were also helping the Taoist priest to interfere with her, using the light of the flashlight to keep aiming at the eyes exposed by the hood.
Ding Fan felt the wind at his feet, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye. He fired his fists and kicks and knocked one of the bodyguards away.
At the same time, he threw the steel knife and directly stabbed the other bodyguard in the buttocks. The bodyguard screamed and fell directly to the grass. He almost fainted from the pain and did not forget to pull out the steel knife behind him.
The dazzling light disappeared, and Wu Yahuan lowered her head suddenly to avoid the sweep of the fly whisk. However, the Taoist priest suddenly flew up and kicked her in the abdomen.
Wu Yahuan only felt that he was hit by someone, and his body moved to one side, so that he was not hit by a flying kick. Otherwise, he would not only be injured, but also lose his combat effectiveness in an instant.
Seeing clearly that it was Ding Fan who came to the rescue, Wu Yahuan was very grateful. In this situation, it was best not to say anything. She immediately cheered up and went to fight the other bodyguards.
"Are you Ding Fan?" the Taoist priest asked.
Ding Fan would not declare his family name and leave an excuse for the opponent. His fists were as fast as lightning and he attacked the Taoist priest without any hesitation.
There was obvious surprise in the Taoist priest's eyes. He had never seen such a fast punching speed. While dodging backward, he swung his fly whisk and quickly attacked Ding Fan's neck.
Suddenly, the Taoist priest felt his wrist go numb, and he was actually caught!
The fly whisk came out of his hand. Ding Fan didn't care about this crappy thing. He flew out with a diagonal kick and kicked the fly whisk out in the air. It turned into a small black shadow and he didn't know where it landed.
The Taoist priest was shocked and turned pale, but he was very agile. He lay back and at the same time, he suddenly raised his right foot and kicked Ding Fan in the crotch.
The toes were already in the middle of Ding Fan's legs. It was almost a sure blow and there was no way to avoid it. Once he was kicked, it would not only be his martial arts that would be disabled!
Tragedy happened like this!
Wanting to ruin Brother Fan's future happiness was too much and too irritating. Ding Fan also had a temper. He suddenly bent down and struck a straight punch with his left hand, which was more powerful than a thousand gold coins and hit the Taoist priest's knee directly.
ah!
There was a piercing high-decibel scream on the road, and Ding Fan's knees were actually broken, and he immediately lay flat on the ground.
However, Ding Fan didn't finish his calculations. He couldn't cross one step and punched the Taoist priest twice again. All the ribs were broken. The Taoist vomited blood and fainted on the spot.
Ding Fan spat, put his hand into the Taoist robe, searched for the kit that the Taoist priest carried with him, and put it into his pocket.
She made an OK gesture towards Wu Yahuan, she nodded, and the two of them immediately broke through the encirclement and went straight to the three-story building in the center. Taking away the snuff bottle was the real goal of her trip!
It's exactly the speed of a 100-meter sprint, but this time, there is no need to climb over the wall, because the door is already open.
The door of the house was also open. Ding Fan ran in front and rushed into the house regardless of Wu Yahuan's obstruction.
"Be careful, there is a trap!" Wu Yahuan reminded quickly, her heart beating extremely violently.
"There's no power and it won't start!"
Ding Fan was convinced of this. In today's era, no one would use purely manual machinery to design mechanisms without relying on electricity. The first priority was to prevent the generator from starting.
Searching quickly, Ding Fan saw a faint light coming from underneath the Eight Immortals Table.
This is the right place!
Ding Fan flew up and kicked the Eight Immortals Table away, rushed forward, pulled up the iron ring on the ground, and lifted up a piece of the floor.
The basement passage appeared, and there must be a diesel generator hidden underneath. Ding Fan waved his hand and asked Wu Yahuan to guard it, and rushed down with a quick step.
There were only dozens of steps. Ding Fan ran down quickly and saw two bodyguards using flashlights to illuminate and study how to start the generator.
Hearing the footsteps, a bodyguard immediately pulled out the steel knife from his waist and rushed towards Ding Fan with a shout.
The steel knife escaped easily and appeared in Ding Fan's hand. Next, the two of them were quickly knocked down, vomiting blood and lying on the concrete floor.
There was no time to study how to generate electricity, so Ding Fan swung his steel knife and slashed randomly, cutting off all the wires, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
When he came out, Wu Yahuan had already closed the door and blocked it with a cabinet. Many bodyguards were trying to rush in from the outside.
"It's done, let's go upstairs directly!" Ding Fan said.
"There won't be any danger!" Wu Yahuan was still hesitating.
"No, you follow me." Ding Fan said, taking the lead and running up the stairs.
There was no mechanism activated, and the two of them successfully reached the third floor. As expected, the snuff bottle was placed there majestically. Ding Fan then pulled out the whip from his waist, shook it and swung it over, then retrieved it from a distance.
Wu Yahuan was very happy. He was about to take it with his hands, but Ding Fan shook his head to stop him. He quickly wrapped it with a handkerchief and put it in a plastic bag.
Care must be taken in this step because it is not clear whether poison has been applied to the snuff bottle.
Bang!
Windows were smashed, sawdust was flying, and a shotgun was used!
Without the use of silencers, the night was sharp and distant. Anyone who died here would become an eternal mystery!
At this moment, this three-story building is surrounded by bodyguards from outside. Fu Dongyang has issued an order to kill any trespassers without mercy!
"Xiaofan, let's rush out from the gate!" Wu Yahuan suggested.
"That's fine!"
Ding Fan agreed, jumping out of the window would undoubtedly be more dangerous and it would be very easy to become a living target.
The two of them rushed downstairs. At the corner of the stairs, they saw that the door had been opened, but no bodyguards had rushed in.
There must be several guns pointed at the door. As long as they go out, they will be beaten into a sieve. Wu Yahuan is also in trouble. In this case, trying to escape from the tiger's mouth is doomed to a narrow escape.
"Maybe, we shouldn't come!" Wu Yahuan regretted.
"You have to look forward when you are alive, and you cannot regret the decisions you made in the past! Now that you are here, you must get out!" Ding Fan looked calm, without any panic.
Um!
Wu Yahuan's courage doubled. At this moment, he felt that Ding Fan's image was particularly tall. But Ding Fan's eyes were fixed on the wooden Eight Immortals table that was tilted aside!