"If you dare, get out of the car and have a real fight with me!"
"Despicable, so despicable!"
The swordsmen were driven up and down by Wang Fan and screamed in frustration. They never expected that they would meet such a shameless guy like Wang Fan.
"Run, run, we're about to hit you. One, two, three, come on, one, two, three, speed up!" Wang Fan ignored their shouts and shouted shamelessly while stepping on the accelerator.
Bang!
With another sound, five or six swordsmen were knocked up and fell to the ground screaming.
"Slow, it's really too slow, it's just a turtle speed! It's not fun, it's really not fun, let's change the gameplay and give you three seconds to rest. I'll count to three, two, and one, and then you start running again."
Wang Fan laughed, turned around, pointed at the others, and stopped the car.
The remaining thirty or so swordsmen subconsciously stopped and began to breathe heavily. They all stared at Wang Fan. If eyes could kill, Wang Fan would definitely be a dead man at this moment.
"I'm starting to count." Wang Fan stretched out three fingers towards the swordsmen,
"three!"
The swordsmen's nerves tightened subconsciously and they were ready to escape.
"Two one!"
Wang Fan said the next two and one almost in one breath, and then directly stepped on the accelerator.
With a roar, the Hummer crashed into it excitedly as if it had taken an aphrodisiac.
"Damn it, you're cheating!"
"You are shameless!"
The swordsmen were almost going crazy. Hitting someone with a car would have violated the rules of standing and masturbating, but now they are still keeping their word. It's so abominable.
Unfortunately, it was useless for them to be angry. The Humvee was like a wild horse that ran wild and quickly crashed into them.
More than a dozen people were knocked out, their flesh and blood flying everywhere. A dozen more people were affected and also lost their combat effectiveness.
At this point, of the fifty swordsmen, only two are still fully capable of fighting.
The two of them were staring at Wang Fan, their faces filled with suffocation and anger.
Sword Hand Armor: "Asshole, if you have the guts, come down and have a real fight with me."
Swordsman B: "Damn it, what kind of hero is this?"
Wang Fan was a little confused, "When did I say that I am a hero? By the way, I said that so many of your brothers have fallen, and you still have the nerve to stand? Why don't you go accompany them?"
Wang Fan chuckled and stepped on the accelerator again.
The sword gauntlet didn't even react, and was knocked out. He was already unconscious in mid-air.
Swordsman B was lucky and escaped the collision of the Hummer. But then he realized what a nightmare was.
If he had known this, he would rather have been knocked away just now.
Wang Fan drove a Hummer to chase Swordsman B, but deliberately did not catch up.
Swordsman B tried his best to escape, his legs were sore, and he took a chance to circle back and rush into the Famous Club.
He knew that there was an ambush on the second floor of the Famous Club, and he could only escape the crisis by rushing to the second floor.
After all, no matter how awesome your Hummer is, you can only show off your power on the first floor and act as a killer on the highway, right? Can you go up to the second floor?
However, just when he was about to run to the stairs, with hope flashing in his eyes, the Humvee suddenly accelerated and slammed into him.
Swordsman B was knocked into the air and gradually lost consciousness. At the moment when he lost consciousness, he only wanted to say four words: Your mother is next door.
The third floor of Famous Club.
Gao Mingyang looked at this scene and his nose was twisted with anger.
He used words such as despicable, shameless bastard, liar, etc. on Wang Fan.
These were fifty swordsmen who had spent a lot of money to hire them. Why were they not angry when they were killed in such a strange way?
Even if these fifty swordsmen didn't kill Wang Fan, but only left some injuries to Wang Fan, no matter what happened, it would still be good to expend some of Wang Fan's energy.
Fortunately now, fifty swordsmen were taken care of by a broken Hummer.
Compared to Gao Mingyang's anger, Song Rumei almost laughed out loud.
This weirdo always uses some weird methods that others don't expect.
Although the Hummer belonged to her, it was already riddled with holes and was probably close to being scrapped, but it was still better than Wang Fan being hacked to death, right?
The expressions of the two masters, one fat and one thin, did not change much, and there was no sign of happiness or anger.
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After Wang Fan finished dealing with the fifty swordsmen, he walked up to the second floor carrying a bag.
When the ten mercenaries saw Wang Fan coming up, their eyes showed disdain.
They had also seen Wang Fan's method of dealing with the fifty swordsmen. It was really unskilled.
One of them even made a loud sound and threw a three-edged knife directly at Wang Fan's feet, and then said disdainfully, "If you are wise, just kill yourself to avoid the pain of your skin and flesh."
Wang Fan screamed and took a few steps back in fright, then carefully picked up the three-edged knife, "Brother, is this knife sharp? Will it cause pain?"
"As long as you do it quickly enough and with enough force, it's guaranteed to be painless."
The mercenary grinned proudly and said, "This is my sidearm. I can't say that it cuts iron like clay, but it cuts you like clay."
"Really?" Wang Fan gestured with the knife in his hand, as if he was testing the sharpness of the knife.
The mercenaries stared at Wang Fan coldly, being very patient and not in a hurry to take action.
One is disdain, the other is, if Wang Fan can commit suicide without taking action, why should they bother?
Wang Fan gestured for a long time before raising his head with a little struggle, "Brother, are you serious? Is it really going to cut you like mud? I'm afraid of the pain."
The mercenary was almost angry to death, "I'm going to cut you like clay, not me! A man is afraid of the pain of a bird. One cut will leave a scar as big as a bowl, but twenty years later he will be a good man again."
"Okay, then I'll start." Wang Fan seemed to have made up his mind and closed his eyes while making gestures.
Seeing this scene, the ten mercenaries relaxed their vigilance and became even more contemptuous. They not only despised Wang Fan, but also despised the financial owner.
Damn, to deal with such a thing, do you need to spend so much money to hire ten of them? Is this a waste of money?
The money-losing owner also boasted that Wang Fan was so powerful that he almost became a god, which made them nervous all night in vain.
Wang Fan closed his eyes and struck decisively, stabbing directly into his neck.
On the third floor, Song Rumei was stunned when she saw this scene. She stood up suddenly and said, "Wang Fan doesn't want it!"
It's a pity that Wang Fan couldn't hear her voice at all.
Seeing that Wang Fan actually chose to commit suicide, the mercenaries were dumbfounded and at the same time, their vigilance was lowered to the lowest level.
Just as the knife was about to hit Wang Fan's neck, Wang Fan's fingers made an incredible turn, and the triangular blade immediately changed direction.
Then, with Wang Fan's flick, it shot towards its owner.
Extremely fast!
Extremely sharp!
laugh!
The mercenary didn't react at all, and the three-edged knife was inserted into his throat like a death reminder.
cluster!
The blood spurted out uncontrollably, and the mercenary was killed instantly. He didn't even scream, and he was so dead that he couldn't die anymore.
"Wow, you really didn't lie to me. I cut you like clay. Look, it's really painless to die. Good knife, really good knife."
Wang Fan clicked his tongue and sighed.
The remaining nine mercenaries were stunned at first, and then became furious in an instant!